Chapter 588 Winter Guardian!

Only a few hours later, some tabloids that were ‘late to the party’ began to publish supplements, reporting on last night’s ‘fireworks’ and ‘mediums’ fighting against the ‘winter monster’.

And a drunk guy even appeared in the tavern -

"I tell you, I saw the blessing of the ‘medium’ Mr. Kratos last night with my own eyes!

The monster was invisible at first, but as the fireworks went up, the monster began to appear!

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

A drunk guy sat there and shouted loudly.

All walks of life in Nanlos’s ‘Winter Festival’ took a long holiday.

Only the tavern was different.

The tavern was the only place that would not be closed and the only place that would be full, especially some taverns in residential areas, which would be overcrowded.

Whether it was the civilian area or the middle class, they would give themselves a holiday at this rare time.

New Year is coming soon, can't we order a glass of wine to reward ourselves?

Even the most stingy people will spend about 30 sodas to order the cheapest glass of wheat wine today, sit there and feel the festival.

However, the guy who was shouting was obviously not.

He was full of alcohol, obviously he drank too much last night.

Therefore, no one believed him at all, but laughed.

It was a big festival, everyone took it as a fun.

The waiter of the tavern came over - it was a festival, but he still had to pay. He didn't want to be deducted by the boss on a big festival.

Just like a smile will not disappear out of thin air, it is just transferred.

The coins that the guy who ran away with the bill had to pay would not disappear out of thin air, but were just transferred to the waiter.

"What are you looking at?

Do you think I have no money?

Let me tell you, I have money! I have a lot of money!"

The drunkard shouted.

The people around him immediately watched the show.

Because, according to their experience, most of those who yell like this have no money.

The waiter frowned even more.

Although the drunkard was only drinking the cheapest wheat wine, he had already drunk two cups!

Two cups is 60 soda!

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 let the other party get the second cup!

The waiter lamented that his salary was inexplicably 60 soda less.

Therefore, he became impolite in his actions.

As for staying to work and pay off the debt?

Don’t be kidding.

Anyone who dares to stay with this drunkard to pay off the debt is a saint, and that is to provide for the other party in his old age!

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

Anyway, I have sold my body to pay off the debt, so what kind of wine do I dare not drink? At most, I can extend the period of selling my body!

As for finding the other party’s family?

Just kidding.

What would the family of a guy who soaks himself in a wine barrel look like?

The waiter didn't know before, but after working for a year, he was still scared-

How could he drink so much? He is not in good health, you are responsible!

Ah! How did his leg break? Did you break it? You are responsible!

Why is he still unconscious? Did you sell fake wine? You are responsible!

Bite back!

The main attack is shameless!

Anyway, you don't want the person, you have to keep the money!

And as a waiter in a small tavern, there is really no way to deal with it.

Fight?

The other party is eager for you to fight.

As long as you fight, you can wait for bankruptcy.

When people lie down, their lives take off, right?

Of course, these people will never dare to go to those taverns with backgrounds to make trouble, and they dare to bully honest businessmen like them.

If you really dare to go to those taverns with backgrounds to make trouble?

When people lie down, they just wait for cremation, which can be regarded as taking off in advance. After all, the ashes are scattered.

Moreover, before death, all valuable things must be looted.

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

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

Unfortunately, their tavern is not like that.

The waiter sighed in his heart while pulling the other party -

"Sir, please don't affect our business.

The two cups just now are my treat.

Now, please leave!"

Although the waiter felt distressed, he could still afford it for 60 cents.

Moreover, paying 60 cents is better than getting entangled with the other party.

More importantly, most drunkards will choose to leave "decently" at this time.

Then?

Naturally, try your luck in another tavern.

However, today's situation is a bit special.

The tavern raised his hand and threw the tavern waiter to the ground.

However, the tavern waiter was not angry.

Because -

Gold note!

A gold note with a face value of 10 was thrown in his face.

Everyone saw this scene.

Seeing the large gold note, everyone's eyes widened.

This drunkard obviously didn't look like someone who could have 10 gold notes, whether it was his clothes or his stained face, especially the mud between his fingernails.

Such a person is a homeless person.

How could he have money?

Where did the money come from?

Could it be stolen?

Many guests looked at the 10 gold notes and began to think.

But the next moment, they all lamented.

The drunkard shouted loudly.

"I have money!

This is what the 'medium' gave me!

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

The drunkard's shouting filled the surroundings with joy again.

"Yes, you didn't tell anyone!"

"That's right!"

"We don't know!"

Everyone responded with a smile.

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

Without giving the drunkard a reaction, he began to serve the wine.

It was not an expensive wine, but the cheapest wheat wine.

Anyway, the drunkard didn't know.

In fact, it was the same.

Originally, the drunkard still looked a little regretful, but after seeing the wine, he didn't care, drinking one cup after another, and talking about the battle between the 'medium' and the 'winter monster' in Nanlos again and again.

Before, people didn't believe it.

Now?

People are half-believing and half-doubting.

They believe it because the 10 gold notes are real.

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

Maybe something was misunderstood?

Or maybe they just felt sorry for this guy?

Many people thought so.

However, some other people hidden among ordinary people believed it without a doubt.

Then, they were still passing on the news in their own way.

The drunkard saw this.

Then he smiled.

Then he fell asleep.

His mission was completed.

After that?

It was the business of others.

Boss Urs had arranged everything long ago, and he didn't need to worry about it at all.

In fact, it was the same.

Operated by Urs, the hidden hunter chief under Melinda, and with the close cooperation of Wiggins agent in Rat Street, a name began to be known to people-

Winter Guardian!