Become a wizard lord with a copy system

Daniel Hawkins called out to the stunned host. The host came to his senses and walked up to Mario Hawthorne. After several confirmations, he determined that Mario Hawthorne could no longer continue fighting. , so it was officially announced that Daniel Hawkins had won.

This announcement caught the group of aristocratic children off guard. Henry Hawkins was the only one cheering in the audience. He even provoked the group of aristocratic children and danced in a weird way.

Daniel Hawkins watched Henry Hawkins' coquettish dance in the audience, and couldn't help but worry about his cousin and fear that his aunt would have no grandchildren in the future.

All the noble children turned pale, let alone Alan Hawthorne. It was hard to imagine how furious his father would be if he knew about this.

Not to mention Luca Rossi, whose sonnet took several nights to write in vain.

Principal Mueller was even more rigid in his seat. Unexpectedly, he thought that this old man had already gone to see the ancient god.

When Mario Hawthorne heard the host's official announcement and Daniel Hawkins' victory, his head couldn't help but buzzed, and then he passed out.

…

In Tour's Lucky Shop, Henry Hawkins was a guest this time. He was directly invited to a luxurious room this time. This time, Martin's superior was entertaining him.

"Mr. Hawkins, what would you like to drink?" said Martin's superior.

Henry Hawkins remembered that his brother liked to drink dark beer, and he also wanted to be as majestic as his brother, so he wanted to imitate his brother as much as possible, so let's start with drinking, so he said: "Black beer."

Little Martin's superior nodded and was about to go out with a smile on his face when Henry Hawkins continued to ask: "By the way, where is Little Martin?"

"Oh, he is on the workbench outside. Now you are our honored guest, Mr. Hawkins. This time, I will serve you." The superior smiled.

"Oh, let's go back to Martin, I still like his service." Henry Hawkins said.

"Ah..." The superior's eyes widened for a while, and then he quickly regained his expression and continued: "Mr. Hawkins, don't worry, I will only be more professional and thoughtful than Martin, and I will definitely satisfy you."

Henry Hawkins faced the flattering face of Martin's superior, coupled with his previous attitude towards Martin, he really couldn't like it, so he said firmly: "Let Martin come."

"This is a VIP room. According to Little Martin's level, he is not eligible to enter." Little Martin's superior said.

"Okay, then you can cash out all my money and deposit it in the bank." Henry Hawkins said coldly.

"Ah? Mr. Hawkins, don't you want to continue betting?" The superior's expression showed a little disappointment for a moment. He thought, according to the funds Mr. Hawkins won this time, if he follows the previous betting method, , his commission will also increase. Little Martin cannot eat such a big fat fish.

However, the superior's disappointed expression quickly recovered, but it was still captured by Henry Hawkins.

His brother Daniel once told him that when dealing with someone like his superior Martin, he should always keep an eye on his expression. All his thoughts are on his expression.

At this time, I just heard Henry Hawkins say: "It's not that I don't want to bet, I want to bet at another store. According to my current principal, I can definitely go to the DeLorean Lucky Store. That, as far as I know, is the most popular place in the entire Seoul." The best lucky shop in Lafia.”

"Oh, this..." The superior was a little anxious when he heard that Henry Hawkins was going to another store. If the Tull family knew that he had let the customer go, the punishment would be severe. Plus, Henry Hawking Si has always won money from their store, which is equivalent to using their store's money to play in other stores, and getting cheaper from other stores in vain.

Oh, if someone from the Tour family knew about it, being demoted and losing his job would be a trivial matter. I'm afraid he would never be able to appear in Serafia again.

Henry Hawkins saw that his superiors were indifferent, so he got up and left.

The superior quickly stopped Henry Hawkins and said with a smile on his face: "Guest, Mr. Hawkins, you have something to say, something to say. I will call little Martin in right now."

"And stout," said Henry Hawkins.

"Yes, yes, no problem." Senior Martin responded repeatedly while bowing.

"Two glasses," added Henry Hawkins.

"Okay, huh?" Martin's superior was stunned.

…

Little Martin was guarding the workbench outside, feeling very depressed. His customers were snatched away by his superiors, and his colleagues were also laughing at him.

I just heard colleagues talking about him like this: "I really thought I was great for following such an unexpected client. Humph, I really thought I could keep following him forever. If such a good thing happened, my superior would not be my superior." ”

Little Martin felt even more uncomfortable when he heard the cynicism from his colleagues, but what can he do? This is the way the world operates. Being able to serve Mr. Hawkins for a period of time is considered a blessing from the ancient gods.

At this moment, the discussions among colleagues stopped. Suddenly, everyone was immersed in their work. Even if they had nothing to work with, they would just pick up a file from the desktop and look at it.

The superior's face was very dark, and he said to little Martin: "You, go in."

"Ah?" Little Martin was stunned. What is going on?

"I told you to go in, did you hear me? If you don't serve Mr. Hawkins well, you will be held responsible." The superior used this dignity to maintain his dignity.

Martin came to his senses, responded, then walked out of the workbench, passed by all his colleagues with a confused look on his face, and slowly walked into the VIP room.

All the colleagues just watched Martin pass by them, like a triumphant general, or like a big star in the public eye, looking at Martin with envy, jealousy, and even a little regret.

After Martin entered the VIP room, Henry Hawkins saw him, stood up, and motioned him to sit down.

Martin looked at everything in the VIP room. It was his first time to come into the VIP room. He even thought that even entering the VIP room to clean up was an honor, because his colleagues said so.

All the information was already on the table. After Martin sat down, he looked at the table and sorted it out. He thought to himself that he couldn't be distracted. All this was the grace of Mr. Hawkins. He had to seize the opportunity and serve Mr. Hawkins seriously.

Just as Martin was looking at the bets and calculating how much money Henry Hawkins had won this round, his superior came in with two glasses of dark beer.

"Mr. Hawkins, here are the two glasses of dark beer you asked for." The superior put a glass of dark beer in front of Henry Hawkins and said, "Sir, you have a great alcohol tolerance. I can't even finish one glass, but you can drink two."

Just as the superior was about to put the second glass of dark beer in front of Henry Hawkins, Henry Hawkins pouted at Martin and said, "This one is for Martin."

"Huh?" The superior was stunned again.