As a gathering place for bounty hunters on the surface and one of the entrances to the mysterious world in the dark, there is never a shortage of guests here.
This bar alone can provide Vulture with a profit of more than 500 pounds per month. No wonder Mag will cling to this place.
Aaron did not go to the Black Queen. He was sitting in a corner of the bar with a glass of mead in front of him, thinking silently in his heart.
'If it is just the profit from selling beer, then even if Balkin works until he dies, he will not be able to earn 500 pounds a month, unless he stops every mysterious person to collect tolls and ensures that they cannot enter the moving castle from the other 19 entrances...
'
'This is of course impossible, so the Hunter Bar's biggest source of income before was becoming a platform for bounty hunters. It issued tasks to bounty hunters, and could even collect bounties on their behalf and harvest from them...'
The composition of bounty hunters is very complex, including retired police officers, desperate strong men, hopeful young people, part-time detectives, desperate gangsters themselves, and even some extraordinary people who are new to the mysterious world!
Most of them have the need to keep their identities confidential, which gives platforms like Hunter Bar the soil to survive.
Of course, trust is also very important, because well-informed bounty hunters already know the news that the owner of the Hunter Bar has changed.
It’s hard to say whether you will continue to trust the bar platform.
Aaron took a sip of the mead and watched William and Isabette, wearing black and white waiter uniforms, struggling to walk through the crowded bar.
From time to time, a drunk guy would slap Isabette's plump buttocks hard, making the waitress angry and unable to speak, so she could only try to kill with her eyes - which often failed to scare her away.
Harassers will only get more whistles and dirty words.
"boss……"
Barkin personally carried the tray and served a stack of muffins for Aaron: "It looks like the two newcomers are doing well..."
He was still used to this kind of thing.
In fact, most of the hostesses in the bars around here have part-time jobs as street girls. As long as they are willing to spend enough money, they can take them away.
Isabette must have had some awareness in her heart when she chose to work in a place like this.
Of course, at the Hunter Bar, although Aaron didn't care about this, he still stipulated that it must be done after get off work, and it couldn't be forced.
'Sigh... The quality of the population needs to be improved... But that's not right. Men basically have this kind of virtue after drinking alcohol...'
Aaron doesn't agree with the statement that men of all ages in previous lives liked 18-year-old women.
Obviously, the vast majority of men only like one kind of woman - and that is beautiful!
At this time, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open, and a big man with short hair came to the bar, carrying another person in his hand like a chicken.
The bar suddenly became quiet, and the drunkards who had blocked the big man's path hurriedly ran away. Some people whispered the big man's name: "It's 'Crazy' Carl... It is said that he was chased by the 'Blood Snake Gang',
He hasn't even been thrown into the Dosom River yet."
"Not only that, look at what he has in his hand is the 'Savage' Baffir worth 15 pounds!"
Several bounty hunters who were obviously much more capable and didn't smell much of alcohol looked at Aaron with deep eyes as he stood up and came to the bar.
This just allows them to verify that the Hunter Bar is still the same as before!
"This gentleman...we are here..."
William Shire took a step forward with a smile on his face, but was pushed away rudely before he could finish speaking.
With a bang, Buffir's head was hit hard on the bar, and drops of blood fell along the edge of the table.
“Have a glass of Wales on the rocks!”
Karl's voice is deep, his features are deep, his nose is high, he is full of personality, and his blue eyes seem to be full of madness.
'Sure enough, he is a madman... Although bars also take on this kind of work, they usually come to the bar to read the code and then do it secretly in the back alley. How can you come so directly?'
Aaron finally had an intuitive understanding of the madness of this bounty hunter named 'Carl'. His expression remained unchanged and he said: "Our store no longer sells 'Welsh on the Ice'. From now on, please say 'a Mojito'! As for
Taking a commission, we are one-third cheaper than before..."
According to Balkin, for the business of collecting bounty on behalf of the company, Vulture used to charge three-tenths as a handling fee.
After Aaron made the decision, he lowered it a bit, and one-fifth was enough.
Karl stared at Aaron like a vicious wolf.
The feeling of being watched by a predator did not frighten Aaron. Instead, it made Isabette next to her cover her lips, as if she was about to cry the next moment.
After less than ten seconds of confrontation, Karl nodded and said calmly: "Then give me a mojito!"
Aaron poured a glass of boiled water at will and placed it in front of Carl. At the same time, he took out 12 1 pound notes and pressed them under the cup.
"The previous boss would have at least given me a Welsh beer."
Karl muttered, raised his glass of water, drank it down in one gulp, and put the money under the glass into his pocket.
"It used to be the past, but now, the rules have changed."
The smiling expression on Aaron's face did not change, and he made a gesture to Barkin.
Balkin immediately stepped forward, asked William to help, and dragged the unconscious Bafield all the way to the kitchen.
Not long after, Aaron also came in, looked at the 'prey' on the ground, and said to Barkin: "Send him to where he should go, and then collect the money... If you encounter a defaulter, don't bother, come back and tell me
!”
It’s good that he doesn’t collect taxes. No one in this world can rely on his money!
"Yes, boss!"
Barkin didn't know why, but his body suddenly trembled. He felt that the temperature seemed to be lower today, and he quickly agreed loudly.
"Alas...this damn era has forced me to become a middle-class person."
Aaron sighed and said in a joking tone.
In this era, the rentier class who did not do any labor at all and only relied on land or investment to make profits were generally regarded as superior people by society and newspapers and magazines.
And those who rely on mental work to get paid are still selling their own labor in the eyes of the nobles, so they cannot join the upper class!
As for those who sell their physical strength to make a living, then they are workers and farmers.
In the end, those who don’t even have a job and can only rely on begging and charity will be expelled from the ranks of human beings.
Being expelled from the ranks of others is not a good thing.
For example, in the ancient times of the past in the East, the "people" in the eyes of Confucian scholars were only at the lowest level, that is, the level of peasants.
As for the next tenants, servants and the like, they have been expelled from the ranks of "people", so they can be treated like pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep. They can be tortured, beaten and killed at will, and they will not lose their reputation or cause criticism!
