Chapter 33 The financial owner ran away!

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The man in black behind him immediately gave up resistance after seeing the old man's appearance.

I could feel his movements stagnating almost instantly.

"As expected...you are actually here to protect her."

The old man appeared quietly next to Binelle, but he stood still until now.

"You are a smart man."

"The main reason is that those who are not smart and insist on looking for trouble are basically dead..."

The old man smiled and said: "Not many people dare to say such things directly."

I'm not the hero of a passionate novel, so I just cut it off and it's over. The so-called breakthrough on the battlefield can really only exist in fantasy.

Especially after being beaten up by the devil, I realized this deeply.

Everything about life and death is a lie.

Thinking of this, I waved my hand and said, "No matter who you are, let me confirm one thing now..."

I looked at Binelle.

"You should be fine, right?"

From the beginning, Binelle had the expression of a child who had done something wrong and was caught by an adult. She lowered her head and really didn't know what she was thinking.

"I--"

"If possible, it would be better if I could know your identity. You are not an ordinary surveyor."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said with a strange expression: "Well, it's interesting to say that she is a surveyor... But I'm sorry, sir, but I can't let you know her actual identity."

I'm not surprised. This kind of person who looks like a child of a noble family is really someone who can't be offended.

"I have nothing to say, but I have one last thing to resolve before you leave."

"whats the matter?"

"Well, ahem, I was actually hired by her. I only paid a deposit so far. If you can, please settle the bill..."

People must have enough food to live, and those who don't have enough food will starve to death.

"Hahahaha, you are such an interesting person!"

Although you said so, I am currently in a state of being obsessed with money, and there is really nothing worthy of praise. Even the above words I have to bite the bullet before I can say it.

"Excellent..." I scratched my cheek awkwardly, "Anyway - thank you for your patronage."

After that, I was very happy to get all the expected funds, and I didn’t need any change, because all the things the old man brought seemed to be large coins, and the small expenses incurred by staying in a hotel were really unbreakable, so in the end I simply paid more. Gave it.

Although this is a good thing, why do I always feel poorer.

Binelle waved to me, and the old man beside her nodded to me. With the tiny stream of light generated by the magic power, the twisted space finally turned into a hole connecting the two places. When their figures completely disappeared from the portal, Afterwards, I sighed.

Cold sweat soaked my back unconsciously.

It seemed like a smooth conversation, but the old man put a lot of pressure on people.

If a witcher is a guy who flaunts the bloody smell of his prey as his glory and shows it off, then the old man is like an old hunter who kills his prey before every hunt. The person who washes away the smell of blood and hides himself in the mountains and forests to hunt.

One regards killing as a meritorious service, the other... drinks water and eats.

Although the edge has probably faded now, to a certain extent, the sword in the sheath is probably the most dangerous.

After being stunned for a long time, I slowly returned to the hotel.

As soon as I entered the door, a carefree voice rang out: "Lin Zhi and you are back, then I'm going to go play with the little bat!"

Then a breeze blew past me.

I couldn't see the afterimage clearly, and it didn't take away any clouds. It just made my face full of sand.

I once again deeply realized how unreliable it is to let Kyle Russ watch the door.

"Sure enough, it is necessary to find a reliable dog to watch over the hellhound guarding the gate of the underworld..."

I currently suspect that the three-headed hellhound is probably the kind of breed that runs around and destroys homes and can reach an understanding with its enemies.

"Huan, welcome back." A timid voice came from the direction of the counter. I looked down and saw Theresa's figure as expected.

She was still wearing the same clothes she was wearing a few days ago, but she listened carefully to my words and put on a hat when she came out.

"I'm sorry, the sister I contacted has never been available." I walked over and touched Theresa's head, "Is it boring here?"

"It's not bad. It's much better than the days when I was dodging before."

It seems to be back to normal now...

"That's good."

Counseling traumatized children is not a required course of study for me, and I really don’t know how to do it.

So we can only listen to that sentence, right?

【Time will heal everything】

"Ah, right."

Since there are no guests coming, I really have nothing to do here, so I might as well find something to do for myself, otherwise people will grow grass if I sit around all day.

"I remember you seem to have some talent as a chef, right?"

Teresa was stunned for a moment, then said sheepishly: "No, not really, it's just that I helped my mother when she was cooking, so I learned a lot by watching."

Well, it seems that demons are almost the same as humans in some things.

"It's better to have a foundation. In short, it's a craft that you can live on in the future."

In fact, this is a kind of trick.

After society reaches a certain level, the attitude towards eating will also change.

It is also very common to change from "just filling my stomach" at the beginning to "wanting to eat better".

From this perspective, being a cook is actually pretty good.

The morning passed quickly in teaching.

If I were a teacher, Teresa would probably be the best student.

The kind of top student template.

She was like a sponge absorbing everything I taught her.

Although she still fails to understand the great "appropriate amount", a mysterious unit of measurement that spans countless cuisines and even disciplines.

At noon, Kellas did not come back.

No guests came in the afternoon either, so I continued my teaching.

And in the evening, I finally waited for Aidolu.

I had already placed the money on the table in advance, waiting for her arrival.

"You guy-"

After confirming that it was a familiar demon emerging from the shadows, I shouted, "I've made a lot of money!"