Chapter Seventy-One: The Bar Owner Who Has Changed Dramatically

Fortunately, this dirty and smelly disabled old man doesn't need me to take care of him...... Of course, even if he really needs me to take care of him, I don't bother to care about his life or death!

However, he complained that the hostess "had a good time" with the disabled old man. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She was already in a state of self-pity and self-pity because of the weakness of her own strength...... She couldn't leave the camp at all, wandering around the ruined town alone, and one of our three main team members had to be left in the camp to protect her at all times...... The contrast is so stark!

It is estimated that she is trying to relieve her depression, or to prove that she is still somewhat useful...... All the time, we are busy looking for trivial things to help us solve, such as setting up camp, building a campfire, making lunch, etc.

So when the complaining hostess touches the dirty and smelly disabled old man, it's like dry wood touching a fire...... can not only take care of the disabled old man to prove that she is still useful, but also because of the old man's disability, it triggers her compassion for things and other things...... They are all weak.

Ahem, it seems a bit obscene to say that.

In fact, the hostess is still a good person, although I can see from some of her micro-expressions that the reason for her good deeds is some harmless dark psychology, but she is still wholeheartedly, hard-working, and takes care of the disabled old man.

Oh, by the way, that old man with a disability is a handicap in one hand and one foot.

His right leg, which had been completely absent from the calf, was only supported by a wooden leg...... Like a one-legged pirate on TV.

His left hand is missing three fingers, or rather, his left hand starts from the middle finger and directly lacks half of the palm, like a vertical cut between the middle and index fingers, at equal angles.

According to the disabled old man, he has not left this ruined town for more than ten years because of his disability.

He usually planted a little crop on the wasteland behind his house, barely able to support himself.

When that group of treasure hunters came to this ruined town, he, as the only aboriginal here, suffered a lot.

But it is precisely because he is the only aboriginal that he has only suffered a little, and there is no danger to his life...... Oh, by the way, not that disabled...... The disability on his body is all old wounds.

Recently, because the group of treasure hunters has become more and more impatient, they have begun to look for trouble with this dirty and smelly disabled old man again.

But at this time, it was the turn of the rookie wandering knight to appear.

In his own tune of "shameful play", he offered a helping hand to the dirty, smelly old man who was unarmed and asked for help.

Eventually, after a series of clashing over details, this "dirty and smelly source of pollution" was brought to our camp...... I don't care if this old man is disabled or not, but I hate him because he is dirty and smelly.

The rookie wandering knight, the conflict at that time was more dangerous, and almost used the rookie wandering knight as a spark to ignite this piece of gunpowder arsenal composed of treasure hunting adventurers.

Fortunately, his handling methods are good, which not only reflects our strength, but also does not arouse the disgust of this group, causing a bombing camp-style scuffle.

This disabled old man was not so close to me, and I guess he also found out that I disliked the dirty and smelly body...... I don't want to hold my breath all the time so that others can observe that I have the ability to breathe for long periods of time.

Anyway, I have a good impression of the hostess again...... That's because I found out that she actually took care of this dirty and smelly "pollution source" because she could endure the stench and stickiness because of depression and self-expression.

Well, well, it seems like I'm a little lower.

After the rookie wandering knight and the masked hooded man came back, they could also talk and laugh with this "pollution source", and when they saw that he was beyond his power, they did not dislike it at all and took the initiative to help...... I'm a little embarrassed to look at me, but I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassed, so forget it if you want me to contact the "pollution source"!

The next few days were really smooth...... There is no conflict at all.

Looking at the "powder magazine" that was slowly calming down, not only us, but even the disabled old man's expression became more and more relaxed.

Today, because of the disabled old man's house, no one will pay attention to it, and he specially invited us to his house as "guests...... He said he was a guest, but in fact, his house was no different from a tent with walls and a roof.

Well, well, I said it was a guest, and then I found out that we did more than this old man with a disability did...... Help him build the walls, repair the roof, build a stove, collect some dry firewood, and so on.

At the end of the day, we really helped his house to be renovated...... Oh, by the way, we don't include me here...... I watched with peace of mind, and when they were renovated, I moved in with peace of mind...... Of course, it is also possible to complain about the hostess to sarcastically say a few words to me, and not give me some good faces.

In the middle of the night, dark clouds cover the moon.

The man in the mask and hood walked into the house from the campfire outside the house, and I naturally opened my eyes in a sitting position, stood up with my waist straight, and walked to the campfire outside...... It's time for the vigil change.

Sitting outside by the campfire, I casually looked around, and in the darkness that was invisible to the naked eye, I focused on the darkest place, paused for a second or two, and smiled inwardly...... It's getting more and more interesting!

It turned out that through my enhanced eyesight, in the dark, I found another acquaintance of ours...... When complaining about the hostess, when the hostess, the bar owner of the bar where she was located.

Now this bar owner is not as red as before.

Oh no, it should be said that if it weren't for an acquaintance, it really wouldn't have connected him to what he was and what he is now...... Now the bar owner wears an eye patch (missing his right eye), has at least three scars on his face, half of his left ear is missing, and his right hand is completely replaced with an iron hook below the wrist (missing his right hand...... Completely different!

Carefully use perception to sense his micro-expressions, and find his direction towards me, or us, revealing a deep resentment.

It is estimated that his big "cross-dressing" is related to us nine times out of ten.

Well, yes, the original owner of the treasure map, or the "treasure accurate GPS locator", was killed by us in his bar, plus he, the owner of the bar, is also involved in the treasure hunting forces...... He's a little, mud falling off his crotch, a completely indescribable dilemma.

I wonder if he said that the treasure map was not destroyed by the original owner, and is now in our hands?

Well, there shouldn't be...... If he had told him about the forces behind him, he would not have been the only one who had come to spy on us right now.

Could it be that he also has his own calculations?

It's getting more and more interesting!

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