Chapter 129: The Wretched Old Bartender
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
The Old Bartender had been drinking in the bar for many days.
Originally, he diligently carried out his duties as a butler, regularly cleaning the house. But after a long time, he couldn't hold back; the alcohol craving came over him, and he would often rush to the bar. These days, he even simply lived at the bar.
He didn't have to worry about safety issues; secretly, there were Agents watching him. This was a form of subtle protection, and although this method made the insecure Old Bartender feel terrible, he got used to it after a long time.
The old fellow drunkenly returned home—Tony's old house, of course—and then dumbfoundedly discovered the house was locked. The Old Bartender immediately had a bad premonition; chances were, Tony had returned.
The wretched Old Bartender spent a long time, using up the last bit of money he had and nearly ending up homeless on the streets, before finally finding the location. The news of Tony investing heavily to buy a large tract of prime land had been making waves recently.
Many sociologists and public figures were eagerly appearing on various entertainment programs, all making fun of the matter.
"What's the hottest thing right now, you ask? Going out on the street with a weapon to kill Lizards?"
"No, no, it's learning from Tony and throwing money around to acquire land."
The Old Bartender was furious; no one had informed him that Tony had moved. When he found Tony, Tony looked at him with a surprised expression.
"I thought you'd already run off. So you're still in New York?" Tony raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise on his face. He had no doubt that the unscrupulous old fellow, the Old Bartender, was capable of taking the money and running.
Tony's words were mostly teasing. After all, they had been teammates through life and death. He wasn't short on money, nor was he petty. If the Old Bartender really did take the money and run, he wouldn't say anything—because when the money ran out, the Old Bartender would surely come running back, and then it would just be a matter of giving him a good kicking.
The Old Bartender looked disheveled, tightly clutching a ten-dollar bill a passerby had given him, trembling slightly. He looked at the luxurious new home, his nose stung, and tears almost fell. Damn it, he swore he'd never hang out in bars again; it wasted too much time and almost made him go from a stable life to living on the streets!
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back in advance?!" The Old Bartender gulped down all the tea on the table in one breath, then chewed on the tea leaves as if savoring them. Although he preferred alcohol, tea was good too.
"Tell you? I come back when I want to. But you, you're my butler. Is this how you do your job? Abandoning the house to run off to a bar? If I weren't in a good mood, I would have kicked you to death by now." Tony spoke with righteous indignation.
His achievements these past few days had been remarkable. He had successfully mastered the method of creating Regenerative Metal and could now, for the first time, avoid using Dionysium, directly utilizing the Allspark as the core to attach special particles.
The Triple Helix Structure was too bizarre. Now that he understood the relevant knowledge, there was naturally no need to keep struggling with the Resurrection Spring Water. Last time, he had the Sorcerer Supreme's protection; could he still rely on the Sorcerer Supreme next time? If there was a next time, the Sorcerer Supreme would probably preemptively slap Tony to death, after all, he was the Guardian of Earth, not Tony's Guardian.
Amidst the commotion, Amanda on the second floor finally awakened from her coma. After an initial moment of confusion, her opened eyes instantly became sharp. She swiftly sat up, instinctively reaching for the weapons on her person, but only felt empty air.
The window was slightly ajar, and the curtains, which blocked the sunlight, gently fluttered in the breeze. A trace of warm sunlight passed through the glass, leaving its warmth in the fragrant room. Outside the window, occasional birds flew past, emitting crisp chirps, lightly perching on the telephone pole.
Amanda felt a bit dazed, her brain still foggy. The sudden feeling of despair from before left her with lingering fear.
"What exactly... happened to me?" Amanda looked around confusedly with her beautiful eyes. On the small sofa by the bed, all her equipment was neatly placed. Frowning slightly, Amanda, maintaining her killer's instincts, immediately put her weapons back on herself.
Conversations drifted up from downstairs. One voice was her boss, Tony; the other voice was unfamiliar, likely an elderly man, the Old Bartender who had been away from home for a long time.
At this moment, Tony and the Old Bartender were fiercely bickering downstairs, a flurry of curses and sarcastic remarks flying between them.
Like a newly awakened Sleeping Beauty, Amanda slowly walked downstairs. If one observed closely, they would notice that every step she took was incredibly precise, pushed to the limits of human capability.
Amanda was indeed an elite killer of the Court of Owls.
"What the f***?" The Old Bartender heard a sound, looked up, and was instantly stunned.
The cool-faced Amanda found it hard to conceal her natural beauty. Her exquisite features possessed immense charm, and her calm yet slightly confused eyes absorbed all gazes like enchanting black holes. Her tall, curvaceous figure was enough to instantly capture anyone's attention.
"No wonder, no wonder you tossed me aside! So you're keeping a mistress?!" The Old Bartender suddenly raised his voice, dramatically pointing at the beautiful woman descending from the second floor. "You're despicable! I've been with you through thick and thin, and you'd rather mess around with a beauty than watch me wander the streets?!"
Tony rolled his eyes. Heaven and earth bore witness, he truly hadn't done anything... well, although he did consider doing something, and Tony's mouth had gone dry at one point, his brilliant and upright heart wouldn't allow him to take advantage of someone in such a state. Though that fellow Luigi specifically sent Amanda, it wasn't without the intention of a honey trap...
"You're the one who took off my clothes?" Amanda parted her red lips, her eyes fixed on her current boss.
Tony was very serious as he explained, "You had fainted, and your body and spirit suffered terrible injuries. You needed rest, so I just removed the weapons from your outer clothing."
"What the f***? You knocked the young lady unconscious?! You beast!" The Old Bartender shrieked, looking at Tony as if he were seeing him for the first time, like he was looking at a beast.
"It's not what you think... Damn it, shut up! Why should I explain this to you?" Tony roared, his face dark. Then, with a gentle expression, he sincerely said to the calm and unperturbed Amanda, "Believe me, I didn't do anything. I was also affected at that time, you saw it yourself."
Amanda frowned as she recalled, seemingly convinced by her boss's sincerity. She slowly moved her hand away from her knife, naturally walked behind Tony, and stood there silently, fulfilling her duty.
"What exactly happened?" Amanda asked softly.
"I've been studying the Resurrection Spring Water, and I guess the big boss behind the scenes wasn't happy about it and was giving me a warning." Tony picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup of tea, and drank it.
The Old Bartender looked left and right, finally realizing something was wrong. His expression turned solemn as he asked, "What exactly happened these past few days while I was gone?"
At this moment, his expression was very serious, his eyes fixed on Tony. Tony's expression remained unchanged; he merely shook his head slightly.
Having spent some time together, Tony and the Old Bartender could be said to be quite familiar with each other. They had even faced life and death together, so they naturally understood each other's meaning.
The Old Bartender's gaze was asking him if there was a problem with this woman, Amanda. If there was, the Old Bartender would not hesitate to deal with her.
(end of chapter)