The Demon Gas Station

Long Night Bar opened for business at sunset and closed at sunrise the next day.

To reach it, one had to cross narrow mountain paths that were slick and perilous, then pass through a damp, maze-like forest. So most of its regulars were no ordinary customers. Some landed in Flying Boats, some turned into great birds, and some rode the wind and trod the clouds.

Because Roy did not need rest, he usually sat in trees meditating, or wandered around searching for plants suitable for brewing.

Rita was hard to see before opening time.

When the doors opened, she would always stand inside the bar, welcoming every guest with elegance and courtesy.

As the only employee here, Roy drew quite a bit of attention.

The vast majority came from female customers. The more reserved ones gave him handkerchiefs, Feather Pens, and silver or enamel collar clips; the bold ones invited him directly to visit their homes or stay at their inns.

Roy refused them all.

Women who got close to him would only become unfortunate.

This place was under the God of Wine's protection, but that might not be the case once they left.

Two days later, Mr. Jin came to the bar again.

He looked in good spirits that day, no longer gloomy as before. He held his head high, full of vigor, as if something good had happened.

"What would you like to drink today?" Rita asked.

"Sour Berry Wine, with ice."

Mr. Jin happily downed three large cups in a row before wiping his beard with his broad hand and bursting into laughter.

"Feels good! Damn good!"

He seemed to need someone to share his joy with too, but Rita was busy, so he found Roy instead.

"Brother, you're an Elf, so you should know all about