The Unemployed Demon Lord

"Horse No. 6 definitely ate crotons before the race!"

"Shady! Absolutely shady! The Royal Racecourse don't make a fool of yourself!"

"The whole world is preventing me from turning over! The evil capitalism knows how to exploit me! I will definitely turn you over if I have the chance!"

"Lao Tzu Beinima's Monk Zhang Sanfeng Tai Chi Boxing Tai Chi Swordsmanship Popeye Pikachu Digimon Dragon Fat Monster Snake..."

Merlin's old habit was repeated again. Once he lost a bet, he hated the society, scolded the whole of Great Britain, and all kinds of discriminatory conspiracy theories flew into the air.

And his behavior was as fierce as his words, the dining table was knocked loudly, as if he would take revenge on society with a sword at any time.

The restaurant owner was very worried, fearing that the psychopath would go crazy, so he silently picked up the kitchen knife and prepared to go all out.

The two beer-drinking uncles couldn't stop laughing, thinking that Merlin's loss in the bet was completely expected.

After a while

Merlin sat on the chair, looked at the mess on the dining table in a hopeless manner, and seemed to have regained his composure.

Fortunately, the gambling state of Merlin didn't last long, just for a short while. After the irritable state ended, he would look at the reality like now.

It's still the same problem, I lost the horse betting, and now I really have no hope of paying the bill. Could it be that I really use force to eat the king's meal?

Please don't, I am the number one big devil in the hall, and I would do such a lowly thing, which would damage my reputation.

Merlin thought a lot, but how could he have any prestige?It was all taken out by the Holy See to exaggerate and cheat money.

The owner of the restaurant was wiped, staring at Merlin, waiting for him to pay the bill.

Merlin was sweating coldly from being stared at, feeling that he was being looked down upon by others, and his heart was very hurt.

He thought for a while, and felt that he couldn't rely on force, and couldn't afford to lose that person, so he decided to rely on his own wisdom to get through.

"Crack!" Merlin snapped his fingers pretendingly, "Check out!"

The boss wiped his hands and walked over suspiciously, wondering if he is really rich?

"Hi sir, a total of two gold coins."

"So expensive?!" Merlin felt that he didn't eat much, and the boss took him for a big one.

"Turkey and suckling pig are our specialty dishes." The restaurant owner explained.

"Oh, it's okay, the taste is so-so." Merlin changed the subject cheekily, "Actually, I think the environment of your store is good, but the popularity is not high. What's the matter?"

"This has something to do with the location of our store. It's too close to the back of the market." The restaurant owner replied truthfully, knowing it well.

"No, no, it has nothing to do with this." Merlin shook his head, pretending to be profound, "It's because your store lacks cute elements~"

"Cute element?" The restaurant owner was at a loss.

"Yes, look at the maid coffee shop, the cat girl coffee shop, they all have their own cute elements, either this sauce or that sauce, high society and bunny girls, those black silk thighs are very charming, these are all cute elements. " Merlin spread his hands to explain.

"Guest, what do you mean..." The restaurant owner seemed a little interested.

"Your store needs to add cute elements, do you know Tsundere?" Merlin said solemnly.

"Ao...jiao?" The restaurant owner was very puzzled and couldn't understand at all, but he felt that what Merlin said was somewhat reasonable, every restaurant should have its own characteristics.

"That's right, it's Tsundere. Tsundere who hates honesty, often says the opposite of what he says in his heart. I'll teach you now, for example, what are you going to do now?" Merlin's eyes were serious, like a pious missionary.

"Sir, please pay the bill." The restaurant owner replied honestly.

"Yes, if Aojiao said, it's not like this, but, I won't let you pay the bill!" Merlin imitated a little, and then urged, "You should try it too, it will be very helpful to your store , can attract a large number of people.”

"I... I won't let you pay the bill!" The restaurant owner, an old man in his 40s, turned into a pussy, with a trembling mustache.

Merlin showed a strange smile, looking very sinister and gloomy, showing the essence of the devil.

That's right, all of this is a routine, as long as the boss says no money is needed.

Merlin lifted his buttocks and walked out of the restaurant, then nodded and said

"Okay, I won't pay the bill as you wish."

"Thank you for your hospitality, let's Sayunara!"

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Chapter 14:

The restaurant owner was stunned for three seconds, and then he came back to his senses, only to realize that he had been tricked, God damn Tsundere!I just want to tell myself that I don't want money.

"Come on! Stop him!"

The restaurant owner threw the towel on the table. There are two things he hates when opening a restaurant. The second thing is credit, and the first thing is to eat bully meals. The former has the possibility of getting it back, and the latter is free prostitution.

The door of the restaurant was knocked open, and the gold medalist in the market had been waiting for a long time, and when he heard the boss calling, he couldn't wait to come in.

"Master, here I come. Where is the little thief who ate the overlord's meal? I will deal with him and let him sell his kidney to pay the bill."

The gold-medal thugs in the market are a group of mercenaries who dawdle, have no special abilities, and are just hired to earn some money to survive.

The man in front of him was muscular and attached to his body like a rock, and his shiny forehead seemed to be waxed, shining extremely brightly.

Although his appearance was very intimidating, Merlin only felt that this gold medalist was a low-level fighter, not worth mentioning, just a little salty fish.

Of course, Xiao Xianyu is only for Mei Lin. In fact, the strength of the lower level is already very good in this small village. I don't know how many people can't cultivate even a trace of fighting spirit and magic power, so they can only be ordinary people.

"It's... that's him." The restaurant owner pointed at Merlin, his mustache trembling angrily, "I've opened a restaurant for more than ten years, and this is the first time I've met someone who eats Bawang Meal!"

"I didn't eat the overlord's meal. Boss, didn't you say that you don't want money?" Merlin was cheeky, and had no intention of paying the bill at all.

"Who said you don't want money! Don't use some tricks to deceive me. Now you just need to obediently pay for the meal, and I can let you leave safely." The restaurant owner said seriously, expressing that he didn't want to cause trouble. Just pay for the meal obediently.

"I eat and drink for free with my wisdom, why should I pay for it?" Merlin said lightly, flashing out his Taidao, which looked as black as a broken fire stick, "Don't force me to defend myself, I will Even drawing a knife is afraid of myself.”

"Hahahahaha..."

The gold-medal thug laughed heartily, feeling that Merlin didn't have any power fluctuations, he was just an ordinary person.

With a broken stick on his waist, he doesn't look like a swordsman, but looks like a villager in the countryside.

The gold medalist didn't take Merlin seriously at all, thinking that he was a habitual criminal who cheated on food and drink.

"Didn't you just bring a fire stick, and this is considered a swordsman?"

"It's a swordsman, a swordsman, a great swordsman who wanders alone." Merlin emphasized that he doesn't like being called a swordsman, but prefers a swordsman, because it gives people a feeling of depression, which is cool.

"Then respectful Your Excellency Swordsman, may I ask your honorable name?" The gold medalist looked disdainful, intending to fool Merlin.

"Nobody, don't mention it, stay away, don't get in the way!" Merlin waved his hand, thinking that if a fight started, if he couldn't control it well, the entire village would disappear from the map of Great Britain.

"Hmph!" The gold medalist blocked the door like a city wall, not intending to let Merlin go. "A guy who dare not even tell his name deserves to be called a swordsman? You really laughed at other people's big teeth, you I've seen too many people of this kind, they're nothing more than little bastards who have learned a few tricks and come out to bluff."

"Emmmm..." Merlin had a complicated expression, he really didn't want to be too aggressive with a low-ranking trash, but the other party didn't want to let him go.

"My uncle is Jushi Johnson, a low-level warrior, a gold-medal mercenary, and he can do everything from debt collectors to clearing clogged toilets. He can help others take care of their wives if he has nothing to do." The gold-medal thug showed himself His muscles were flaunting their might, as if they wanted Merlin to back down.

"Oh, I don't know what's going on, but you mean to have a fight?" Merlin stood with his hands behind his back and ticked the gold medal with one hand, very provocative

"Come on, let me give you a hand."

"My time is precious."

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Chapter 15:

The gold medalist looked down at Merlin, very dissatisfied with his very arrogant attitude, the veins on his forehead twitched.

Usually, when seeing his stalwart body and the domineering coercion of the lower ranks, the little wretch would retreat in fright, or obediently pay for the meal.

But the Merlin in front of him was very special, he seemed to have no sense of the deterrence of his own force.

This made the gold medal fighter very angry. These days, the villagers who don't even have a trace of magical fighting spirit dare to yell at themselves! ?It just doesn't make sense.

"Boy, you are not mean! Give me a hand, know the name of my uncle Dashi Johnson, and dare to say such big words, admire~admiration~"

The owner of the restaurant felt that Merlin really had no eyesight. How could a scavenger with no strength fight against low-level warriors?Wouldn't it be over if you pay the bill obediently?In case of broken arms and legs, it's not worth it.

"Hurry up, get out of the way if you don't do it, don't block the way." Merlin said helplessly, he didn't feel much about the provocation of the little miscellaneous fish, he just wanted to end it quickly so that he could apply for that new job.

"You arrogant brat! Today I will let you taste the iron fist that my uncle is so proud of!"

The gold-medal thug attacked brazenly, punching the emaciated Merlin with fists like sandbags, surrounded by traces of vindictiveness, and the sound of piercing the air was heard.

He didn't show mercy, trying to make Merlin, a country bumpkin who didn't know where he came from, give in. He was afraid of his own strength, so he showed his strength without reservation with one punch.

Merlin looked at the punch with a blank face. To be honest, it was bigger than his head, but it didn't have the slightest threat, nor could it arouse his interest.

So Merlin used one hand to easily hold the gold medal fighter's fist, and said lightly, "You have a good momentum, out of 100, I'll give you a 6..."

"What!?" The gold medal fighter's face was full of surprise, he hit with all his strength, but was easily blocked, obviously without any power fluctuations, why was he able to take his moves with ease?Hell, who the hell is this scruffy swordsman?Could it be an intermediate martial artist?It's amazing, what are the middle-level warriors doing in this small village?They are the best guards for nobles to fight for!

"The punch just now was just enough to feed you? It's not good..." Merlin tilted his mouth and turned on the taunting mode.

"Johnson, what are you doing?! Don't you want commission? Hurry up and subdue this bastard who eats a king's meal!" The restaurant owner couldn't stand it anymore, so he urged him as an employer.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the way. The restaurant owner can't see the disparity in strength. He only feels that the gold medalist is deliberately letting go. The opponent is just an ordinary person who doesn't know how to fight magic.

The gold medalist was sweating profusely, and asked tentatively, "May I ask your honorable name?"

"It's just a nobody." Merlin waved his hand, unwilling to say his name.

Really just nobody?

Doubts arose in the gold medalist's heart. Maybe there are many people with lower levels of strength, but the higher they go, the more they look like a pyramid.

The status of mid-level power is comparable to that of minor nobles, and the status of high-level power is close to that of great nobles. The legendary holy rank seems to have posed a certain degree of threat to the royal power.

Merlin can block his own punch so easily, so how can you say that you need intermediate strength?

Since it is an intermediate strength, how could it be an unknown person?

The gold medal fighter's head, which was not very bright, grew bigger in an instant. He couldn't figure out how Mei Lin could block his attack even though he had no power fluctuations.

Could it be a one-time magic item that neutralizes attacks, something like a double puppet?

The gold medalist looked at Merlin's face like a liar, and he became more and more sure that he was cheated.