Chapter 241: Bounty Hunter (Seeking Monthly Votes)

The Night Curtain descended.

The Hunter Bar was once again filled with clamor.

As a place that served as a hub for bounty hunters on the surface and one of the entrances to the Mysterious world in the shadows, it never lacked guests.

This bar alone could provide the 'Vulture' with over 500 pounds in profit every month; no wonder Maige would cling to this place so tightly.

Aaron did not head to the Black Queen District; he sat in a corner of the bar, a glass of mead in front of him, silently pondering in his heart.

'If it were just the profit from selling beer, then even if Bafil worked himself to death, it would be impossible to earn 500 pounds a month, unless one stopped every Mysterious person to collect a toll and ensured they couldn't enter the Moving Castle through the other 19 entrances...'

The bar suddenly became quiet; the drunks who had been blocking the big man's path scrambled away in a hurry, and some even whispered the big man's name: "It's 'Madman' Karl... It is said he was being hunted by the 'Blood Snake Gang', yet he hasn't been thrown into the Dosom River yet."

Aaron said with a sigh, his tone sounding like a joke.

Karl muttered, raised the water glass and drained it in one gulp, then tucked the money from under the glass into his pocket.

"Boss..."

Bafil did not know why, but his body suddenly shuddered, feeling as if the temperature today had dropped a bit lower, and he hurriedly agreed.

The smile on Aaron's face remained unchanged as he gave Bafil a look.

Since Isabet chose to come to this kind of place to work, she must have had some mental preparation.

After a standoff of less than ten seconds, Karl nodded and said calmly: "Then give me a mojito!"

"Not only that, look at his hand; it's 'Savage' Bafil, worth 15 pounds!"

The composition of bounty hunters is very complex: there are resigned police officers, desperate toughs, hopeful young people, amateur part-time detectives, desperate criminals themselves, and even some Extraordinarys who have just stepped into the Mysterious world!

Most of them have a need to keep their identities secret, which provides the soil for a platform like the Hunter Bar to survive.

Bafil immediately stepped forward, let William help, and dragged the unconscious Bafil all the way to the back kitchen.

'He really is a madman... Although the bar also takes on this kind of work, usually one comes to the bar counter to exchange a code first, and then does it secretly in the back alley; how could anyone come so directly?'

Aaron casually poured a glass of plain water and placed it in front of Karl, while simultaneously pulling out 12 banknotes with a face value of 1 pound and pressing them under the glass.

Aaron did not quite agree with the saying from his past life that men of all ages like eighteen-year-old women.

Aaron took a sip of mead, watching William and Isabet, both wearing black and white waiter uniforms, struggling to weave through the crowded bar.

Karl stared at Aaron as if he were a wolf.

He was already accustomed to this kind of thing.

After Aaron took charge, he lowered it; one-fifth was enough.

"Sigh... this damn era, forcing me to have to become a member of the middle class."

That feeling of being watched by a predator did not scare Aaron, but instead made Isabet beside him cover her lips, as if she were about to cry the next moment.

According to what Bafil said, for the business of collecting bounties on behalf of others, the 'Vulture' previously charged three-tenths as a service fee.

Of course, at the Hunter Bar, although Aaron did not care about these things, he also stipulated that it must be done after work hours, and furthermore, it could not be forced.

'This is of course also unlikely, therefore the Hunter Bar's biggest source of income before was being a platform for bounty hunters; it issued tasks to bounty hunters, and could even collect bounties on their behalf, taking a cut from it...'

With a bang, Bafil's head was heavily knocked against the bar counter, and drops of fresh blood fell along the edge of the table.

This was just the right way for them to verify whether the Hunter Bar was still the same as before!

"This gentleman... we here..."

Whether they would continue to trust the bar as a platform was hard to say.

"Yes, Boss!"

"Give me an iced Welsh!"

Karl's voice was low; his features were deep, his nose bridge high, and he was full of personality, his azure eyes seemingly filled with madness.

Not long after, Aaron also came in, looked at the 'prey' on the ground, and said to Bafil: "Send him to where he should go, then collect the money... if you run into someone who reneges on the debt, don't get entangled, come back and tell me!"

It would be good enough if he didn't collect taxes; in this world, no one could renege on his money!

Of course, trust was also very important, because well-informed bounty hunters already knew the news that the Hunter Bar had changed owners.

From time to time, drunk guys would give Isabet's plump buttocks a hard slap, leaving this waitress daring to be angry but not daring to speak, only able to try to kill with her eyes—this often could not scare off the harassers at all, only earning more whistles and dirty language.

Several bounty hunters who were clearly much more capable and did not have much smell of alcohol on them looked on with deep eyes as Aaron stood up and came behind the bar counter.

As for those who obtained remuneration by relying on mental labor, in the eyes of the nobility, it was still an act of selling one's own labor, so they did not enter the upper class!

As for those who sold physical labor to make a living, they were even lower, the likes of workers and farmers.

Bafil personally carried a tray and served a stack of pancakes to Aaron: "It looks like the two newcomers are doing okay..."

Finally, those who had no work at all and could only rely on begging and relief were practically expelled from the ranks of humanity.

In this era, only the rentier class, who did no labor at all and relied solely on land or investment profits, were generally regarded by society and newspapers and magazines as the upper class.

"The old boss would at least give a glass of Welsh beer."

"The past is the past; now, the rules have changed."

Aaron had a direct understanding of the madness of this bounty hunter named 'Karl', and with an unchanged expression, he said: "This shop no longer sells 'iced Welsh'; in the future, please say 'give me a mojito'! As for the cut, we are one-third cheaper than before..."

William Xiaer stepped forward with a smile on his face, but before he could finish speaking, he was rudely pushed away.

In fact, most of the waitresses in the bars around here had part-time jobs as streetwalkers; as long as one was willing to spend enough money, one could take them away.

'Sigh... the quality of this population is in urgent need of improvement... but that's not right either; men, once they drink, are basically like this...'

It is clear that the vast majority of men only like one kind of woman—that is, beautiful ones!

At this moment, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open, and a big man with short-cropped hair, carrying another person in his hand as if carrying a little chick, came to the bar counter.

Being expelled from the ranks of humans was not a good thing.

For example, in the ancient East of his past life, the 'people' in the eyes of Confucian scholars only went down as far as the commoners, that is, the level of self-sufficient farmers.

As for the tenant farmers and servants below that, they had already been expelled from the ranks of 'the people', so they could be treated like pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep; abusing, beating, or killing them at will was not a big deal, and it would not ruin one's reputation or cause criticism!

(End of chapter)