Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 272

[Chapter 271 A performance (800 plus)]

Night.

The noisy bar was as lively as ever, but with one less waitress, Barkin seemed a little in a hurry.

Aaron glanced at the counter and called to Barkin, who was very busy: “Bring me a glass of lemonade.”

“Okay, boss.”

Barkin replied, and immediately brought Aaron a glass filled with water. Cup with a slice of lime stuck on the rim.

Aaron took a casual sip, glanced around and said, “It’s quite busy tonight. After all, we’re missing two people… How’s William doing lately?”

That kid almost died when he volunteered to explore the church last time. Throw them all away! If he hadn’t entrusted Karl to rescue people in advance, he might not have seen that kid. Even so, William was seriously injured when he returned, with three broken ribs.

“With your potion, boss, he’s almost healed, but I see that his spirit is a little sluggish and he’s busy in the wine cellar now.”

Barkin replied.

“Oh, young people always get hurt in love. This is youth…”

Aaron sighed, rolled his eyes again, and thought for a while: “After Isabette, the bar needs to recruit new people. Go find two more waitresses.”

“Okay, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. What’s the requirement?” Balkin asked.

“Are you asking for it?” There was a smile on Aaron’s lips, thinking of some of William’s hobbies, and he said seriously: “Of course, you must be young, beautiful, and charming. At the same time, you must have a plump figure and a particularly prominent hip line. …”

“I understand, boss…”

…

The night gradually deepened, and the door of the bar was suddenly opened, letting in the cold wind outside.

Many drunkards looked up at the door and found a young man entering.

He was wearing a pitch-black cloak that covered his chest and back, and also wore a hood, making him look like a mysterious man who was moving about furtively.

When he walked in, Aaron could see the silver hair on this man’s forehead.

He has thin cheeks, a pointed chin, and a pair of breathtaking bright eyes. He looks very handsome.

The young man came directly to the bar, glanced at Barkin and Aaron, and said, “Who is the boss? Please bring me a mojito.”

This was the bounty hunter’s code to complete the task. Aaron The rules I personally set after becoming the boss.

Aaron felt a subtle sense of familiarity behind the bar, with a smile on his face: “I am the boss, you can tell me if you have anything.”

He looked around and decided to trade at the bar. , because there was no blood on this young man, nor was he carrying any scary items such as corpses. It seems to be a relatively ordinary commission, such as retrieving valuable lost property or pets.

The young man put his right hand into his cloak and pulled out a volume of documents. He said in a calm voice, “It’s the commission to investigate the arson case at Baron Jacques’s manor.”

“Did you find out the truth?” Aaron asked curiously.

This mission was issued by him personally, anonymously of course.

During this period of time, many bounty hunters have taken on this task, but they can only produce some messy investigation reports.

As for the real culprit of the arson case, he has never been found.

Even so, Aaron generously reimbursed the bounty hunters for their paper and transportation expenses. In addition, the 100-pound bounty was never claimed.

“Yes…” The young bounty hunter raised his brows and replied very confidently: “That Baron Jacques is not simple. He has a palace position, although he is only in charge of His Majesty the King’s cloakroom…”

“As for his social circle , with the review and supervision of the kingdom’s guards, I don’t think there is any problem. As for the real culprit of the arson case, it is here.”

He opened the file and pressed the last report on the table.

Aaron raised his brows slightly, smiled suddenly, counted out an 80-pound note and handed it over: “Young bounty hunter, if you prove that you have successfully completed the task, I am willing to pay you for it.”

“Very good. .”

The young bounty hunter turned the paper over, and it was…blank!

Aaron resisted the urge to complain, and suddenly felt an extraordinary ability being activated.

Since the ‘Danger Sense’ was not triggered, he smiled and allowed the other party to move.

‘This is not a change in cognition, but a power of illusion…’Shadow’? He covered the surface of the paper with a layer of illusion…’

Aaron looked at Barkin next to him, and saw that the manager seemed to have seen the name on the paper and exclaimed: “Green Potter?!”

“Boy, you Are you here to cause trouble?”

Aaron pretended to be angry, reached under the bar with his hands, and quickly pulled out a double-barreled shotgun.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at the young bounty hunter’s head.

“Haha… I just want to perform a show without being so nervous.”

The bounty hunter tugged on the cloak with his right hand and threw it into the air.

His attire suddenly changed – a shiny silver suit, a white top hat, a pure white cape behind him, and a red rose on his chest.

A gold-rimmed monocle is placed on his left eye, which makes him look even more bookish. With a slightly pointed chin, big bright eyes, and a handsome face, he looks very unique and aura. : “Reintroducing me, I am Copper Field!”

“The famous magician Copper Field?”

Aaron’s hand holding the shotgun did not relax at all, and he pointed it straight at Copper Field’s head. : “Why do you come to my bar and cause trouble?”

“Boss, your bar is becoming more and more famous in the mysterious world. It is a good stage…” Copper Phil drank indifferently. He took a sip of the drink on the bar with a playful smile on his lips: “I’m just a magician here to perform magic. Hmm… For example, what if your shotgun shoots out not bullets, but fireworks?”.

“You can try it!”

Aaron pulled the trigger directly.

boom!

With a gunshot, countless white, red, green, blue, and colorful ribbons spurted out from the mouth of the shotgun. It seemed that this was not a murder weapon, but a holiday salute gun.

Even after the fireworks, a small chess piece was played out, and the rolled-up chess surface drooped, revealing the words Inves on it – ‘Happy New Year’!

This is a New Year’s flag, and I don’t know where Copperfield got it.

“Everyone, Happy New Year… Well, the New Year has passed…”

Copperfield, who was saying a cold joke, took off his white tall hat with his gloved hands, flicked his silver cloak, and held the A cane inlaid with rubies bowed like an actor exiting the stage: “Goodbye!”

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, it was ‘Crazy’ Carl!

But the bullet could only pass through a puff of smoke in vain, and the magician in it had long since disappeared.

(End of chapter)