Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 241

[Chapter 240 Bounty Hunter (please vote for me)]

Night is falling.

The Hunter Bar was filled with noise again.

As a gathering place for bounty hunters on the surface and one of the entrances to the mysterious world in the dark, there is never a shortage of guests here.

This bar alone can provide Vulture with a profit of more than 500 pounds every month. No wonder Mag is clinging to this place.

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

‘If it were just the profit from selling beer, then even if Balkin worked until he died, he would not be able to earn 500 pounds a month, unless he stopped every mysterious person to collect tolls and ensured that they could not enter the moving castle from the remaining 19 entrances… ‘

‘This is of course unlikely, so the Hunter Bar’s biggest source of income before was becoming a platform for bounty hunters. It issued tasks to bounty hunters, and could even collect bounties on their behalf and harvest from them…’

Bounty Hunter The composition is very complex, including retired police officers, desperate strong men, hopeful young people, part-time detectives, desperate gangsters themselves, and even some extraordinary people who are new to the mysterious world!

Most of them have the need to keep their identities confidential, which gives platforms like Hunter Bar the soil to survive.

Of course, trust is also very important, because well-informed bounty hunters already know the news that the owner of the Hunter Bar has changed.

It’s hard to say whether we will continue to trust the bar platform.

Aaron took a sip of the mead and watched William and Isabette, wearing black and white waiter uniforms, struggling to walk through the crowded bar.

From time to time, a drunk guy would slap Isabette’s plump buttocks hard, making the waitress dare not speak out, and she could only try to kill with her eyes – which often failed to scare her away. Harassers will only get more whistles and dirty words.

“Boss…”

Barkin personally carried the tray and served Aaron a stack of muffins: “It seems that the two newcomers are doing a good job…”

He was still used to this kind of thing.

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

Isabette must have had some awareness in her heart when she chose to work in a place like this.

Of course, at the Hunter Bar, although Aaron didn’t care about this, he also stipulated that it must be done after get off work, and it couldn’t be forced.

‘Sigh… The quality of the population needs to be improved… But that’s not right. Men basically behave like this after drinking…’

As for the statement that men of any age in previous lives liked eighteen-year-old women, Aaron disagreed. Very much agree.

Obviously, the vast majority of men only like one kind of woman – and that is beautiful!

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

The bar suddenly became quiet, and the drunkards who were blocking the big man’s path hurriedly ran away. Some people whispered the big man’s name: “It’s ‘Crazy’ Carl… It is said that he was chased by the ‘Blood Snake Gang’, He hasn’t even been thrown into the Dosom River yet. “

Not only that, but look at the ‘savage’ Baffir in his hand!”

Several of them were obviously much leaner and didn’t smell much of alcohol. The golden hunter looked deeply at Aaron who stood up and came to the bar.

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

“This gentleman…we are here…”

William Shire took a step forward with a smile on his face, but he was pushed away rudely before he could finish speaking.

With a bang, Bafield’s head was hit hard on the bar, and drops of blood fell along the edge of the table.

“Have a glass of Wales on the rocks!”

Karl’s voice is deep, 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 bars also undertake this kind of work, they usually come to the bar to read the code and then do it secretly in the back alley. How can anyone come so directly? Aaron

finally had an intuitive understanding of the madness of this bounty hunter named ‘Carl’. His expression remained unchanged and he said: “Our store no longer sells ‘Welsh on the Ice’. From now on, please say ‘Have a Mojito’!” As for the commission, we are one-third cheaper than before…”

According to Balkin, for the business of collecting bounties on behalf of the company, Vulture previously had to charge three-tenths as a handling fee.

After Aaron made the decision, he lowered the price, and one-fifth was enough.

Karl stared at Aaron like a vicious wolf.

The feeling of being watched by a predator did not frighten Aaron. Instead, it made Isabette next to her cover her lips, as if she was about to cry the next moment.

The confrontation lasted for less than ten seconds. Carl nodded and said calmly: “Then give me a mojito!”

Aaron poured a glass of boiled water at will and placed it in front of Carl. At the same time, he took out 12 1-pound banknotes and pressed them. under the cup.

“The previous boss would have at least given me a glass of Welsh beer.”

Carl muttered, raised his glass of water, drank it in one gulp, and pocketed the money under the glass.

“It used to be the past, but now, the rules have changed.”

The smile on Aaron’s face remained unchanged, and he gave Barkin a look.

Balkin immediately stepped forward, asked William to help, and dragged the unconscious Bafield all the way to the kitchen.

Not long after, Aaron also came in, looked at the ‘prey’ on the ground, and said to Barkin: “Send him to where he should go, and then collect the money… If you encounter a deadbeat, don’t bother, come back and tell me “

It’s good that he doesn’t collect taxes. No one in this world can rely on his money!”

“Yes, boss!”

Barkin didn’t know why, but his body suddenly trembled. He felt that the temperature seemed to be lower today, and he quickly agreed loudly.

“Alas…this damn era has forced me to become a middle-class person.”

Aaron sighed in a joking tone.

In this era, the rentier class who did no work at all and relied only on land or investment for profit were generally regarded as superior people by society and newspapers and magazines.

And those who rely on mental work to get paid are still selling their own labor in the eyes of the nobles, so they cannot join the upper class!

As for those who sell their physical strength to make a living, then they are workers and farmers.

In the end, those who don’t even have a job and can only rely on begging and relief are about to be expelled from the ranks of human beings.

It is not a good thing to be expelled from the ranks of people.

For example, in the ancient times of the past in the East, the “people” in the eyes of Confucian scholars were as low as common people, that is, the level of yeoman farmers.

As for the next tenants, servants and the like, they have been expelled from the ranks of ‘civilians’, so they can be treated like pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep. They can be tortured, beaten and killed at will, and they will not lose their reputation or cause criticism!

(End of chapter)