Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 9 The Poorest Time Traveler in History

Coulson also sighed as he left the director's office.

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

Even if you are poor, you are still stingy.

After coming into contact with the mystery of elemental magic, Phil Coulson opened his heart and talked eagerly with Kaus, and learned a lot of unheard of mysterious knowledge.

At the same time, he also ate happily.

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

Until he felt the urge to pee.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mulgore Hotel doesn't have a toilet!" Kausi explained without any shame, "You know, my hotel has never had much business. It's all because of the good intentions of those gangsters and thieves."

Giving away some change can ensure that I don't starve to death on the streets of Hell's Kitchen. So renovating the toilet or something...has not been included in the plan yet!"

Listen, is this human talk?

After all, our Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau is officially a serious government agency. It has not pursued you for killing people and touching corpses because it is considered that you still have a certain value.

The roasted bird is delicious and free.

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.

After searching around, he couldn't find a public toilet, so Colson could only sneak out of the back door carefully, using a big tree as a cover, and settled it comfortably in the corner of the hotel's exterior wall late at night when no one was paying attention.

Bubble.

Huh? Is there something different mixed in?

Well, none of this is important. The important thing is that when passing by the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain of a shopping mall, he suddenly hesitated uncharacteristically.

Small watches with big gold chains? They don’t exist. They are all fakes not worth a few cents.

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

From the wall curtain, he saw his own reflection.

In fact, he most wanted to buy a doll. The dark basement was comparable to the coldest prison. But as a time-traveler who has basically passed the novice stage, it was very embarrassing not to be able to hug the harem. Buying a doll? It was like time-traveling.

What a shame! He will probably be laughed to death by his comrades who have become masters of the plane.

Therefore, regardless of the fact that Kaousi has dealt with more than a dozen gangsters who came to extort money, as well as many bad thieves and gangsters who were accustomed to buying for zero dollars, in fact, these people are basically poor rookies.

, I only have a few coins or a few dimes on me at most.

There's nothing wrong with her slightly messy blond hair, delicate facial features, and slender figure.

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

Don’t even look at how green the grass is in Mulgore!

In fact, if Cauvus had not learned how to prepare food and drinks with his hands, he would probably have eaten all the inventory on the counter and in the basement, and then lie helpless and starved to death in the Mulgore Inn.

"I want to drink Coke, I want to eat watermelon, I want to buy a game console... a computer will do too."

As for those high elemental elves - who would have any strange thoughts about a lump of lightning or flame polymer?

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

Thinking of the scene he saw under the tree, and thinking of the guest room with nothing but walls and a small wooden bed, Colson could only sigh, and all the bones in his body were aching.

After closing the door, Cowus headed to the mall happily, looking around at the "Fogway Underground Boxing Club" sign hanging grandly on the door, the towering Fix Building and the low and simple building next to it.

Residential houses contrast with each other, the Mariana Trench and the elastic long white legs, old cars that are so dilapidated that even the doors are tied with ropes and noisy supercars compete for lanes on a narrow road... and so on.

Confused, Coulson turned on the light of his mobile phone and saw various spiral or strip-shaped objects of varying heights and sizes surrounding the big tree.

Of course the quality is no problem!

"Well……"

This set of clothes has not been worn out even during the more than a month I have lived in this plane, or the countless years I have spent in the basement, even in the world of elements.

So he took the room fee and the generous tip paid by Colson, his fingers trembling with excitement. He even wanted to kiss Colson's very kind old face twice.

You actually, in front of two serious agents, confidently took out these shady things and regarded them as your achievements and achievements? And you used them as a valid reason for not having a toilet!

But Kausi took it for granted.

"So I can guarantee that that tree will grow the most lushly next year!" After the euphemistic suggestion, the instigator, the innkeeper Kaus, replied shamelessly.

Do you know that the human residents of Stormwind City have to run to Westfall if they want to go to the toilet? It is said that some people even go to Wintergrasp...

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

"Ah - so cool!"

But he still wears the light green shirt he brought from "that world", his gray trousers that look like they haven't been washed for eight hundred years, and a pair of large suede leather shoes that look more like cow hooves than shoes.

This is the biggest profit he has made since he came to this world.

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

The real underworld bosses will only wander around the negotiation table and high-end cocktail parties like the upper class; most middle-level leaders with some strength need to be responsible for internal management and division of power; the most capable and smartest gang elites are busy dealing with the most difficult gangs.

A tough opponent and the most profitable business.

——But for two such rooms, he paid a total of one hundred and fifty dollars.

But now Kausi is holding the banknotes happily and falling into yearning.

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

The undead are half-dead, so it's natural that they don't have toilets; the night elves grew up drinking dew, so it's understandable that they were dragged into the moonwell; the smelly goblins run around in the caves, and it doesn't matter whether they need a toilet or not.

"It's better to endure it a little longer."

"No matter how stingy Lu Dan is, he won't even refuse to pay Coulson's tuition!"

After making a good excuse, Kaus turned around and walked into the nearby... tobacco shop.

When I opened the backend, I suddenly found that it was in contract status. I added an extra update to canvass for votes. Dear fellow WOWers, I am polite to you.

(End of chapter)