They all call me master

It had only been a few hours, and some "behind-the-scenes" tabloids started publishing supplements, covering last night's "fireworks" and "psychic mediums" versus "winter monsters".

And a drunk guy even appeared in the tavern——

"Let me tell you, I saw the blessing of the 'spiritual medium' Mr. Kratos last night with my own eyes!

The monster was invisible at first, but as the fireworks launched into the sky, the monster began to appear!

Moreover, the strings of exploding firecrackers made the monster flee in panic! "

A drunk guy was sitting there yelling.

During the ‘Winter Festival’ in South Los Angeles, all walks of life took a long holiday.

Only the tavern is different.

Pubs are the only places that don't have holidays and are also the only places that are always full. Especially some taverns in residential neighborhoods are overcrowded.

Whether you are in a civilian area or in the middle class, you will take a vacation for yourself during this rare time.

New Year is coming soon, why not treat yourself to a glass of wine?

No matter how stingy you are, you will spend about 30 cents today to order the cheapest glass of wheat wine, sit there and feel the festival.

However, this guy who was yelling was obviously not.

This man smelled of alcohol and had obviously drunk too much last night.

Therefore, no one believed what he said, but instead burst into laughter.

It’s a big holiday and everyone thinks it’s a fun time.

The waiter of the tavern came over - it was a holiday, but you still had to pay when you should. He didn't want his boss to deduct his salary during the big holiday.

Just like a smile doesn't disappear out of nowhere, it just shifts.

The money that the guy who evaded the bill had to pay would not disappear out of thin air, it would just be transferred to the waiter.

"What are you looking at?

Do you think I have no money?

Tell you, I have money! I have lots of money! "

The drunkard shouted.

The people around immediately watched the show.

Because, according to their experience, most of those who make such noises have no money.

The waiter frowned even more.

Although this drunkard was only drinking the cheapest wheat wine, he had already drank two glasses!

Two cups are 6 cents!

Damn, there are too many people and it’s too busy!

He didn't ask for money after the other party finished the first cup, and even let the other party get the second cup!

The waiter lamented in his heart that his salary was inexplicably less than 6 cents.

Because of this, he became rude in his actions.

As for staying and working to pay off debts?

Do not make jokes.

Anyone who dares to leave such an alcoholic to pay off his debts is a saint, because he is doing so with the intention of providing for him in his old age!

Not only can the other party not do anything, he can also drink!

Anyway, I sold myself to pay off my debts, so what kind of wine do I dare not drink? At worst, I can just extend the period of selling myself!

As for finding the other person’s family?

just kidding.

What would the family of a guy who soaked himself in a wine vat look like?

The waiter didn’t know this before, but after working for a year, the waiter was already frightened——

Why did he drink so much? You are responsible for his poor health!

ah! Why was his leg broken? Did you interrupt me? You are responsible!

Why is he still unconscious? You are responsible for whether you sold fake wine!

Bite back!

The main one is shameless!

Anyway, if people don’t want it, you have to keep the money!

As a waiter in a tavern, there is really no way to deal with it.

Take action?

The other party is eager for you to take action.

As long as you take action, you will go bankrupt.

Wherever you lie down, your life takes off, right?

Of course, these people would never dare to go to those taverns with good backgrounds to cause trouble, so they would dare to bully honest businessmen like them.

Do you really dare to go to those pubs with backgrounds to cause trouble?

As soon as the person lies down there, waiting for cremation, it can be regarded as taking off in advance. After all, the ashes have been scattered.

Moreover, everything of value must be looted before death.

Including but not limited to flesh and blood, internal organs, bones, etc.

The smell of alcohol in some taverns cannot suppress the strong smell of blood.

Sadly, their bistro is not.

The waiter was lamenting in his heart and pulling at the other party——

“Sir, please don’t affect our business.

The two drinks just now are my treat.

Now, please leave! "

6 cents. Although the waiter felt distressed, he could still afford it.

Moreover, paying 6 zeros is better than getting entangled with the other party.

What's more important is that most drunkards will choose to leave 'gracefully' at this time.

then?

Naturally, I tried my luck at a different tavern.

However, today's situation is a bit special.

As soon as the tavern raised his hand, he threw the tavern waiter to the ground.

But the waiter was not angry.

because--

Golden ticket!

A golden ticket with a denomination of 10 was thrown in his face.

Everyone saw this scene.

Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the large gold ticket.

In fact, this drunkard obviously does not look like someone who can possess a 10-gold ticket. Whether it is his clothes or his stained face, especially the dirt between the nails of his hands.

Such people are vagrants.

How could there be money?

Where did this money come from?

Could it be stolen?

Many guests looked at the 10 gold tickets and began to use their brains.

But the next moment, they all started to lament.

I saw the drunkard yelling loudly.

"I have money!

This was given to me by the 'spiritual medium'!

He asked me not to tell anyone what happened last night - I didn't tell anyone, I just brought it out and bought everyone a drink! "

The shouts of drunkards filled the surroundings with joy again.

"Yes, you didn't tell anyone!"

"That's right!"

"We don't even know!"

Everyone responded with a smile.

Then, the tavern waiter immediately put the 10 gold tickets in his pocket.

Without giving the drunkard any reaction, he started to serve the wine.

It's either expensive wine or the cheapest wheat wine.

The drunkard doesn’t know anyway.

In fact, this is also true.

Initially, the drunkard looked a little regretful, but after seeing the wine, he ignored it and drank cup after cup, talking about the battle between the 'spiritual medium' and the 'winter monster' in Nanlos.

Before, people didn't believe it.

Now?

People are skeptical.

I believe it because the 10 golden tickets are real.

They don't believe it because they don't believe in monsters.

Maybe something was misunderstood?

Or are you just looking at this guy for pity?

Many people think so.

However, there are other people who are hidden among ordinary people, but they believe it deeply.

Then, they are still delivering the message in their own way.

Drunkards see this.

Then he pursed his lips and smiled.

Then, he fell asleep.

His mission accomplished.

after?

That's other people's business.

Boss Urs has already arranged everything, so there is no need for him to worry about it.

In fact, this is also true.

Operated by Malinda's hidden chief hunter Urs, and with the close cooperation of Agent Wiggins on Mouse Street, a name began to be known to people——

Winter Guardian!