Chapter 81: Three consecutive blows in the face
After the completion of the school bones, the rest of the things are much simpler, after simple disinfection, the hemostasis and muscle powder that the Eternal Night Legion has begun to mass-produce, wrapped in linen bandages, and applied a homemade splint, and even the plaster cast was not applied, so that Sean could observe the recovery at any time.
During the whole process, not only those young waiters were instructed to turn around, but even those troublesome rangers and heroes were also instructed to direct the east and west, so they were busy.
I didn't feel anything when I was busy, but when I was done, the situation became awkward.
This style of painting is completely wrong, they are here to find faults and reap benefits, not to seek medical treatment.
Now that the benefits have not been reaped, one of their own legs has been broken first, if it is only like this, it is better to say, they are experienced, they should slander people, and they should smash the store.
In a word, this matter must not be left alone.
But a young man who seemed to have knightly skills appeared, and without saying a word, he first connected their legs, and he didn't dare to say what the result was, but the whole process was absolutely smooth and not chaotic at all, so that all the people present did not realize the calendar.
Are they going to continue to make trouble, or are they going to walk away?
As if neither.
This kind of thing also pays attention to one emotion, which is similar to what is said in the art of war, one blow and two and three declines and exhaustion, and now there is no emotion in this area at all.
What's more, they are now facing a knight-level, and they are also knight-level who understand medical skills, if they annoy each other, they will also discount their legs, and then connect them again, just thinking about it, it makes me shudder.
If it is a gray person, it seems that it will not be done, in addition to having no face to mix on this street, their injured brother is still in the hands of the other party, if it is just gone, then it is not that there is no way to mix on this street, and there is no way to mix in this industry.
"Do you want to be public or private?" asked Sean as he washed the blood from his hands.
The ruffians looked at each other, and finally set their eyes on Polant, at this time, it could only be him, the boss, who stepped out in person, and said stubbornly: "What do you say when you are public?
"If it's public, we'll report to the police and let the law enforcement officer handle our affairs, and if it's private, we'll negotiate privately to resolve this matter. β
"It's private, it's private, it's private!" Polant made a choice for the first time, even if he had a certain background, it was better not to see the law enforcement officer.
It's not that evil is incompatible, but they are very aware of the greedy nature of the magistrates, and that if anything passes through their hands, both sides will have to shed their skins, and anyone who is shrewd knows that in these days, what can be dealt with privately will be dealt with privately.
If you can't handle it in private, many people would rather look for reputable people like them, who are not black or gray, than want to talk about it in official faces, because it is purely to make trouble for themselves.
"I also think it's more appropriate to be private! Your brother was injured because of my attendant, but you provoked first, and the main responsibility is still on your side, so let's do it, you don't investigate the injury of your brother, and I don't investigate the trouble you made with me, and heal your brother's foot for free, as long as he survives for three days, his life can be saved, but it is difficult to say what the foot will be restored, and it is likely to be a little lame. β
"No, absolutely not, my brother's foot is broken, you are responsible for healing it, and you don't dare to guarantee that it will be completely well, how can there be such a good thing in this world? β
Without waiting for Polant to talk, a little brother below him was not happy at first, in addition to having a good relationship with the injured person, mainly out of greed, wanting to take advantage of it.
"Well, is that what Mr. Pollant taught his subordinates?" Sean didn't even have any interest in sweeping the eyes of such an unscrupulous thug, and he despised this kind of person the most.
It doesn't matter if you're young and vigorous, use it in a positive place.
It doesn't matter if you are brave and ruthless, there are places in this world that allow you to squander your blood and sweat, and free gladiators are also more popular in Solo City, but if you want to use force to take it and get it for nothing, it is a problem with your character.
In addition, he doesn't even have a little eyesight, even if he mixes for a lifetime, and in the end he is a poor and old man, whether he can live to that age is still two words.
"Get out of the way. BrontΓ« kicked the guy who had no eyesight, his face was as black as the bottom of the pot, half of it was angry with his subordinates, and half of it was squeezed by Sean, it seems that his old face today is trying to keep it.
Polant originally wanted to leave a few words such as let's go and see, sooner or later I will want you to look good, but when it came to his mouth, he swallowed it back stiffly, and now he is stronger than others, and he will only make himself uncomfortable, and finally it became a word, "Goodbye." β
"Wait, did you forget something?" called out to Sean again, stopping Polant, who was about to walk to the door.
"What's the matter?" asked Porrant, who didn't want to stay here for a second now.
"You don't want to eat the overlord's meal, do you? Thirty-seven coppers, thanks to your patronage. Sean said confidently.
"Good! good! good!" Polant's whole body was about to explode, his face completely turned into the bottom of the pot, the other party did it on purpose, it was definitely deliberately humiliating him, he took out a wallet from his pocket and threw it out, holding back the anger that was about to burst out and said, "No need to look for it." β
But as soon as he went out, he was blown by the cold wind, and Polant regretted it, and his bowels were blue, because there were no more than thirty-seven copper coins and thirty-seven silver coins in the money bag, and inside were all their harvest in the past week, and what made him vomit blood was that there was a deliberately amplified voice from the other party inside the door.
"Shout, today I met the lord of the rich, thirty-seven copper rice money, and I gave so many rewards, I counted them, one gold coin, two gold coins, three gold coins...... Eight gold coins and fifty-six silver coins, plus two hundred and thirty coppers, Hao, too hao, we have been open for almost three weeks, and all the business adds up to not as much as today's money, just now I forgot to say that people are free to come often, they also have a brother here, they will definitely come, such customers must be taken care of in the future!"
"Come, those who see have a share, those who see have a share, a few of you have taken these coppers and divided them, and the old customers present also have a share, and the money will not be divided among you, but I will take care of the meals for the next two weeks, two meals a day, regardless of whether it is a big bowl of noodles or mutton steamed buns, and I will be full! There is a good saying, no waste, no take-out, otherwise the windfall will be three times more, and I can't afford it. β
"The boss is refreshing, I have made this friend, let's start today, I just ate half full, and then have a big bowl of noodles." β
"Boss, do you just care about food and wine?"
"If you want to be beautiful, why don't you ask and don't care about your accommodation? β
"Didn't I just want to ask? β
"Just eat, don't care about anything else, but if you keep your mouth shut, don't blame me. β
"The boss is so confident?"
"Self-confidence is a good thing, at least we will have a good mouth in the next two weeks, hehe, this is worth watching, if we come to such a show every day, we will not worry about eating and drinking for the rest of our lives." β
"Daydreaming, once a day is impossible, once a week is a little hopeful. β
"You don't have to do it once a week, you can do it once a month, and you can subsidize the family. β
Polant was so hung and spewed a mouthful of blood, this group of yin guys definitely deliberately said it to him, I really wanted to completely lose this old face, go back and snatch the money bag back, but weigh my own strength, and finally give up, it was purely self-inflicted, I could only leave here as quickly as possible, out of sight and out of mind, gritting my teeth in my heart, this matter is not over, it is definitely not over.
"What a big bowl of noodles to eat, Eller, the mutton soup is almost ready, the whole small pot comes, by the way, the back kitchen, everything you can find, all the ingredients on the whole with small plates, I invite you to eat something fresh." β
Sean, who has verified the new treatment, has a clear mind, and a large amount of energy consumption cannot suppress his high spirits.
Sean hasn't felt this way for a long time, and while being a human being in two lives has allowed him to have more things than ordinary people, he has also lost a lot, such as the sense of satisfaction and excitement brought by immaturity, and the sense of accomplishment of success.
It's not that he doesn't, it's just that he has too much vision, and there are few things that give him a sense of accomplishment, including the complete destruction of the Bastille and the establishment of the Legion of the Eternal Night, because those things seem to him to be natural, far less than the sense of accomplishment that comes from new discoveries in magic, which has nothing to do with the fact that it is a new system for Sean.
In a good mood, the main messenger behind the ruffian Polant, Sean didn't bother to investigate, he just didn't show up, just wanted to fish out the main messenger behind Porrant, but the main messenger was more cautious than expected and didn't show up.
It doesn't matter if you don't show up, it's nothing more than the lords and nobles who are in the business of the red restaurant, this kind of thing will never be the last, as the business becomes more and more prosperous, this kind of thing will be common, this is the disadvantage of imperfect laws and regulations.
In these days, how can there be any serious free businessmen, even if they were originally, after having a little capital, they have to obediently attach themselves to the names of those lords and nobles, and exchange high filial piety for the right to continue to operate, otherwise there will be no property left.
More big businessmen are the agents of the lords and nobles, and there are also lords and nobles who have special hobbies to go out to do business in person, and are called aristocratic merchants, but such people are in the minority, after all, merchants are a lowly profession and will be laughed at by people in the same circle.
How much ability can a person who doesn't even let go of this little bit of small profit in front of him, if the other party is interested and no longer looking for trouble, if he reaches out again, Sean will even chop off people with claws.
Under Sean's command, the braziers in the restaurant were soon lit one after another, using coke from the black flint that had been half-burned in the fireplace, without the slightest smoke and fire.
The two hanging pots are hung up, which is filled with the hot pot mutton soup that the kitchen has been stewed since yesterday, as soon as the fire is heated, it begins to tumble, and the large pieces of yellowed meat are tumbling together with the yellow mutton soup, and in a short period of time, the whole restaurant is filled with a rich and unique fragrance.