Mysterious Tribulation

Night fell.

The hunter's bar was filled with noise again.

As a distribution center for bounty hunters on the surface and one of the entrances to the secret world, there will never be a shortage of guests here.

Just this one bar can provide "Vultures" with more than 500 pounds of profit per month. No wonder McGonagall will hold on to this place.

Aaron did not go to the Black Queen, he sat in a corner of the bar with a glass of mead in front of him, thinking silently in his heart.

‘If it’s just the profit from selling beer, it’s impossible to make 500 pounds a month even if Balkingan is dead, unless every mysterious person is stopped to collect tolls and they can’t enter the mobile castle from the remaining 19 entrances...’

‘Of course it’s not possible, so the biggest source of income before the Hunter Bar was to become a platform for bounty hunters. It issues tasks to bounty hunters, and can even collect bounty on their behalf and harvest from it...’

The composition of bounty hunters is very complicated. There are resigned police officers, desperate men, hopeful young people, amateur part-time detectives, desperate bandits themselves, and even some extraordinary people who are new to the mysterious world!

Most of them have the need to keep their identities secret, which gives the Hunter Bar the soil for the platform to survive.

Of course, trust is also very important, because well-informed bounty hunters have already known that the hunter bar has changed its boss.

It is difficult to say whether we will continue to trust the bar platform.

Aaron took a sip of mead and watched William and Isabeth walking through the crowded bar in black and white waiter's clothes.

From time to time, a drunk guy slapped Isabette’s plump buttocks, making the waitress dare not say anything, so she could only try to kill people with her eyes—it was often impossible to deter harassment. Those who can only get more whistles and foul language.

"boss…"

Barkin carried the tray himself and put a stack of muffins for Aaron: "It looks like the two newcomers are doing okay..."

For this kind of thing, he is still used to it.

In fact, most of the waitresses in bars around here have part-time jobs as street girls, and they can take them away as long as they are willing to spend enough money.

Isabeth chose to work in this kind of place, and she must have some enlightenment in her heart.

Of course, in the Hunter's Bar, Aaron doesn't care about this, but he also stipulates that it must be done after get off work. In addition, it cannot be forced.

‘Oh...the quality of this population is in urgent need of improvement...but it’s not right. Men drink alcohol, they are basically virtuous...’

Aaron disagrees with the statement that men of any age in previous lives liked eighteen-year-old women.

Obviously most men only like one kind of woman-that is beautiful!

At this moment, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open, and a big man with short hair, carrying another person in his hand, came to the front of the bar like a little chicken.

The bar suddenly became quiet. The drunks who were blocking the road of the man ran away hurriedly, and some people whispered the man's name: "It's the'madman' Karl... It is said that he was chased and killed by the'Blood Snake Gang'. Haven't been thrown into the Dosom River yet."

"Not only that, look at him, he has a ‘Savage’ Baffir worth 15 pounds!"

A few bounty hunters who were obviously more capable and didn't have much alcohol on their bodies had deep eyes, looking at Aaron who stood up and came to the bar.

This just allows them to verify whether the Hunter Bar is still the same as before!

"This gentleman... here we are..."

William Charles stepped forward with a smile on his face, but was pushed away arrogantly before he finished speaking.

With a bang, Buffal's head was knocked heavily on the bar, and drops of blood fell along the edge of the table.

"A glass of Wales with ice!"

Carl's voice is low, his features are deep, his nose is high, he is full of personality, and his blue eyes seem to be full of madness.

‘Sure enough, he is a lunatic...Although the bar also undertakes this kind of work, they usually come to the bar first to answer the code and then secretly do it in the back alley. How can they come directly? ’

Aaron has an intuitive understanding of the madness of this bounty hunter named'Carl', and his expression does not change. The rake is one-third cheaper than before..."

According to Barkin, the business of collecting bounty on behalf of the vulture previously charged three-tenths as a handling fee.

After Aaron took the lead, he lowered it, and one-fifth was enough.

Carl stared at Aaron like a wolf.

The feeling of being watched by a predator didn't scare Aaron, but made Isabeth next to him cover his lips, as if he was about to cry next moment.

After standing for less than ten seconds, Carl nodded and said calmly: "Then give me a glass of mojito!"

Aaron poured a cup of boiled water at random and placed it in front of Carl, and at the same time drew out 12 one-pound banknotes and pressed them under the cup.

"The previous boss will give at least a glass of Welsh beer."

Carl murmured, raised his water glass and drank it, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com took the money under the glass into his pocket.

"It used to be before, now, the rules have changed."

The smile on Aaron's face didn't change, and he turned on Barkin.

Barkin immediately stepped forward and asked William to help him, dragging Buffal, who was unconscious, all the way to the back kitchen.

Not long after, Aaron also came in, looking at the "prey" on the ground, and said to Barkin: "Send him where he should go, and then collect the money... If you encounter a debtor, don't bother, come back and tell me! "

It would be nice if he does not collect taxes. In this world, no one can rely on his money!

"Yes, boss!"

Barkin didn't know why, his body shook suddenly, feeling that the temperature seemed to be lower today, and he quickly agreed.

"Oh... this **** age, forcing me to become a middle class."

Aaron sighed in a joking tone.

In this era, the rentier class, who does not do any labor at all and only relies on land or investment for profit, is generally regarded as the first class by society, newspapers and magazines.

And those who rely on mental work to get paid are still betraying their own labor in the eyes of the nobles, so they don't enter the upper class!

As for those who sell their physical energy to support their livelihoods, they are even more so. They are workers and peasants.

In the end, there was no work, and those who could only rely on begging and relief would almost be expelled from the ranks of human beings.

Being expelled from the ranks of people is not a good thing.

For example, in the ancient East in the past life, the ‘people’ in the eyes of Confucian scholars were at the lowest level of the small people, that is, the level of self-employed farmers.

As for the tenants, servants and others, they have been expelled from the ranks of ‘people’, so they can be treated like pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep. It’s not a matter of torturing and killing at will, and it won’t be bad reputation and cause criticism!