The Origin of Arcane

After the bone correction is completed, the rest of the work is much simpler. After simple disinfection, go to the Hemostasis Shengji Powder that Yongye Legion has begun to mass-produce, wrap it with a linen bandage, and put on a self-made splint. It is convenient for Sean to observe the recovery situation at any time.

During the whole process, not only the young waiters were instructed to go around, but even the chivalrous warriors who made trouble were also instructed to move around, so busy.

I didn't feel anything when I was busy, but when it was done, the situation became embarrassing.

This style of painting is completely wrong. They are here to find fault for profit, not for medical treatment.

Now that the benefits have not been reaped, one of their own legs was broken first. If it's just this, it's okay to say, they have rich experience, those who should blackmail people, and those who should smash stores.

In a word, this matter must not be let go.

But a young man suspected of being a knight came out. Without further ado, he connected their legs first. I dare not say what the result was, but the whole process was absolutely smooth and smooth, and everyone Those present were unaware of the calendar.

Are they continuing to make trouble now? Or walk away in despair?

It seems like neither will work.

Things like making troubles also pay attention to an emotion, which is similar to what is said in the art of war, one vigorous effort, two declines and three exhaustion, and now there is no such emotion at all.

What's more, what they are facing now is a knight-level, and a knight-level who understands medical skills. If they offend the other party, they will break their legs and then connect them again. Just thinking about it makes shudder.

If they leave in desperation, it doesn't seem to work. Apart from being shameless in this street, their injured brother is still in the hands of the other party. Things have happened, and there is no way for this industry to mix up.

Do you think it's public or private? Sean asked while washing the blood off his hands.

The gangsters looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally set their sights on Bo Langte. At this time, he, the boss, could only go out in person, and said bravely, What should I say if it's public? What should I say if it's private?

If it's public, we'll report it to the officials and let the law enforcement officers handle our affairs; if it's private, we'll negotiate privately to resolve this matter.

Private! Private! Private! Poronte made a choice immediately, even if he had a certain background, it would be better if the law enforcement officer could not see him.

It's not that evil is incompatible, but they are very aware of the greedy nature of law enforcement officers. Anything that passes their hands, both sides will have to peel off the skin. Anyone who is shrewd knows that these days, if it can be handled privately, it will be handled privately.

If they can't be dealt with in private, many people would rather find someone with a reputation who is not black or gray like them, rather than bring it up to the government, because it is purely asking for trouble for themselves.

I also think it's more appropriate to keep it private! Your brother was injured because of my waiter, but you provoked first, and the main responsibility is still on your side. How about this, you don't pursue the matter of your brother's injury, I I don't hold you accountable for the troubles I've caused, and I will heal your brother's feet for free. As long as you survive for three days, your life will be saved, but it's hard to say how the feet will recover. It may be a little lame.

No, absolutely not. One of my brother's feet is broken. If you take care of it, it's over. And you can't guarantee that it will be completely healed. How can there be such a good thing in this world? You have to pay money, not ten or eight gold coins , this matter is definitely not over.

Before Poronte could speak, a little brother below him was not happy. Apart from having a good relationship with the injured person, it was mainly out of greed and wanting to benefit from it.

Huh? Do you have a place to speak here? That's how Mr. Poronte taught his subordinates? Sean didn't even have the interest to glance at such low-level thugs, and it was this kind of people he despised the most.

It doesn't matter if you are young and energetic, use it in a positive place.

It doesn't matter if you are brave and fierce, there are places in this world where you can shed your blood and sweat. Freedom gladiators are relatively popular in Solo City, but if you want to use force to seize and get something for nothing, then there is a problem with your character.

Coupled with the fact that he doesn't even have the slightest sense of vision, even if he spends his whole life, he will end up as a poor old rascal. Whether he can live to that age is still a matter of debate.

Go away. Bronte kicked the blind guy staggeringly, his face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, half was angry at his own subordinates, and half was run on by Sean, it seems I don't want to keep my old face today.

Bo Langte originally wanted to leave a few words of hate, such as Let's wait and see, sooner or later I will want you to look good, but when it came to his lips, he swallowed it back abruptly. Comfortable, finally turned into one word, Goodbye.

Wait, have you guys forgotten something? Sean stopped Poronte who was about to walk to the door.

What's the matter? Poronte asked blankly, he didn't want to stay here for a second now.

Meal money! You don't want to eat Bawang's meal, do you? Thirty-seven coppers, thanks for your patronage. Xiao En said confidently.

Good! Good! Good! Poronte was about to explode with rage, his face completely turned into the bottom of the pot. The other party did this intentionally, definitely to humiliate him on purpose. He took out a wallet from his pocket and threw it away. Going out, suppressing the anger that was about to burst out, There's no need to look for it.

But as soon as he went out and was blown by the cold wind, Polante regretted it, his intestines were green, because there were more than thirty-seven coppers and thirty-seven silver coins in the purse, and it contained all their money for the past week. The harvest, and what made him vomit blood even more was that the other party's intentionally amplified voice came from inside the door.

Hey, today I met a rich man. Thirty-seven coppers for a meal, and I gave you so much money. I counted it, one gold coin, two gold coins, three gold coins... eight gold coins equaled fifty Six silver coins, plus 230 coppers, how rich, how rich, we have been open for almost three weeks, and the sum of all operations is not as much as today's one. I just forgot to say that people are free to come , They still have a brother here, and they will definitely come again, and they must take good care of such customers in the future!

Come on, everyone who sees has a share, and those who see have a share. You will share these coins, and the regular customers present will also have a share. The money will not be divided between you, but I will take care of the meals for the next two weeks. For two meals, it doesn’t matter if it’s a big bowl of noodles or mutton steamed buns, just keep it full! There’s one good thing to say, don’t waste it, don’t take it out, otherwise I won’t be able to control the windfall if it triples.”

The boss is refreshing, I have made an appointment with this friend, let's start today, I only ate half full just now, and I will have a big bowl of noodles.

Boss, do you only care about the food and ignore the wine?

It's a good idea, why don't you ask if you can live or not? One-stop service for food, lodging and drinking.

Aren't I just about to ask? I haven't had time yet.

Just eat, don't care about other things, but if you make a fool of yourself, don't blame me.

The boss is so confident?

Confidence is a good thing. At least we will have good food for the next two weeks. Hehe, this excitement is worth watching. If we come to this event every day, we will never have to worry about food or drink for the rest of our lives.

Let's daydream, once a day is impossible, once a week is a little hopeful.

It doesn't have to be once a week, once a month is enough to subsidize the family.

Bronte was so hung up on spitting out a mouthful of blood, this group of vicious guys definitely told him on purpose, really wanted to completely lose this old face, go back and snatch the money bag back, but weighed their own strength, and finally gave up, then It's purely self-inflicted humiliation, I can only leave here as fast as possible, out of sight and out of mind, swearing with gnashing teeth in my heart, this matter is not over, definitely not over.

What kind of big bowl of noodles are you eating? Aile, the mutton soup is almost enough. Come in the whole small pot. By the way, you can order all the ingredients you can find in the back kitchen in small plates. I invite you to eat something fresh.

Sean, who has verified the new treatment method, has a clear mind, and he can't restrain his mental excitement even after a lot of energy consumption.

Sean has not felt this way for a long time. Being a human being in two lives allowed him to have more things than ordinary people, but at the same time he lost a lot, such as the easy satisfaction and excitement brought about by his immaturity, and the feeling of success. sense of accomplishment.

It’s not that there is no, it’s just that his vision is too high, and few things give him a sense of accomplishment, including the complete destruction of the Bastille and the establishment of the Eternal Night Army, because in his opinion, those are all natural, far from the new discoveries of magic techniques. It has a strong sense of accomplishment, which has something to do with it being a brand new system for Sean.

In a good mood, Sean didn't bother to bother to investigate the main messenger behind the gangster Boronte. Expected to be cautious, not showing up for a long time.

It doesn't matter if you don't show up, it's nothing more than a nobleman who is jealous of the restaurant business. This kind of thing will never be the last. As the business becomes more and more prosperous, this kind of thing will happen frequently. This is caused by the imperfect legal system disadvantages.

These days, how can there be any serious free businessmen, even if they are originally, after they have some capital, they have to be obediently attached to the names of those lords and nobles, and exchange high filial piety for the right to continue to operate, otherwise the property and even the people will be destroyed. Nothing left.

More big merchants are the agents of lords and nobles. There are also lords and nobles with special hobbies who go out to do business in person. They are called noble merchants, but such people are in the minority. Ridiculous.

How capable is a person who doesn't even let go of the petty profit in front of him. If the other party is sensible and doesn't make trouble, it's fine. If he stretches out his hand again, Sean will chop off both the person and his claws.

Under Xiao En's command, the braziers in the restaurant were quickly lit, using coke formed from the half-burned black flint in the fireplace, without any smoke.

Two hanging pots were hung up, and what was inside was the hot pot mutton soup that the back kitchen had simmered since yesterday. As soon as the fire was heated, it began to roll, and large pieces of yellowed meat rolled together with the yellow mutton soup. Within a short time, the entire restaurant was filled with a strong and unique aroma.