Chapter 268 Carl's Business Philosophy

"Oh, so the Afterlife Bar is now run by Mitress. Well, okay, her personality seems to be quite suitable."

Although he said so, Carl felt that the main reason why Mitress took over the Afterlife Bar was that she reconnected with the Son of Winter.

After learning that the prosthesis he made with carbon fiber was installed on her, Carl was more certain of his guess.

"Okay, let's go back to the base first. Are you used to living here? How is Mr. Moore's research going?"

While caring about the lives of his girlfriend and sister, Carl asked about the research progress of his master.

When he went out for adventure, Moore's class was already in seclusion. If he couldn't find out the reason after such a long time, Carl felt that he needed to forcibly demolish the laboratory and go in to take a look, lest his master stink and no one would find out.

"It's still the same."

Inviting everyone to walk towards the entrance of the underground ruins, Nia shrugged, looking a little helpless.

"Mr. Moore's research is now in the verification stage. He tried to use an exhaustive method to verify the different performances in various situations. There were many experiments, but I don't know the specific results yet."

Following Carl on the truck, the group drove towards the bastion base.

Those adventurers who had just arrived in Xen'drick were inevitably curious about this army of constructs, so they followed Carl and his team all the way to the bastion.

When Carl and his team arrived at their destination, the crowd behind them actually reached the scale of two or three hundred people.

Carl did not disperse them, but let them gather in the square outside the bastion.

The truck drove into the gate of the bastion again. Carl asked V to arrange the accommodation of the drow and fire elementals, and then finally sat on the sofa in the hall after a long absence.

"Woo~"

As his body touched the soft touch of the sofa, Carl exhaled an unusually comfortable sound.

Although it was just an ordinary sofa, Carl felt like he was sitting on a massage chair.

Hope and Ying were telling Nia about their experiences during this period, while Lisanna was sitting next to Carl, telling him about what she and Nia had seen and heard in Khorvaire.

"By the way! Brother Carl! I am now the chief of the Storm Bay Security Bureau! This position seems to be higher than my parents!"

At this point, Lisanna raised her little head, but her eyes were blinking wildly at Carl, as if she was hinting to Carl to praise her in this way.

"Oh! Lisanna is really worthy of it! You easily did what your uncle and aunt couldn't do. I really admire you!"

With a flattering tone, Carl praised Lisanna well.

But Lisanna didn't mind it at all, and laughed even happier.

Just as everyone was enjoying the joy of reunion, the gate of the bastion was suddenly opened.

Mitris, wearing a cheongsam-style evening dress, walked in from the gate.

Seeing Carl, she sorted her hair a little awkwardly, and then walked over quickly.

"Long time no see, Carl."

When saying this, Mitris saw Nia turned her head away in embarrassment.

After spending so much time together, she immediately realized something, so she stopped and did not move forward.

"It seems that you already know that I am Mitris?"

After a long time, Mitris finally asked this question.

"Well, Nia let it slip before, you don't have to be so nervous, although you almost killed me, but my hostility towards you is not as strong as you think, not to mention, you are now my employee, or running dog?"

Rubbing his chin with stubble due to neglect, Carl secretly insulted Mitris.

Seeing his attitude, Mitris finally felt relieved.

"Hehe, I'm glad you're happy, but isn't the term "running dog" a bit too intimate?

According to the plot of the fantasy drama, male bosses and female subordinates with old grudges can easily get together.

You won't punish me in the name of punishment, right?

I don't mind this kind of thing, after all, I've seen your ability before."

Based on the idea that "as long as I'm not angry, other people's ridicule will have no effect on me", Mitris fought back against Carl quite skillfully.

This made Carl recall the experience of being almost made into a mutant zombie Hulk by Mitris.

"Humph! I didn't expect Khorvaire's fantasy drama to develop so quickly, and it has developed such a bloody plot? By the way, what game did you ask Lisanna to help you develop? Do you need to play games in the bar? Can't you roll dice?"

Confirming that the other party's mouth was still as sharp as when they first met, Carl decisively changed the subject.

Mitris didn't stay on the previous question, and turned to talk about the current management problems of the Afterlife Bar.

"Miss Joanna hopes to get fewer people involved in gambling. Those gamblers are hopeless anyway, but how to stop others from joining has become a problem.

In my opinion, in order to achieve this goal, we must invent a game that is more fun than gambling.

And...and my bar also needs a game that can guarantee customer flow to save the place!

No gambling, no call girls, drinks, fruit plates and other businesses are outsourced. The turnover of the bar in the future is only enough to pay the waiters!

The tips they receive are more than my profits!"

It can be seen that Mitress has been dissatisfied with this matter for a long time.

Carl subconsciously kneaded Hope's thigh, and then asked curiously: "Then why don't you let them pay to work?"

Mitress: "Huh?"

Pay, work.

These two words combined in Mitress's mind, making her feel that her IQ seemed to be a little insufficient.

'Who would voluntarily pay to work? Did Carl take the risk and hit his head this time? '

Looking at Carl with a strange look, Mitress almost said "Are you sick?" on her face.

Realizing that the other party did not understand, Carl explained with a pity:

"Of course, the waiters in the bar should find those brokers or their spokespersons to do it!

Especially bartenders, let them compete for the job! Those who don't meet the appearance standards, can't mix drinks, and have no life in their eyes will all be eliminated!"

As Carl explained, Mitress's eyes became more bright, and she felt that she seemed to understand Carl's meaning a little.

Pulling out a notebook from somewhere, she sat down on the small sofa in front of Carl with a serious look on her face, and then pulled it towards Carl.

"Do you really think that the Bar of the Next Life is just a place for those brokers and intelligence dealers?

That's for the knowledgeable ones! But most people in the bar don't know who to buy the corresponding intelligence from!

At this time, the waiters and bartenders acted as a searcher!

Why do you think they get so many tips? Because those who come to buy information must be looking for them to introduce intelligence dealers!

Such an important position, you actually paid them?"

Giving Mitress a look of disappointment, Carl lay on his back on the sofa, with a strange feeling of satisfaction in his heart.

And Mitress's face also showed some sudden enlightenment, as if she had discovered a new world.

Taking the notebook, she stood up hurriedly and walked out of the base.

But halfway through, she turned back again.

"I'll have to ask you to continue developing the game. Although I'm the owner of the Afterlife Bar, you're the one behind me. You don't want to get only a small amount of dividends every year, do you?"

After saying that, Mitress left quickly.

'What do you mean I'm the one behind you? You said that... as if everyone knows that I'm the owner of the Afterlife Bar. Why are you, a lobby manager, so proud? '

Rolling his eyes at Mitress's back, Carl adjusted his sitting position and continued to talk to Lisanna about Khorvaire.

Soon, it was completely dark outside.

Hope and Nia went to prepare dinner, while Carl began to conceive weapons and equipment for the drow under his command.

Although the drow from Obsidian City and some of the small tribes he recruited halfway were a little treacherous, they were at least not as corrupt as the drow of the Rose Cult.

Carl intended to make them a member of the Storm Bay Security Bureau.

If the guys from Eruden were willing, maybe they could match a few couples.

"Most of the rangers in the Underdark are herd herders. You can consider using the insect sticks you used before. The drow and fire elementals in Obsidian City... Should we let them develop into monks of the Sun Soul Sect? It seems quite suitable for them."

Because of his intentional collection, Carl now also has the training methods of other schools of monks.

Those monks seem very happy about this and regard it as a kind of missionary work.

Opening the dimensional bag, Carl searched for it and took out the basic training secrets of the Sun Soul Sect, the Four Symbols Sect and the Star Wo Sect from the dimensional bag.

But at this moment, a rune stone also fell out.

It was made by Carl using the cloud giant rune and several other runes when he was deserting before. It can generate a phantom man and make it respond to external stimuli.

Looking at it, Carl began to think about whether he could use this feature to make a simple game.

But the phantom man lacks more agile performance, and Carl's research on runes has not reached that systematic level.

After playing with the rune stone for a while, just when Carl was about to put it away temporarily, his eyes suddenly stopped on the cover of the secret book of "Xingwo Sect".

"Hiss~, Xingwo..."

Half-closed his eyes, Carl recalled the "Xingwo" which was similar to a substitute.

Xingwo Sect believed that the "Xingwo" was the embodiment of spirit and soul, and its power was manifested in the form of spirit.

This "stand-in" with different images can attack and defend according to the owner's wishes, and even according to legend, it has some unique abilities.

"Can I use spirits, giant runes and the means of the mechanic to create a controllable phantom and design a game with it?"

Rubbing his slightly prickly chin, Carl began to think about the possibility of this matter.