They all call me Great Master-Chapter 589 - 586

Time had only passed by a few hours, and some ’after-the-fact’ tabloids had already started to issue special editions, all of which reported on last night’s ’fireworks’ and the ’Spirit Medium’ battling the ’Winter Monster’.

And there was a drunk who appeared in the tavern—

"I’m telling you, I saw with my own eyes Lord Kledos, the ’Spirit Medium’, giving his blessings last night!

The monster was invisible at first, but as the fireworks shot up one by one, the monster began to appear!

And the strings of firecrackers bursting one after another even made the monster flee in panic!"

A drunk sat there talking loudly.

In South Los’s ’Cold Winter Festival’, all industries had a long holiday break.

Except for the taverns.

Taverns were the only places that didn’t close, and they were the only places that would be packed, especially the small taverns within residential areas, which were overcrowded.

No matter if it was the working-class or middle-class districts, everyone would take this rare opportunity to give themselves a break.

The New Year was just around the corner, couldn’t they treat themselves to a drink?

Even the stingiest people would spend around 3 Zeroes on the cheapest mug of ale, sitting there and soaking up the holiday spirit.

But this noisy fellow was clearly not one of them.

This fellow, reeking of alcohol, had obviously had too much to drink the night before.

As a result, no one believed his words; instead, there was a burst of laughter.

During the festive season, everyone treated it as a joke.

Meanwhile, the tavern’s Servant came over—festivities were festivities, but when it was time to pay, it was time to pay; he didn’t want to have his wages deducted on a holiday by the boss.

Just like smiles don’t disappear into thin air, but are merely transferred.

The money owed by those who fled without paying wouldn’t vanish into thin air either; it would only be transferred to the Servant.

"What are you looking at?

Do you think I don’t have money?

I’m telling you, I have money! I have lots of money!"

The drunk began to make a scene.

The people around immediately looked on with amusement.

Because, according to their experience, most of those who shouted like this were out of money.

The Servant’s brows furrowed even more.

The drunk had only been drinking the cheapest ale, but he had already had two mugs!

Two mugs meant 6 Zeroes!

Damn, there were too many people, too busy!

He completely forgot to ask for payment after the guy finished the first mug, even allowing him to get a second one!

In his mind, the Servant lamented that his wage inexplicably decreased by 6 Zeroes.

Therefore, his actions became less polite.

As for staying on to work off the debt?

That’s a joke.

Anyone who dares to keep such a drunk to work off the debt is a saint, it’s like going in to provide for their retirement!

Not only would the individual not do any work, but they would drink more!

Anyway, I’m already working off debt; there’s no drink I wouldn’t dare to touch, just extend the term of my indentured service!

As for finding the person’s family?

That’s a joke too.

What would the family of someone who’s soaked themselves in alcohol look like?

The Servant didn’t know before, but after working for a year, the Servant was thoroughly frightened—

How could he drink so much, he has poor health, you are responsible!

Ah! How did his leg break? Was it you who broke it, you are responsible!

How come he’s still not sober, did you sell fake alcohol, you are responsible!

Bite back!

Just be shameless!

Anyway, you can leave the person, but you must leave the money!

And as a Servant of a small tavern, there really was no way to deal with it.

Take action?

The other party would love for you to take action.

If you do, just wait to go bankrupt.

Once someone lies down, their life soars—got it?

Of course, these people wouldn’t dare to make trouble in taverns with powerful backings; they only dared to bully honest business folk like them.

Really dare to make trouble in those powerful taverns?

Once someone lies down there, just wait to be cremated, early takeoff, since the ashes get scattered anyway.

And before death, anything valuable must be thoroughly scavenged.

Including but not limited to flesh, organs, bones, and so on.

Some small taverns’ smell of alcohol couldn’t suppress that rich Scent of Blood.

Unfortunately, their little tavern was not like that.

The waiter sighed in his heart, even as he tugged on the other person—

"Sir, please do not disrupt our business."

"The last two drinks are on me."

"Now, please leave!"

It pained the waiter, but he could afford the 6 Zeroes.

Moreover, parting with 6 Zeroes was still better than getting entangled with the drunkard.

More importantly, a typical drunk would usually opt to leave ’gracefully’ at such a juncture.

Next?

They’d simply try their luck at another tavern.

However, today’s situation was a bit special.

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No sooner had the drunk raised his hand than he flung the tavern waiter to the ground.

Yet the tavern waiter did not get angry.

Because—

Gold notes!

A 10-denomination gold note was just slapped onto his face.

Everyone saw the scene unfold.

Upon seeing that large-denomination gold note, everyone’s eyes bulged.

It was clear that the drunkard hardly seemed like someone who could possess a 10 gold note, neither by the way he was dressed nor by his stained face, especially the dirt caked in his fingernails.

Such a person was nothing but a vagabond.

How could he possibly have money?

Where did this money come from?

Could it have been stolen?

Quite a few patrons started to get ideas at the sight of the 10 gold note.

But the next moment, they all sighed.

For they saw the drunkard bellow loudly.

"I have money!

This was given to me by the ’Spirit Medium’ himself!

He told me not to talk about last night’s affair—I didn’t speak of it; I’m just using it to buy everyone a drink!"

The ruckus made by the drunkard once again filled the surroundings with merriment.

"Right, you didn’t speak of it!"

"Indeed!"

"We don’t know a thing!"

Everyone responded with laughter.

Then, the tavern waiter quickly pocketed the 10 gold note.

Without giving the drunkard a chance to react, he started to serve up drinks.

Not any pricey liquor, just the cheapest barley beer.

After all, the drunkard wouldn’t know the difference.

In truth, that was the case.

Initially, the drunkard showed a hint of regret, but once he saw the alcohol, he tossed caution to the wind and drank glass after glass, babbling on about South Los’s ’Spirit Medium’ battling the ’Winter Monster’.

Previously, people did not believe it.

Now?

People were skeptical yet somewhat convinced.

Convinced, because the 10 gold note was real.

Disbelieving, because they did not believe in monsters.

It was probably just some misunderstanding, right?

Or maybe they just felt sorry for the fellow?

Many thought so.

But there were others, hidden amongst the common folk, who harbored no doubts at all.

And then, they were disseminating the news in their own way.

The drunkard saw this.

He then pursed his lips in a smile.

After that, he just fell asleep.

His mission was complete.

What followed?

That was for the others to deal with.

Urs had everything planned out well in advance; there was no need for him to worry.

In fact, that was exactly the case.

Under the stealthy direction of the Head Hunter Urs, operating on behalf of Marinda, and closely coordinated by the Rat Street agent Wiggins, a title began to grow familiar among people—

The Winter Guardian!