Although he said so, Carl felt that the main reason why Midris took over the Afterlife Bar was because she reconnected with the Son of Winter.

After learning that the prosthesis he had made using carbon fiber was installed on her body, Carl became more certain of his guess.

"Okay, let's go back to the base first. Are you used to living here? How is Mr. Moore's research going?"

While caring about the lives of his girlfriend and godsister, Carl asked about the research progress of his master.

When he went out on adventures, Moore's class was already in seclusion. If he couldn't figure out the problem after such a long time, Carl felt that he needed to tear down the laboratory and take a look, lest his master become rotten and no one would notice.

"It's still the same."

Inviting everyone to walk towards the entrance of the underground ruins, Nia shrugged her shoulders with a helpless expression.

"Mr. Moore's research is now in the verification stage. He is trying to use an exhaustive method to verify different performances in various situations. He has conducted many experiments, but I am not sure about the specific results yet."

Following Carl onto the truck, the group drove towards the bastion base in a mighty manner.

Those adventurers who had just arrived in Xen'drik were inevitably curious about this army of constructs, so they followed Carl and the others all the way to the bastion.

When Carl and his companions arrived at their destination, the crowd following them had reached two to three hundred people.

Karl did not disperse them, but allowed them to gather in the square outside the bastion.

The truck drove into the gate of the bastion again. Carl asked V to arrange accommodation for the drow and fire elementals, and then he finally sat on the sofa in the hall after a long absence.

"Woo~"

As his body came into contact with the soft touch of the sofa, Carl let out an unusually comfortable breath.

Although it was just an ordinary sofa, Carl felt like he was sitting on a massage chair.

Hope and Ying were telling Nia about their experiences during this period, while Lisanna sat next to Carl and told him about what she and Nia had seen in Khorvaire.

"Oh, right! Brother Carl! I'm now the chief of the Storm Bay Police Department! This job title seems to be higher than that of my parents!"

Having said this, Lisanna held her little head high, but her eyes were blinking wildly at Carl, as if she was hinting at Carl to praise her.

"Oh! You are Lisanna indeed! You have easily accomplished what your uncle and aunt could not do. I really admire you so much!"

With a flattering tone, Carl praised Lisanna.

But Lisanna didn't mind it at all, instead she smiled even more happily.

Just as everyone was enjoying the joy of reunion, the gate of the bastion was suddenly opened.

Mitris, wearing a cheongsam-style evening gown, walked in from the front door.

Seeing Karl, she adjusted her hair a little awkwardly, then walked over quickly.

"Long time no see, Carl."

When she said this, Mitris saw Nia turned her head away in embarrassment.

After spending a long time together, she immediately realized something, so she stopped and did not move forward.

"It seems that you already know that I am Mitris?"

After a long while, Mitris finally asked this question.

"Well, Nia let it slip before. You don't have to be so nervous. Although you almost got me killed, my hostility towards you is not as strong as you think. What's more, you are now my employee, or my running dog?"

Rubbing his chin, which had stubble due to neglect, Carl secretly said something insulting to Mitris.

Seeing his attitude, Mitris finally felt relieved.

“Oh, as long as you’re happy, but isn’t the title of running dog a bit too intimate?

According to the plot in the fantasy drama, it is very easy for a male boss and a female subordinate who have old grudges to get together.

You won't punish me for personal gain, right? I don't mind this, after all, I've seen your potential before."

With the idea that "as long as I'm not angry, other people's ridicule has no effect on me", Mitris fought back against Carl quite skillfully.

This reminded Carl of the time when he was almost turned into a mutant zombie Hulk by Midris.

"Humph! I didn't expect Khorvaire's fantasy drama to develop so quickly. It has developed such a ridiculous plot? By the way, what game did you ask Lisanna to help you develop? Do we need to play games in the bar? Can't we just roll the dice?"

After confirming that the other person was still as sharp-tongued as when they first met, Carl decisively changed the subject.

Mitris did not dwell on the previous question and instead talked about the current business problems of the Next Life Bar.

“Miss Joanna hopes to get fewer people involved in gambling. Those gamblers are hopeless anyway, but how to stop others from joining has become a problem.

In my opinion, in order to achieve this goal, we must invent a game that is more fun than gambling.

And...and my bar also needs a game that can guarantee customer traffic to save the place!

Gambling and call girls are not allowed, and drinks, fruit plates and other businesses are all outsourced. The turnover of Laisheng Bar is only enough to pay the waiters' salaries!

They make more in tips than I make in profit!"

Carl subconsciously kneaded Hope's thigh, and then asked curiously: "Then why don't you let them pay to work?"

Mitrice: “Ah?”

Pay and go to work.

These two words combined with each other in Mitris's mind, making her feel that her IQ was not enough.

'Who's going to volunteer to pay for work? Did Carl take a chance on his head this time?'

Looking at Carl with a strange look in her eyes, Midris almost said "Are you sick?" on her face.

Realizing that the other party didn't understand, Carl explained with a somewhat sympathetic expression:

"Of course the bar waiters have to look for the brokers or their agents to do the job!

Especially bartenders, let them compete for the job! Those who don’t meet the standards, can’t mix drinks, and have no life in their eyes will all be fired! ”

As Carl explained, there was a little more brilliance in Mitris's eyes, and she felt as if she understood a little bit what Carl meant.

Pulling out a notebook from somewhere, she sat on the small sofa diagonally in front of Karl with a serious look on her face, then pulled it closer to Karl.

"Do you really think that the Next Life Bar is just a venue for brokers and information dealers?

That's for the knowledgeable ones! But most people in the bar don't know who to buy the corresponding information from! At this time, the waiters and bartenders act as a search engine! Why do you think they get so many tips? Because those who come to buy information must be looking for them to introduce information dealers!

Such an important position, and you actually paid them?"

After giving Mitris a look of disappointment, Carl lay back on the sofa, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

And there was a look of sudden enlightenment on Mitris's face, as if she had discovered a new world.

Picking up the notebook, she stood up hurriedly and walked out of the base.

But halfway through, she turned back.

"I'll have to ask you to continue developing the game. Although I'm the proprietress of the Laisheng Bar, you're the one behind me. You don't want to get only a small amount of dividends every year, do you?"

After saying that, Mitris left quickly.

"What do you mean I'm the one behind you? You're saying this... as if everyone knows that I'm the boss of the Laisheng Bar. Why are you so arrogant as a lobby manager?"

Rolling his eyes at Mitris's back, Carl adjusted his sitting position and continued chatting with Lisanna about Khorvaire.

Soon, it was completely dark outside.

Hope and Nia went to prepare dinner together, while Carl began to design weapons and equipment for the drow under his command.

Although the drow from Obsidian City and some of the small tribes he recruited along the way were a bit treacherous, at least they were not as corrupt as the drow of the Rose Cult.

Carl intends to make them part of the Storm Bay Sheriff's Department.

If the guys from Eruden are willing, maybe they can bring together a few couples.

"Most of the rangers in the Underdark are herd herders. We can consider using the insect wands we used before. As for the drow and fire genasi in Obsidian City... should we let them develop into monks of the Sunsoul Sect? I think they are suitable for them."

Because of his deliberate collection, Carl now also knows the training methods of other schools of monks.

The monks seemed very happy about this and regarded it as a form of missionary work.

Opening the dimensional bag, Carl rummaged through it and took out the basic cultivation secrets of the Sun Soul Sect, the Four Symbols Sect and the Star Wo Sect from the dimensional bag.

But at this moment, a rune stone also fell out.

That was created by Carl when he was absent from duty before, using the combination of the Cloud Giant Rune and several other runes. It can generate a phantom man and make it respond to external stimuli.

Looking at it, Carl began to wonder if he could use this feature to create a simple little game.

But the phantom lacks more agile performance, and Carl's research on runes has not yet reached a systematic level.

Carl played with the rune stone for a while, and just when he was about to put it away temporarily, his eyes suddenly stopped on the cover of the "Xingwo Sect" secret book.

"Hiss~, Xing I..."

With his eyes half closed, Carl recalled the "Star Me", something similar to a stand user.

The Star Self Sect believes that the "Star Self" is the embodiment of spirit and soul, and its power is manifested in the form of spirit.

These "stand-ins" with different appearances can attack and defend according to the wishes of their masters, and according to legend, they even have some unique abilities.

"Can I use spirits, giant runes, and the artificer's methods to create a controllable phantom and design a game based on it?"

Rubbing his slightly prickly chin, Carl began to think about the possibility of this matter.

(End of this chapter)