Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 9 The Poorest Traveler in History

Coulson, who left the director's office, also sighed.

Just a few hours ago, he deeply felt the other side of the innkeeper Cows - poor.

Even if you are poor, you still pick.

After touching the mysteries of elemental magic, Phil Coulson, who let go of his heart, talked eagerly with Cows, and learned a lot of mysterious side knowledge that he had never heard of.

At the same time, he also had a good time eating.

The only regret is that the unknown roasted bird meat has a little more salt.It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of drinking a few sips of water.

Until he felt the urge to pee.

"Ah, sorry, there is no toilet in the Mulgore Hotel!" Cows explained without shame, "You know, my hotel has never had any business. It's all because of the kindness of gangsters, thieves, and gangsters' Giving 'some change to make sure I don't starve to death on the streets of Hell's Kitchen. So remodeling toilets or something...not yet in the plan!"

Listen, is this human?
China's Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Bureau is an official government agency at any rate, and it didn't hold you accountable for murdering and groping your corpse because you still have some value.

In front of two serious secret agents, you actually took out these shady things as your own achievements and credits?And take it as a valid reason for not having a toilet!
But Cows took it for granted.

Not to mention the Mulgore Inn, there are no toilets in the entire Azeroth continent.

The undead are half-dead, so it is natural that there is no toilet; the night elves all grew up drinking dew, and it is understandable to pull them in the moonwell;

You know the Terrans in Stormwind have to go to Westfall if they want to go to the bathroom?It is said that there are still people who have worked so hard to reach Dongyong Lake...

We are great tauren, defecating anywhere is the right thing to do!

Don't even look at how green our Mulgore grass is!

After searching around, he couldn't find a public toilet, so Coulson could only carefully slip out the back door, using a big tree as cover, and took advantage of no one's attention in the middle of the night, comfortably settled in the corner of the hotel's outer wall. Bubble.

"Ah-cool!"

He has already made a decision, and he will write a compensation report on the hotel's outer wall later. The funds he applied for must be able to install running water, water heaters and toilets in the hotel...

Then as soon as he took a step back, he felt that he had stepped on something squishy and soft.

Confused, Coulson turned on the phone's light and saw various spiral or strip-shaped objects of different sizes around the tree.

"Uh……"

"So I can guarantee that the tree will grow the most luxuriant next year!" After euphemistically making a suggestion, the innkeeper Cous, who was the instigator, replied shamelessly.

Thinking of the scene under the tree, and of the guest room with nothing but the walls and the small wooden bed, Coulson sighed, only the bones of his body were aching.

Roasted birds are delicious and free.

—but for two of these rooms he paid a total of $150.

He moved his somewhat stiff limbs, and then planned to spend some time this morning rewriting the report and finalizing the compensation as soon as possible.

But now Kau Si, holding the money happily, fell into longing.

This is the biggest income he has earned since he came to this world.

The real gangsters will only walk around the negotiation table and high-end receptions like upper-class people; most of the middle-level leaders with some strength need to be responsible for internal management and power division; the most capable and smartest gang elites are busy dealing with the most difficult The most entangled opponent and the most profitable business.

So, regardless of the fact that Kau Si has dealt with more than a dozen waves of gangsters who came to extort money, as well as many crappy thieves and gangsters who are used to buying for zero yuan, in fact, these people are basically poor rookies , There are only a few coins or a few dimes on him at most.

A small watch on a big gold chain?Those that don't exist are all fakes that are not worth a few cents.

In fact, if Covus hadn't learned how to rub food and drink with his hands, he might have eaten up the stock on the counter and the basement, and then lay alone and starved to death in the Mulgore inn.

So he took the room fee and generous tip paid by Coulson, his fingers trembling with excitement.He even really wanted to kiss that incomparably kind old face of Coulson forcefully.

"I want to drink Coke, I want to eat watermelon, I want to buy a game console...a computer is also fine."

In fact, he wants to buy a doll the most. The dark basement is comparable to the coldest prison.But as a traverser who has basically survived the novice stage, it is very embarrassing not to be able to embrace the harem left and right, buy a doll?It's a disgrace to the traveler!It is very likely that those comrades who have become the masters of the plane will laugh to death.

As for those high elemental spirits—would anyone have any strange thoughts about a mass of lightning or fire?

After finally calming down from the excitement, Cous flicked the banknotes in his hand, roughly estimated the purchasing power, and then decided to buy some daily necessities.

After closing the gate, Cows happily went to the shopping mall, looking around all the way. The signboard of "Fogway Underground Boxing Club" hung majestically on the gate, the towering Fix Building and the low and simple building next to it. Residential houses contrast each other, Mariana Trench and extremely elastic long white legs, dilapidated classic cars whose doors are tied up with ropes, and loud supercars are fighting for lanes on a narrow road... and so on.

uh-huh?Did something different get mixed in?
Well, these are not important, what is important is that when passing by the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain of a shopping mall, he suddenly hesitated uncharacteristically.

From the wall curtain, he saw his own reflection.

Slightly messy blond hair and delicate features, coupled with a slender figure, these are no problem.

But he still wears the light green shirt he brought from "that world", the gray trousers that look like they haven't been washed in 800 years, and a pair of big suede shoes—more like cow hooves than shoes.

Of course there is no problem with the quality!

This set of clothes, no matter whether I have lived in this plane for more than a month, or spent countless years in the basement, even if I am in the world of elements, it will not be worn out.

He hesitated for a long time, and put his hands in his pockets. The few banknotes inside were already slightly wet.

"Let's just bear with it."

"Even if you are stingy, you won't even refuse to pay Coulson's tuition!"

After making a good excuse, Cous turned and walked into a nearby...tobacco shop.

　After opening the background, I suddenly found that it has become a contracted state, and I added a new one to solicit votes, everyone WOWER, you are so polite

　　
　
(End of this chapter)