Harry Potter: I Have A Proficiency System

Carlos was really annoyed. Such a good thing was said one step in advance.

Although he was not short of money.

But it did not mean that he was not interested in money.

How many people in this world are not interested in money!

In Carlos's opinion, those who were not interested in money should have become saints.

Those gamblers one after another seemed to see that Carlos did not mean to blame them.

For a while, many people relaxed.

Except for those who were really strong.

Those who were only slightly stronger than ordinary people had relaxed their hearts.

In their opinion, Yinluo Province was alone.

In such a short time, he got rid of that man.

This means that Carlos is also an extremely powerful existence among them.

In their view, "923", not offending Carlos is indeed a very good choice.

Carlos sighed leisurely, and at this time.

The door of the restaurant was violently pushed open again.

Countless people were slightly startled, and they suddenly felt.

It seemed that there was a familiar strange feeling surrounding him.

Slowly turning his head to look, in their eyes at this moment.

A familiar figure appeared in their sight.

Of course, although it was very familiar, it made them feel a little strange after getting familiar.

At this moment, the man's face was blue and red.

Even half of his face was swollen.

Looking at his face at this moment, it seemed to be about twice as big as the original one.

One by one, the gamblers around couldn't help but open their mouths and laugh.

He didn't expect Carlos to be so cruel.

It seemed that he didn't treat him as a human being when he hit him.

And Carlos didn't treat him as a human being when he beat her.

In his opinion, the guy who dared to attack him was just like the existence of a terrorist organization or terrorists.

It was good that he didn't send him to the official agency.

He actually wanted to make trouble for himself.

And the man was full of anger, staring at the guests in front of him one by one.

Seeing their faces that seemed full of ridicule, he suddenly became furious.

He suddenly shouted at the passengers around him one by one.

"Hey, you bastards, shut your stinky mouths.

Do you know that your mouths are even stinkier than when you ate shite?"

For a moment, when the voice sounded, the surroundings became silent again and again.

This time, it was not like the silence when he saw Carlos.

This time, it was an incomparable anger, which gradually began to spread around.

It was as if the anger of countless people around him had begun to spread and formed a substance.

Carlos sighed leisurely and drew a cross on his chest.

He turned around and began to eat the hot fried rice in front of him.

I have to say that this is indeed very spicy, but it tastes very good.

It's because of the addition of a little lemon.

The combination of the spiciness makes it full of flavor.

Although Carlos didn't understand what the benefits of doing this were.

At this time, Carlos heard a scream.

That familiar scream, plus a figure flying out of the picture.

Jean Carlos couldn't help but smile slightly.

He had heard the scream just now many times.

At noon, the hotel turned into a tavern.

The owner of the hotel has also begun to return to his room to rest.

After all, lunchtime is the bartender’s time.

That said a Caucasian bartender who looked like he had blond hair.

He was behind the counter, constantly playing with the wine glass in his hand.

He glanced at the figures in front of him one after another, and then slowly asked.

"What would you like to drink today?"

These people are basically their regular customers.

Inviting them to have a drink or two is also a very normal thing.

And the most interesting thing in this bar is that the customers in front of them one after another like to challenge the bartender in front of them.

After all, the white bartender in front of him is known as a genius bartender in the world.

Carlos walked out of his room.

He heard a commotion below.

At first, I was confused as to why there were so many people eating at noon.

But soon he discovered that it was not eating, but drinking.

The original restaurant became a pub0...

It seemed that bottles of wine were placed on the counter of the tavern.

The writing on the expensive wine bottle seems to be inlaid with gold.

And at this moment, Carlos was sitting at a bar next to him, waiting for another guy to bring news.

Suddenly, a figure in a blue uniform walked into the bar.

That was before, Carlos was on the first plane.

Another magician from the Magic Courtyard performs special tasks with Tisilt.

This magician man glanced at the atmosphere in front of him.

After he frowned slightly at first, the man's mouth curled up slightly.

Then he walked straight in the direction of Carlos.

He seemed to be entering the bar in front of him.

He had already seen where Carlos was.

Walking next to Carlos, this man slowly took out a box from his pocket.

Then he handed the box to Carlos in front of him.

"Due to the flight delay, the things you asked us to give you have been brought over.

We spent a lot of effort to stop the consignment plane and let him stop.

Otherwise, I'm afraid he would have returned to Western Europe at this moment. "

Carlos nodded, looked at the young man in front of him with gratitude, and spoke slowly.

"Thank you, would you like a drink? I'll treat you."

"Sorry, I don't really like drinking in bars."

In my opinion, the unique emotion of drinking is when you are lonely.

Sitting quietly at home drinking alone is the most comfortable time to drink.

So Mr. Carlos, I wish you a pleasant journey.

I wish you can return home as soon as possible. I wonder about Xiouli's situation now.

It's already extremely confusing. By the way, Mr. Tislt, let me remind you.

Those guys seem to have infiltrated into the surrounding area, so you should be careful. "

Carlos smiled and looked at the young man in front of him.

Looking at his back as he left leisurely.

Then he slowly placed his hand on the box.

Hit the top of the box with your fingers.

The next moment, Carlos shook his head, grabbed the box, and threw it to the ground. .