Chapter 17

The gold medalist lost consciousness when he was hit, fainted, his body escaped gravity, flew upwards, and finally broke the ceiling and hung on it.

Merlin clapped his hands, sighed, thinking that he has taken care of a trouble, now he can leave with peace of mind?

But his eyes suddenly caught the money bag on the waist of the gold medalist, and his heart moved.

Since you are doing it with me, it is the enemy, and I will make it difficult for me to accept the money~

Merlin yanked off the gold medalist's purse, and looked at the two gold and several silver coins, and several copper coins.

"Tsk! Poor ghost..."

Merlin curled her lips, cheeky, she was scared, and even embarrassed to scold someone poor?!

He took out two gold coins, glanced at the restaurant owner, and suddenly scared the owner out of his mind.

Merlin looked at the money bag he had just grabbed, and couldn't help but hesitate.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! The hero is forgiving, and we have to make sense in a harmonious society..."

"I didn't have the quirk of killing innocent people." Merlin tilted his mouth and threw two gold coins to the counter reluctantly, "I will pay for the meal, and I am not allowed to offer me a reward~"

The restaurant owner looked at the back of Merlin leaving, then looked at the two dazzling gold coins on the counter, and couldn't help but ask.

"Wait... wait a minute! Your Excellency is the legendary..."

"Huh! Is it still recognized? She is so handsome that she can't be low-key anywhere..." Merlin stopped and shook her blond hair at the door, showing that Rejoice is so confident, "Yes, I It is the legendary first hall great demon..."

"Scottish food and drink, little white face!"

Merlin staggered, almost staggering on the ground, with incredible writing on his face.

He wanted to say that he was a well-known devil, but the restaurant owner took the nickname he didn't want to mention first.

Nima, why is the title of my little white face louder than the prestige of the devil?This is not scientific!

"You are the man in the legend who frequently cuckolded the noble lords in Scotland, wandering among the tens of thousands of flowers, no girl can control the wild horse!" The restaurant owner knew Merlin's old man quite clearly, "You this The guy finally couldn't hang around in Scotland, did he come to harm Wales!?"

Although Merlin knew that his reputation was not very good, everyone in Scotland was worried that his wife had a leg with him, and even formed a green hat resistance army, but it was still very shameful to be told about this kind of thing.

Merlin was annoyed that he didn't do anything, but simply chatting would be treated as a little white face. This is terrible!

By the way, Merlin's reputation in the women's pile is pretty good, and he is affectionately called "a close female friend in the middle of the night"

But Merlin didn't know this embarrassing name. If she knew it, she might not help but die of shame. She was just comforting the young lady, not a male publicist who enjoyed the pleasure of ladies!

Merlin's face was ugly, his head was full of black lines, he put his hand on the magic sword, and said coldly

"Shut up, fucking father."

"Dare to say one more thing, I can't help but draw a knife."

"My uncle is a lonely, arrogant, fierce, and incomparable wandering great swordsman!"

"It's not a mean, incompetent, lascivious, gangster and so-so little white face!"