Since it was going to be reorganized, it was simply moved away, and directly in the suburbs, a large manor was cleaned up, and the medical clinic was really converted into a hospital, as for whether there were so many people and patients, Angel Bena didn't care - anyway, it was the private property of the Witches' Secret Society, and it didn't cost money.

The word rich and capricious is perfectly interpreted.

Only the medical center was moved, and the restaurant was not moved, but the medical center was merged, and the area was more than tripled.

After all, the nature of restaurants and medical clinics is different, so you can't let those diners run back and forth for dozens of miles every day for a meal, right?

In that case, the restaurant will not be able to open for half a day, after all, many diners are just for convenience.

As a result, Sean basically had no time to stay in the restaurant, and the status of the young lobby manager Eller rose and he directly became the acting owner, and the daily pumping was also several percentage points higher.

If it had been before, Eller would have jumped three feet tall with joy, but now his face was bitter and he could flow juice, grabbing Sean who was about to move to a new hospital and not letting go.

"Boss, what are we going to do when you're gone? Those bastards make a fuss every day, I heard that the old diners who secretly threaten us are still threatening us, and there are fewer and fewer old diners who come every day, and if this continues, we will close the store sooner or later. ”

"Today, we will completely do it, if they still dare to come, they will beat me, hard, it is best to break a few more dog legs, I will be on the spot. ”

Angel Bena waved her little hands domineeringly, she had heard about Sean picking up bones for the ruffians who came to make trouble.

I always feel very pictured.,I think it's a domineering embodiment.,I want to give it a try.,Unfortunately, I haven't had the opportunity.。

"Isn't this something you can't mess around?" said the young lobby manager, no, the young agent owner Eller looked confused.

During this time, it has always been them who are indignant, and Sean and Angel Bena have always told them to refrain and refrain from easily clashing with them.

Why has the tone of speech completely changed today? Could it be that they have found a bigger backer and don't have to be afraid of provoking the papal knights of the Holy Aether Holy See?

"Now the situation is different, if they dare to come again without long eyes, they will beat me hard, as long as they don't die. ”

Wrapped like a little white bear, Angel Bena has a fierce face, but no matter how vicious her expression is, there is also a cute and cute atmosphere on her crystal clear delicate little face.

As he spoke, there was a commotion outside the restaurant.

A young waiter, only fourteen or fifteen years old, rushed in with a look of righteous indignation.

"Brother Ayler, they're here again, those troublesome bastards are here again, what are we going to do?...... Boss, ma'am!"

The young waiter hurriedly performed an irregular waiter salute, his little face turned red, and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at Angel Bena at all, for fear that he would lose his manners and collide with Miss Beauty.

But I couldn't help but be attracted by her beauty, and secretly swept it with my afterglow, and there was a wail in my heart.

It's over, it's over, my reckless performance just now was all seen by Miss Angel Bena, and my image was all over.

But Miss Angie Bena is really beautiful, the light snow that just fell this morning, and her skin is not fair, and the young lady from the aristocracy is different from ordinary women.

The appearance of the young man's love for the first time is vividly displayed.

Angel Bena seemed to feel something, and habitually pursed her lips and smiled, although she didn't go to the young waiter, she still confused him.

"Lance, how many times have I told you, don't mess around. ”

Eller reprimanded, although his heart is also messed up now, he still maintains a calm appearance, after all, his current identity is different, he is a shopkeeper, although he is an agent, but he must have his own majesty.

Although this majesty is much more immature than what Sean exudes from his bones, it also looks like it.

"Got it. ”

Lance, the young waiter, who was still in a state of disappointment, responded indiscriminately.

"Lance has just arrived, and there are some things that are still being learned, so I ask the boss to forgive me. ”

Eller defended the deranged young waiter, and at the same time tugged Lance hard, and he still brought him into the door by himself, the youngest son of his former boss Wendell.

In public and private, he has the responsibility to take care of him, Xiao Lance's careful thinking, he knows it, and he has told him how many times he has done it openly and secretly.

Miss Angelena and they are not people of the same world, and they are not even allowed to dream, otherwise they will only bring endless disasters to themselves and their families.

Even if Miss Angie Bena was a very gentle person and would not do those crazy things, she could not stand up to her many suitors, and if one or two of these suitors were of bad moral character, and then Lance was not pleasing to the eye, then there would be endless troubles.

This is not alarmism, but Eller's own witness, the young man who worked as a waiter in the bakery with him, who was only in love with the daughter of a slightly beautiful bakery, was stabbed to death in the street by the son of a jealous lord, and now the grave grass is one person high.

And the perpetrator, who had only walked around the border army, had now appeared in the city with a swagger, and had heard that he had married the daughter of the bakery, and that he had a second son.

Since then, Eller has learned that for people like them, sometimes dreaming is also a luxury, especially unrealistic dreams.

What's more, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between his boss and Miss Angel Bena is not ordinary.

Regardless of Sean and Angel Bena, they laughed it off, not looking for trouble with a one-sided young man, but observing the situation outside the restaurant from the window.

Seventeen or eighteen half-sized people were swaying back and forth outside the restaurant, and when they saw someone wanting to go to the restaurant, they found fault with all kinds of people, and their methods were low-level and clumsy, which made people angry.

is not to interrogate the identity of the other party, or all kinds of intimidation, if it is a new diner, they are tossed like this, and most of them take a detour.

If you meet an old diner who ignores them, it is to create all kinds of accidents, such as you hit me, you step on my foot, and then go up to pull and pull clearly, and do not hit people, but make people annoying, once or twice is fine, and the next time, some old diners are not willing to come to the door.

There weren't many people who could eat out these days, so they tossed for several days, and it was strange that the restaurant business was good, and even two young waiters saw that the posture was not good, so they resigned automatically.

"Boss, do it really?"

Eller looked at Sean with blank eyes, although Angie Bena had just said cruel words, but after all, Sean was the real boss.

"Ms. Angelbena means, that's what I mean, give me a hard beating, as long as it doesn't hurt their lives, and if something happens, we will bear it. ”

It's a person who is angry, and his own good business is tossed like this, even if he doesn't rely on this to eat, it is impossible to be unfazed.

"Understood!"

Eller completely abandoned the hesitation in his heart, he knew that his boss was not the kind of impulsive and irritable person, since he had spoken, he must have been prepared, not to mention that he also had a bunch of evil fire in his stomach, these people directly affected his income.

With a wave of his hand, Eller rushed out with the new waiters who were sturdy but lacked arms and legs.

Don't look at these new waiters who lack arms and legs, they really hand over, those half-sized sons with sound limbs outside are not their opponents at all, after all, they used to be experienced gladiators, and the worst is also the subordinate level.

The log sticks were beaten by their dancing tigers, and those who were looking for trouble, ghosts cried wolves, and fled in embarrassment.

"How dare you do it, do you know who we are? We are believers in the Holy See, and you dare to beat God's servants, and it is God's will that we have come here to condemn the executioner, and you are blasphemous......

A leader of the Holy Aether Holy See fanatics, still not to be outdone, raised the Holy Aether Cross high.

"It's you believers who don't know what to do! Do human rights in the name of God, and you are worthy of it!"

A gladiator with one arm missing, with a stick in one hand, smiling all over his face, slashed his head and covered his face.

He was also a devout member of the Holy See, but when he was sold by his family to a slave owner and sent to the gladiatorial arena, he was scared to pee his pants.

He completely turned his back on the so-called God of Truth, because he found that in the dilemma of life and death, the only one who could save him was himself.

Finally picked up a life, lived a few days of peace, and had a full meal, this group of bastards actually held high the so-called god banner to destroy, if it wasn't for his own life-saving benefactor to stop him, he would have done it a long time ago.

Although the broken arm made his combat effectiveness sharply reduced by seventy, but the knight-level physical fitness was there, no matter how the Holy Aether disciple dodged, the stick always fell on him, whipping him crying dad and calling mom.

The Holy Aetherist crawled and crawled, and he didn't know how many sticks he had to take before he ran out of the chaos.

The crippled gladiators spat viciously at him and said, "Cheap him, don't come again, break your dog's leg again." ”

"You unbelievers, this is blasphemy, you wait, the Holy See will punish you blasphemers!"

This Holy Aether cultist did not lose the battle, he yelled at those crippled gladiators, his face was blue, his legs were lame, these bastards were really black, and they were looking for the hardest place to attack, so that even if they couldn't be broken, it would hurt terribly, and at the moment, there was no place to deal with it.

"Look for a fight. ”

The crippled gladiators made a chase, scaring the Saint Aether into fleeing.

"You wait, I'll make you look good in a while! I really think our Holy See is easy to provoke!"

The Holy Aetherist was fierce in his embarrassment, and compared to those confused half-sized people, he was one of them who understood and knew the meaning behind the trouble, because he had not done this kind of thing once or twice.

Now he only needs to take this injury to the church and cry, and naturally someone will stand up for him, and at the same time, he can reap some unexpected benefits.

In one sentence - he is professional.

The reason why he was not fatally injured was not only because the other party knew how to attack, but also because he consciously avoided those heavy blows, and those people hated him the most for this troublemaker, and there were a few times that he wanted to break his limbs, but he cleverly dodged them.