The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

521 Master

Feeling the flow of peculiar heat in his body, Yar was extremely happy in his heart. He remembered the teacher saying that after standing up to a certain level in this posture, a peculiar energy would be generated that could contend with powerful fighters. In fact, some time ago, he had already felt a small amount of heat. At that time, he couldn't believe it. Now as the heat flowing in the body increases, he has determined that this is a surprising fact.

He drew his breath and stood up straight and moved his hands. He found that the boss’s daughter, Sally, was sitting at the back door and staring at him. He scratched his head in a weird manner and said, "Good morning Miss Sally."

Young people are the most vulnerable group, whether it is a good influence or a bad influence. Yar was originally a traditional Issubian who looked down on women very much, but under Zhang Hao’s teaching and after living in the Kingdom of Sky Eagle for a while, his ideas changed a lot, at least not as before. Treat women as complete goods or slaves.

Sally stood up, patted the non-existent dust on the skirt behind her, and smiled: "After you have exercised, come and help, and you are ready to open a shop."

Yar answered, followed the girl, and came to the main hall of the hotel. The boss just finished calculating the account book, and when he saw the boy smiled, "Little guy, today is a traditional festival in our Tianying Kingdom. There will be a lot of mercenaries coming over to eat and stay in the store. It may be very busy. In addition, you have to pay attention to that those mercenaries are not very good-tempered. Don't annoy them, otherwise they will be life-threatening."

Yar was a little strange, and asked, "The shopkeeper, mercenaries usually go to the mercenary union to take a break. Why are you staying in a civilian hotel like ours today?"

The boss smiled, with a bit of joy on his face after years of experience: "Today is the traditional festival of our Tianying Country, the homesickness festival, only once every three years. As long as there are not particularly important things, all mercenaries will go out. When they come back, most of them will bring their partners to spend together, so the flow of people will be relatively large, even if we are a small border town, it will be overcrowded at this time."

"It turned out to be like this." While listening, Yar arranged the chairs and tables in the shop. Normally, the boss and Sally did the job together, but now Yar does it alone, and it’s faster than both of them at the same time. It's a lot faster to do it.

The boss looked at Yar and felt very satisfied. When he first saw Yar, the kid was dàng up the street and was bullied by a local ruffian. He felt pitiful, so he kindly picked it up. He didn't expect to pick it up again. He was not only diligent, but also well done. He was orderly and never cried out bitterness and tiredness. After staying in the hotel for such a long time, he never asked for a salary, let alone any request from him.

At this time, other employees also entered the hotel from the backyard. Looking at the hourglass on the table, the boss asked his daughter to open the store door and prepare to start the day's business activities.

Indeed, as the boss said, shortly after the door was opened, a scattered number of mercenaries came in, usually three to five people, and there were also seven to ten people. It didn't take long for this small hotel to be full. More people means good business, but it also means busyness. Fortunately, the boss has been prepared and cared for three more people, otherwise it would really be overwhelming.

Because most of the people who stayed in this hotel were mercenaries, everyone had to be cautious. Although the mercenaries are not rich, they are always much more generous than the civilians. In this half of the day, Yar received more tips than usual in a month. But instead of putting it away by himself, he gave it all to the boss.

Normally, the tip received by the clerk does not need to be handed over to the shopkeeper, but Yar insisted on doing so. He always said: "If the shopkeeper had not taken me in, I would have starved to death on the street. Although the Asian people are very hún eggs in other places, they still know the rewards of Entu."

The boss couldn't hold him back, so he had to accept it, thinking about helping him save it, and then waiting for Yar to give it to him when he was in a hurry.

On such a festive day, mercenaries generally do not take the initiative to make trouble, but there are always people with poor wine quality who get drunk and go crazy in the hotel. The boss is very experienced in this, and he can always humbly, nod and bow his head to fudge the drunken guests, and take them back to the room to rest.

It was the same this time, except that the boss slapped a drunken mercenary on his face, and the five finger prints on his face looked abrupt. Fortunately, the friend of the drunken mercenary was more sensible and gave the boss a silver coin as an apologize. In this regard, the boss said frankly that he was very happy. In his opinion, it is a very cost-effective business to exchange a silver coin with one slap.

Yar changed his boss and went back to rest. When he came back to work, he just heard the drunken mercenary sitting at the table and saying, "Onama, I'm not just hitting a lowly civilian. You don't have to hurt me like that." They dare to retaliate against our mercenaries."

"That's not what I mean, I just want to say that this is a festive day in our country, try not to do it, okay?"

The drunken mercenary mumbled: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. Anyway, mercenaries like us can only bully little* civilians who have no strength. Compared with the nobles, we even Not even a fart."

The mercenary named Ornas said: "Don't underestimate yourself, Fire Spider is not a civilian, but he has become a nobleman in the neutral country of Torres, and he also owns his own territory. This special product can sell more than one hundred gold coins per catty, and the nobles are still rushing to get it, which is really envious. I think that as long as you work hard, there may be miracles."

Hearing Zhang Hao's mercenary nickname, Yar shook his body, and his work slowed down obviously.

The drunken mercenary said: "It's just a little white face. It's all about a woman. If there is an elf by my side, and the princess Ratchfell appreciates, I can definitely do better than him, believe it or not, Ona horse."

"Xin Xin Xin" Onama smiled helplessly, his companion is usually good, but he likes to talk nonsense when he gets drunk, his mind is a little small, and he can't see that others are better than him, but there is not much else. Something wrong. Having said that, people in the mercenary world don't have such bad habits.

Yar blinked, his face sinking. In Issubia, the master is like a father, and it is not possible to insult in front of people casually.

The drunken mercenary continued: "I have accidentally seen the portrait of the little white face, the authentic little white face, **, the good-looking man has the advantage. The princess hugged and the elves also posted upside down. I heard that the wife is still A very pretty beauty, fuck, why didn't my mother give me a better look~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I really want to go to Bulu Town and grab those women."

Ornas looked around and increased his tone to his companion: "You are drunk, don't talk nonsense, or don't blame me for knocking you out."

Ornas usually has good prestige in the team, and the drunken mercenary smashed his spirits and sobered up a lot of alcohol. He was just envious, jealous and hateful. How could the people in the mercenary world not know whether Fire Spider had any strength. To put it bluntly, he just said something to vent the pressure and dissatisfaction that he usually accumulated due to various reasons.

After Yar cleaned up the leftovers on the table, he glanced at the drunken mercenary and turned to leave.

Ornas and his companions stayed in the hotel for three days. After the fourth day, because the festival was over, they were leaving the town and reported back to the mercenary group. In the remote forest road, they were blocked by a little dwarf. The man was dressed in black, with brown eyes and bare hands.

The two Ornas immediately assumed a fighting posture. In the mercenary world, it is very common to be blocked by people. They did not... [This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! ]