Mysterious Catastrophe

"Very well, the bar is a little short of people recently, you can post a few recruitment notices."

Aaron is quite satisfied with this bartender, and he dismissed the other thoughtful guys without hesitation, so the bar is a bit understaffed recently.

"Okay, I'll go get ready."

Barkin hurriedly went to recruit. In fact, there are too many unemployed people in this city, and there are countless people who want to find a job. As long as the news is released, there must be many applicants.

Not long after, Aaron drank orange juice while enjoying the grilled sausage and fried chicken made by the bar kitchen.

In a leisurely life, the hour hand pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon without any haste.

The dappled sunlight poured through the windows, and Aaron just sat quietly, savoring a leisurely and comfortable life.

He came to Pulmouth mainly to divert the lotus eaters' attention.

In addition, it is the ceremony of collecting materials and preparing to be promoted to the 'melting furnace'.

But in fact, he was not in a hurry.

After all, as long as he slowly waits for the accumulation of the 'power of the secret source', he has the trump card to overturn the table.

Although... this kind of power may also have hidden dangers that he does not know.

"Well, it's time to write."

Aaron asked Balkin to bring a cup of hot cocoa, as well as letter paper and a pen, and began to write quickly.

He was going to write a letter to Liliat and Nicholas, and the mailing address he left in the letter was another safe house he rented in the lower city.

It's a little troublesome to do so, but it's also something that can't be helped.

This made Aaron's desire to make a magical item with a connection effect stronger.

"One from Liliat, one from Nicholas, our Invisible Priory has been silent for so long, it's really too much... As for Percy, forget it..."

Aaron put the letter in an envelope, put a stamp on it, and prepared to deliver it on another street.

At this moment, Barkin came over, bowed and said, "Boss, a candidate has arrived."

"Oh? So fast? Bring it here and let me see."

Aaron nodded and saw that Barking introduced two applicants, a man and a woman. They were both very young. The woman wore a simple plaid skirt, with long chestnut hair hanging down her shoulders, and a sharp face. The other young man was flaxen The shirt and the clothes are a bit worn out, and he looked at Aaron respectfully and eagerly.

"This is the owner of our bar, Mr. Potter." Balkin said, "Tell me a little about yourself."

"Mr. Potter, I, my name is Isabeth, I can do anything! Please give me a chance."

Isabeth firmly said.

"Mr. Potter, my name is William, William Shire! From Lane County, I am currently studying at a nearby grammar school. I want to find a part-time job that I can do at night. I believe I am suitable for this position."

William is tall, and his speech is full of confidence and vitality, which makes Aaron a little infected.

"Isabet, William... The guests in our bar are all rude and violent... You may encounter some unexpected situations when you work here. Are you sure you are aware of the dangers involved and are you still willing to continue working here? ?Especially you, Isabeth!"

Aaron took a sip of hot cocoa and asked slowly.

"I have no questions." William replied quickly.

"I...I have no problem." Isabeth's character seemed a little cowardly, and it could be seen that she was the type that men liked to bully.

But Aaron didn't care about this, and said, "Very well, the working hours are from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am, seven days a week, and the weekly salary is ten shillings. If there is no problem, come to work tonight."

This starting salary is definitely a bit high in Greenwood City, but it is Pulmouth after all, and the housing prices are high, so there is no way around it.

Chapter 239 Bounty Hunter

Night falls.

The Hunter's Bar was filled with noise again.

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

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

Aaron didn't 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, then even Balkingan can't make 500 pounds a month until he dies, unless he stops every mysterious person from collecting tolls and ensures that they can't enter the moving castle through the other 19 entrances... '

"This is of course unlikely, so the biggest source of income for the Hunter Bar before was to become a platform for bounty hunters. It issues tasks to bounty hunters, and can even collect bounties on their behalf, and harvest from them..."

The composition of bounty hunters is very complicated, including retired police officers, desperate strong men, hopeful young people, amateur and part-time detectives, desperate gangsters themselves, and even some Extraordinary people who have just dabbled in the mysterious world!

Most of them have the need to keep their identities secret, which gives the hunter bar a platform to survive.

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

It is hard to say whether they will continue to trust the platform of the bar.

Aaron took a sip of the mead and watched William and Isabeth wearing black and white waiter uniforms as they struggled through the crowded bar.

From time to time, a drunk guy slapped Isabeth's plump buttocks hard, making the waitress dare not speak out, and could only try to kill with her eyes - which often couldn't be frightened away at all Harassers get more whistles and foul language.

"boss……"

Balkin personally carried the tray and served Aaron with a stack of muffins: "It seems that the two newcomers are doing well..."

He was used to this kind of thing.

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

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

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

"Hey... the quality of this population needs to be improved... But it's not right, men basically have this kind of virtue after drinking..."

Aaron disagreed with the statement that men of any age group liked women in previous lives.

Obviously, the vast majority of men only like one kind of woman - 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 with another person in his hand, as if he was carrying a small chicken.

The bar suddenly became quiet. The drunks who were blocking the road of the big man ran away in a hurry, and someone whispered the name of the big man: "It's 'Madman' Carl... It is said that he was hunted down by the 'Blood Snake Gang', It hasn't been thrown into the Dossom yet."

"Not only that, look at what he has in his hand is the 'savage' Buffyr worth 15 pounds!"

A few bounty hunters who were obviously much leaner and didn't smell much alcohol looked deeply at Aaron who stood up and came behind the bar.

This is just right for them to verify that the Hunter's Bar is still the same as before!

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

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

With a bang, Bafil'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!"

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

'It really is a lunatic... Although bars also undertake this kind of work, they usually come to the bar first to check the code, and then secretly do it in the back alley. How can they come so directly? '

Aaron had an intuitive understanding of the madness of this bounty hunter named 'Carl', and said with an unchanged expression: "This store no longer sells 'Wales with Ice', please say 'Have a Mojito' in the future! As for With a commission, we are one-third cheaper than before..."

According to Barkin, the 'Vulture' used to charge three-tenths as a handling fee for the business of collecting bounties on behalf of them.

After Aaron made the decision, he adjusted it down a bit, and one-fifth was enough.

Carl stared at Aaron like a wolf.

The feeling of being watched by predators did not frighten Aaron, but instead made Isabeth next to her cover her lips, as if she was about to cry the next moment.

After less than ten seconds of confrontation, Carl nodded and said calmly, "Then give me a mojito!"

Aaron randomly poured a glass of plain water and placed it in front of Carl. At the same time, he pulled out 12 notes with a face value of 1 pound and pressed them under the glass.

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

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

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

The smiling expression on Aaron's face remained unchanged, and he played a trick on Balkin.

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

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

It's good that he doesn't collect taxes. In this world, no one can rely on his money!

"Yes, boss!"

Balkin didn't know why, but suddenly his body trembled, feeling that the temperature seemed to be lower today, so he quickly agreed loudly.

"Alas...this damn era forces me to become a middle class."

Aaron sighed and said in a joking tone.

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

But relying on mental labor to get paid, in the eyes of the nobles, it is still an act of selling one's own labor, so they do not enter the upper class!

As for those who sell their physical strength to make a living, they are even lower, workers and peasants.

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 East in the previous life, the "people" in the eyes of Confucian scholars were only at the lowest level of ordinary people, that is, the level of self-cultivating farmers.

As for the next tenants and servants, they have already been expelled from the ranks of "people", so they can be treated like pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep.

Chapter 240 Collection

The next day.

early morning.

Isabeth dragged her tired body, locked the door of the bar, and walked out from the back alley.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of her.

"what……"

Isabeth screamed, and immediately saw who was coming: "William, you scared me!"

With a suspicious expression on her face, she asked again, "You haven't come home yet?"

"Home? I don't have a home in Pulmouth, I only rent a house..." William smiled: "I'm a little worried about you, so I just dropped by to take you back."

"Is that too much trouble for you?" Isabeth hesitated.

"No trouble, no trouble!" William thought of the scene he saw at night: "But this bar... makes me feel like I have entered a gang stronghold, and the work is very tiring. If it weren't for my lack of tuition, I would have quit my job a long time ago. .”

"I feel fine..."

Isabeth whispered: "William...I'm afraid you haven't lived in the lower city and the abandoned city of Pulmouth...Compared to there, this place is already very good..."

After walking for a while, the two parted in silence.

William came to his small residence, lit the gas lamp on the table, grinned and massaged his muscles to relieve fatigue.

Under the light of the gas lamp, his eyes suddenly became a little hot, and he muttered to himself: "Pulmouth is really not a place for people to live, the housing prices are too high...I have to go to Su Boni during the day The favor of the professor, let him teach me the ancient runic language, and work at night... If the salary is not high enough, I will definitely not do it."

After complaining a few words, William took out the key from his pocket and opened a brass lock on the drawer.

After opening the drawer, there lay an ancient book with a sky blue cover, with a line of text written in a strange ancient language.

After this period of study and interpretation, William has understood that its meaning is - "As the wise Freud said"!A true occult classic!

This is the legacy left by his parents, and his family has long since declined, and he is the only one left in this generation.

With nothing to worry about, William chose to sell the real estate in Lane County, and used the funds obtained to study in Pulmouth, secretly working hard to interpret this secret biography.

"But... I'm really tired."

William muttered, put the secret biography away, didn't even have the energy to wash, fell directly on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Tuesday, October 1th.

After things in the Hunter's Bar gradually got on the right track, Aaron promoted Barkin to be the manager, and he seldom took care of things there anymore.