Chapter 165: Isn’t this just delivered to your door?

The bartender also sensed something was wrong.

But rather than discussing whether Dean had seen something, he wanted to know how the mad dog Morrison targeted people.

"If you didn't go to him to cause trouble, why would there be so many things? And those puppet bears that were destroyed two days ago. Do you know how much effort I put into wiping your butt?"

"I haven't asked you this before, but I hope you know what you're doing."

"You spend so much effort just to punish an ordinary person who is not even a professional. What are you doing for? Don't tell me, just for your little black widow lover?"

Morrison glanced at him and said, "My current little lover is only Mrs. Wyndham."

The bartender passed on the sound of vomiting.

"I tell you, this is the last time. I don't care whether you are romantic or not, but don't delay our mission because of you! Morrison, you can't afford this responsibility!"

After greeting an acquaintance with a gentle expression, Morrison said in a cold tone.

"knew."

The bartender ignored him and said to himself: "Now that Paul III has relented, it's up to the Knights. Once Lensak allows the establishment of the Origin Guild in District 13, this place will immediately become a piece of fresh meat, attracting A large number of beasts are coming upon hearing the news. The witches of the Witch House, the magicians of the Sky Council, and the exorcists of the Exorcist Order are the most threatening competitors to us. .”

"Compared to them, we have laid a solid foundation in District 13. This is an opportunity. You should find an opportunity to connect with the upper management of the Knights as soon as possible. Stop staring at other people's wives!"

"Whether someone has big breasts or a perky butt has nothing to do with you!"

"As for Bella, you have already been suspected. If we hadn't gotten the exact evidence, would you still have the chance to come here to drink? Wait until you drink urine in the cell! I will take care of this matter. You can settle it, but you must calm down recently, let alone trouble the breeder again!"

Morrison asked: "What if he has indeed discovered the curse I placed on some stuffed bears?"

The bartender's answer was decisive.

"Whether he discovers it or not, it has nothing to do with you. This kid has found a good place. It is inconvenient for our people to do it. If we really don't have a chance, we can only wait until the next beast wave to kill him."

The next time there is a beast wave, it will take a long time.

Thinking of these recent bad things, Morrison said irritably: "Trouble!"

Just when this sentence was passed, the bartender's voice transmission link suddenly stalled. It only stopped for about two seconds, and then quickly continued to operate as if nothing happened.

Morrison knew this was a sign that he had received the latest news and immediately asked: "What's wrong?"

The bartender was several meters away from him, and while cleaning the bar, he replied: "It's no trouble now. Wamuli helped you, and those guys are coming towards this pub."

The moment this message rang in Morrison's mind, a large group of mercenaries suddenly came in through the door.

The tavern, which was originally a little deserted due to the lack of customers, suddenly became lively.

Morrison turned his back to the door and smiled gently.

"Tell Wamuli for me that I owe him a favor and treat him to a drink after everything here is settled."