Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

"No matter how disparate the fates of people seem to be, there is still some compensation that makes good fortune and misfortune equal to each other." - [France] La Rochefoucauld

Fortunately for this novice who has just traveled through time, as long as he learns the content in the book and successfully completes the after-school exercises, it won't take "long" to truly display the various elemental skills, soul spells and totems. Unfortunately, according to the judgment of Mr. Cauius Braddorf, a scumbag of a nine-leaf fish, it will take him at least half a year to master the simplest elemental spell "Lightning Arrow".

"Fuck grandma!" After fighting with the mysterious electromagnetic mechanics for half an hour, Kaus finally turned his back and threw the book containing the lightning bolt far away.

"Huh?" Under the firelight, he saw something strange under the book.

Finally, there is no end to the road, and after all the hardships, Kausu finally discovered the broken wooden box buried in the basement with only a lid exposed. When he opened the lid, it was filled with various sundries and equipment.

Xiaobao's ribbon, 22-pound catfish, lucky rabbit's foot, snowball, dried banana...

Taking away one batch and refreshing another batch, it seems that the supply is inexhaustible.

Kausu was a little confused at first, but he quickly came to his senses.

This is the sundries and equipment sold by the great lords in all hotels, grocery stores, material merchants, butcher shops, beverage merchants... in the 24 hours before the server was shut down. And this broken wooden box, in an incomprehensible and wonderful way, got the sold things into its own space.

Naturally, there were countless pieces of scrap metal, and the entire basement was filled with all kinds of messy items. They even found a hand of Ragnaros the Firelord that had been sold by an unknown uncle.

The hand of Sulfuras, the Firelord Ragnaros, is a unique artifact of the Enhancement Shaman in the 1960s. Legend has it that Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, was summoned by the Dark Iron Dwarves, and all the places he set foot turned into a sea of ​​fire. Redridge The mountains were destroyed, forming Blackrock Mountain and the Molten Core. And this orange hammer is his weapon.

"Where did this prodigal son come from..." Kausi was ecstatic at first, and then suddenly fell silent.

Needless to say, the lord clearly emptied his box and inventory, waving goodbye to his long fighting career.

——And I can’t afford it myself.

"Okay then!" Kausu straightened his wrinkled shirt and said to himself, "With these things, I think I can survive here even if I don't learn those shamanic skills! Make money, get rich, and get married. Wife, maybe we can open a harem or something..."

Moreover, Cauvus has just discovered that he is not completely incapable of any skills. At least the Tauren's natural ability has not disappeared due to time travel!

In the past world, the tauren had three outstanding passive talents and one active talent. Whether it was "durability" or "natural resistance", they ensured that Cauus was more resistant to beatings than most people, and " The passive talent "Cultivation" complements a certain farming civilization that has lasted for five thousand years.

Finally seeing the first glimmer of light after traveling through time, Kaus felt inexplicably inspired again.

He looked at the mess he had thrown away and picked out a piece of "miscellaneous stew".

How powerful is the power of millions of lords? In just a short while, he had already dug out a lot of high-end materials and classic equipment, and he could sell them at a good price with a little trickery. Of course, he deliberately ignored the fact that most of these things were not things he could afford now.

Kaus took a vicious bite of the cold stew, and then choked until his eyes turned white.

After eating and drinking enough, he clapped his hands with satisfaction, picked up the chair and torch, and prepared to leave the basement.

Turning his gaze, Kausu suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon.

After staying in the basement for at least two hours, the chair still showed no signs of burning out.

No, that's not right! It’s not that “it’s not burned out”, it’s just how it was when you came in and how it is now…

After staring at the torch for a long time, a guess that was very consistent with the concept of Goldfinger slowly emerged in his mind - in this basement, time was slowed down or locked!

But it is a pity that there is no such thing as a "clock" whether in the basement or in the hotel lobby. As for mobile phones... they are definitely not luxuries that Kaous can afford now.

"After making money, I must buy a clock in every room!"

Causs clenched his fist and set a medium-sized FLAG for himself.

He thought for a while and carefully placed the chair torch on the open space in the basement to ensure that it would not burn nearby debris or books. He planned to come back later to check on the situation.

Walking up the wooden stairs to the hall, it was dark outside, and it seemed to be no different from before.

The store was empty, with not a single customer, except for the bonfire burning brightly in front of the hall.

He walked to the counter, tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly clapped his hands.

"No wonder the house feels so cold to me all the time."

"These big holes in the walls are really too much to look at..."

He returned to the basement again, sifted through the debris, dug out a few pieces of light leather, and then found a copper ingot - the light leather could be used to block the wind, and the heavy copper ingot was used as a hammer.

There are no nails and there is no problem. A set of "strong sharp teeth" pulled out from the mouth of some unlucky guy can completely meet the needs!

After tinkling for a while, Kaus took a few steps back with satisfaction, admiring his results.

"That's good!"

As soon as he turned around, he heard a flirty voice: "Hey, it seems like this place is open for business?"

The ajar door of the hotel was kicked open, and several young people dressed in colorful clothes filed in.

"Are you the boss here?" The leader, a yellow-haired white man in a floral shirt and jeans, asked carelessly with his nostrils turned upward.

"Gentlemen, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

Kausu doesn't like this kind of gangster style of young people, but he won't push the business outside.

"Mogore Hotel? I remember it was closed for a long time..." A shiny black bald man smiled, and suddenly his face turned gloomy, "Who allowed you to open the business? Did you get permission?"

"Hey, don't scare him!" Another curly-haired man pretended to be bald and said to Kausi in a friendly manner, "We are from the Vicious Dog Gang, and we are covering the entire seventh block. So... "

"So with just a few US dollars, I can continue to open a store here? And I will get your protection?" Kausu just stared for a moment, and immediately broke into the kindest smile.

"Aha! The new owner of Mulgore Hotel is really a sensible brother!" The curly-haired man's eyes widened. He spread his hands, made a victory sign to his companions behind him, and then turned back.

"Five hundred dollars a month!"

Kausi's eyes wandered back and forth over the several young people, and he nodded.

"Five people, five hundred yuan! The price is very reasonable——"

Unexpectedly, his collection of protection money went so smoothly this time, and several people had happy smiles on their faces.

"But!" Kausu slowly passed them and closed the door.

The few gangsters were still laughing, but they didn't notice that the smile on the hotel owner's face suddenly disappeared, and his voice became cold and solemn.

"...You guys are blocking my way!"

He stomped his right foot violently, and an invisible ripple expanded rapidly. The five gangsters who were enveloped in the ripple were immediately dizzy and unable to move for five seconds.

Tauren's natural skill——[War Trample]!