Chapter 21

Of course there is no money to pay the bill, just a small matter.

If Merlin were to rely on force, even if the powerhouses of Great Britain blocked him, he would not be able to stop him at all.

But the problem is that relying on force to eat Bawang’s meal is too obscene, not technical, and very embarrassing.

Although Merlin was poor, he wouldn't be shameless. He still needed dignity, so he didn't want to do shameful things.

what?You said he wouldn't be ashamed of putting green hats on others?

Please be more professional, that is called comforting women, it is the bounden duty of male succubus.

Not only is it not ashamed, it is still a very noble thing in the Mozu, just like a gentleman taking the initiative to court women.

Meilin racked his brains and was thinking about how to get there, but he heard some uncles eating lamb shanks next to him, chatting all right.

"I heard that Martha's tavern recently hired male waiters?"

"Really, it really is the husband who is serving as a soldier outside, can't bear to be lonely at home?"

"The bachelors in the village seem to be excited, but all the guys who applied for the job were rejected."

"Hey, she was a pretty woman, but she wanted to set up an archway."

"By the way, Martha's ass is pretty upturned, so it's definitely cool to grab a hand."

"That's for sure! It's a pity that Martha gave birth to a son. If the daughter is sure that the door frame of the house has been trampled on."

...

"Martha's tavern?"

Merlin frowned, eliminated a series of trivial information, and kept only the information "Tavern Recruitment Male Waiter". The result was very clear.

I have a new job~!

The two uncles’ trivial chat content pointed out a piece of Mingli to Merlin. There is only one goal in front of him, that is, he needs this job now, and he must get it. Otherwise, it’s not a way to have a clean face. bad.

Merlin smiled unconsciously on her face, feeling that her current predicament has finally settled, it is best to cover food, housing and salary, which is simply beautiful!

Merlin, the three-no personnel, can only do this kind of odd jobs. Those white-collar workers who sit in the bank of the Chamber of Commerce will not hire people like him, but prefer people with higher education.

"This one, have you finished eating?" The restaurant owner couldn't help asking, he couldn't wait to collect the money!

"No, no, I haven't finished eating yet, don't rush me, are you bombarding guests like this?" Mei Lin replied boldly, picking up the chicken bones on the table and putting them in his mouth to whisper.

"You continue." The restaurant owner said without a smile, thinking that after a while Merlin has no money to pay, let's have a good chat.

Merlin scratched his head. It was hard to have no money. He waited for the boss to go to the bathroom and sneaked away.

But it's been more than two hours. The boss doesn't seem to have any urination, and the bladder is not so big.

This made Merlin anxious, so she wanted to apply for the job as soon as possible.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the fifty-seventh race of the Royal Racecourse is officially opened! Gamblers who have not bought a number, there are still three minutes to prepare, please choose your favorite horse as soon as possible."

A soft female voice sounded, attracting Merlin's attention.

It was a magic projector operated by the Warcraft crystal core, and it was broadcasting the live broadcast of the Great Britain Racecourse. To put it bluntly, it was gambling with horses. If you are lucky, you can get rich overnight.

Merlin knew about the game of horse betting a long time ago, and felt very cordial, but he didn't expect it to be in another world.

This year, he owed huge debts, and it was impossible to repay it. So, like many people who are at the end of the road, he chose to gamble and use horse betting to dream of getting rich overnight and become a winner in life.

Merlin is not only a bad-tempered gambler, who likes to express conspiracy theories on racecourses, but also has a damn foul hand. He has never won a copper coin so far, and has a bad habit. He likes to put all his money on it and throw all his bets. play.

He doesn't feel that he is reckless, but he calls it a gambling aura, and he must have the determination to make a desperate move to make a lot of money!

Therefore, this bad problem caused Merlin to become poorer and poorer, and finally got a little salary, which was thrown at the racetrack.

Merlin was a little excited, feeling that he was at the end of the day, but was favored by Goddess of Luck.

Maybe you can turn over by betting on horses and salted fish, pay off your debts, and become a millionaire in a slum. It's damn exciting to think about it!

Merlin reached into his underwear, took a long time, and took out the horse betting ticket. It was the 57th horse betting bet.

Because of his tattered clothes and no pockets, Merlin put the horse betting roll in his underwear, which is safer. For gamblers, the horse betting roll is more important than life.

"number 6……"

Merlin murmured to herself, her hand trembling slightly, her heart very excited

Damn Nima!

Feng Shui turns, is it Lao Tzu's turn?

I always feel that my left eyelid keeps twitching today. Could it be a sign that I am going to win the first prize?

No. 6, Old Piff, you have to give me some strength!

It's up to you to see if I can turn over.

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Chapter 12:

Merlin pinned her wish to turn over from the salted fish on this horse betting roll, hoping that she could rely on "unmatched" luck to complete the anti-kill in life.

He feels that he can win today. Various signs indicate that he is extraordinary. His left eyelid jumps wildly, the number 6 is auspicious, and he has good luck riding his face. Tell me how to lose?!

The origin of this horse betting roll is also extraordinary. Gentlemen in Great Britain have a habit of throwing change on the ground deliberately in the park. Then the poor who need it can pick up a few more copper coins and buy bread.

But Merlin was quite different. He spent one night scouring the park where homeless people gathered, and found more than one hundred copper coins, equivalent to one silver coin, and bought all the horse betting rolls of the Royal Racecourse.

Merlin is a standard gambler. He would rather starve to death than bet on horses. The idea in his mind is

Although the odds are slim, it is the only chance for me to change my life. As long as it is not 0%, there is a gamble value!

emmmm, all gamblers have this idea, and basically the pants are entered at the end.

The magic projector broadcasted the situation of the racecourse. A full 24 horses were locked up in a cage, ready to attack quickly. Many hot young ladies danced on it, and life was full of excitement.

Merlin clung to the horse betting roll, looked at the No. 6 brown horse, and prayed in his heart, ** Dad, give the No. 6 iron!Don't worry!

"This guest, can you pay the money first?" The restaurant owner was still worried that Merlin would not pay the bill. He was undoubtedly a gambler.

"What's the rush?" Merlin felt that he was already a millionaire, and she was shaking when she spoke. He shook the horse betting scroll in his hand and said, "I am a millionaire, tell me Be polite, don’t talk about the money for the meal, when I win the prize, this restaurant is mine."

"You... continue." The restaurant owner chuckled, his moustache trembling, thinking that the gamblers all over the world are like bears, and wanting to stand up and sing.

The two wretched uncles next to the beer seemed to be betting on horses, so they started chatting.

"No. 4 is very stable this time."

"No, the number 8 is better, with a high hit rate."

"Fuck your mother's shit! Obviously No. 6 is the best!" Merlin was unhappy, and swearing at him, she was really a grumpy gambler.

"No, on the 6th, I have always had stomach troubles in the last few games, and it slowed down halfway through." The white-faced uncle grinned.

"It seems to be true, just like eating a croton, the back of the ass is like a small rocket, puff puff..." The red-faced uncle's mouth was full of grin.

"Fuck your mother's banana peel! On the 6th today, I absolutely take drugs and regain my power in the arena. If I don't win the first prize, I will live the fucking shit!" Merlin suddenly raised the flag flag on his head, trying to prove it. "If you don't do it, you won't die" curse.

The two uncles drank beer, shook their heads and laughed without saying a word, and waited for Meilin's live broadcast.

The live betting race is about to start, and the straight track is cleared.

"The fifty-seventh game of the Royal Racecourse is about to begin. This game is exclusively sponsored by the London Holmes Detective Agency!" The hostess yelled vigorously.

Go away, gay guys, get started!

Merlin retired anxiously, as anxious as a student receiving a report card, waiting before the game is the most terrible, for every gambler, it is like a year.

"Game start!!"

With the sound of a musket "bang", the stable door was opened.

Twenty-four fierce horses neighed and galloped on the straight track.

Our hero Merlin

Can the salted fish stand up with the help of a gamble?

Chapter 13:

The live broadcast of the game was extremely intense.

Twenty-four horses rushed madly and restlessly.

The narrator explained passionately, with a very persistent tongue, with a London accent

"Look! Now walking towards the judges seat with agile pace is the No. 6 steed of the Midland Plains! It is full of energy and vigorous and ready to go like an eagle. This is a brave and energetic steed that will With perseverance and never-say-failure spirit, we will work hard on the Royal Racecourse, march forward bravely, and strive for success!"

Go away!Damn your mother!Give me a good explanation, what the hell is the opening speech of the Games suddenly!?

Mei Lin gritted his teeth angrily, bounced with blue veins on his forehead, and began to bang the table violently.

"Fuck him on No. 6! Learn to kick No. 4's ass with a violent motorcycle! Roll it to the ground with one hoof!"