The Unemployed Demon Lord

Of course there is no money to pay the bills, just small things.

If Merlin relied on force, even if all the strong men in Great Britain blocked him, they would not be able to stop him at all.

But the problem is that relying on force to eat the overlord's meal is too low-level, has no technical content, and is very embarrassing.

Although Merlin is poor, he will not be shameless. He still needs dignity and so on, so he is unwilling to do shameful things.

What?You said he is not ashamed to cuckold others?

Please be more professional, that's called comforting women, which is the bounden duty of male succubi.

Not only is it not ashamed, but it is still a very noble thing among the demons, just like a gentleman taking the initiative to show courtesy to women.

Merlin racked his brains and was thinking about how to get away with it, but he heard a few uncles eating lamb legs chatting about nothing

"Have you heard that Martha's tavern has recently hired a male waiter?"

"Really, it really is the husband who is serving as a soldier outside, can't bear the loneliness at home?"

"The bachelors in the village seem to be excited, but all the men who applied for the job were rejected."

"Tch, she's a slutty woman, but she still wants to set up a memorial archway."

"By the way, Martha's butt is quite upturned, it must be cool to grab it."

"That's for sure! It's a pity that Martha gave birth to a son. If it's a daughter, the door frame of the house must be trampled to pieces."

……

"Martha's tavern?"

Merlin frowned, ruled out a series of obscene messages, and kept only the message "the tavern is hiring a male waiter", and the result was very clear.

I have a new job~!

The obscene content of the chat between the two uncles pointed out to Merlin that there was only one goal in front of him, that is, he needs this job now, and he must get it. Oops.

Merlin unconsciously showed a smile on his face. He felt that his current predicament had finally settled down. It would be best if he had food, housing and wages. He was really happy!

Merlin, a three-no man, can only do this kind of odd jobs, and those white-collar workers sitting in the chamber of commerce bank will not hire him, but give priority to people with advanced education.

"Have you finished eating this one?" The restaurant owner couldn't help asking, he couldn't wait to collect the money!

"No, no, I haven't finished eating yet, don't rush me, are you the one who harassed the guests like this?" Merlin responded brazenly, picked up the chicken bones on the table, put them in his mouth and swayed them back and forth.

"Go ahead." The restaurant owner said with a half-smile, thinking that we'll have a good chat after Merlin has no money to pay the bill.

Merlin scratched his head, it was hard to spend without money, he sneaked away while waiting for the boss to go to the bathroom.

But it has been more than two hours, the boss doesn't seem to have any urination, and the bladder is not usually big.

This made Merlin very anxious, he really wanted to apply for the job quickly, and by the way, he wanted to relieve himself when he felt like urinating.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the seven races of the Royal Racecourse are officially open! All gamblers who haven't bought a number, there are still three minutes to prepare. Please choose your favorite horse as soon as possible."

A soft female voice sounded, attracting Merlin's attention.

It was a magic projector operated by the crystal core of a monster, and it was broadcasting the live broadcast of the Great Britain Racecourse. To put it bluntly, it was to use horses to gamble. If you were lucky, you could get rich overnight.

Merlin has known about the game of betting on horses for a long time, and he feels it is very friendly. He did not expect that there is also a game in another world.

During this year, he owed a huge debt, and it was impossible to repay it. Therefore, like many people at the end of the road, he chose to gamble, using horse betting to get rich overnight and become a winner in life.

Not only is Merlin a bad-tempered gambler, he likes to make conspiracy theories about the racecourse, but he also has stinky hands. He hasn't won a copper coin so far, and he also has a bad habit of putting all his money on it and betting on it. Play.

He didn't think he was reckless, but called it the aura of gambling. Only with a desperate determination can he make a lot of money!

So this bad habit caused Merlin to become poorer and poorer. Finally, he got some wages and threw them all at the racetrack.

Merlin was a little excited, feeling that he was at the end of the road today, but Goddess of Luck favored him.

Maybe you can turn around by betting on horses and salted fish, pay off your debts, and become a millionaire in the slums. It's so fucking exciting to think about it!

Merlin reached into his underwear, dug out for a long time, and took out the horse betting roll, which was the seven-race horse betting bet.

Because of his ragged clothes and no pockets, Merlin put the horse betting rolls in his underwear, which was safer. For gamblers, the horse betting rolls were more important than their lives.

"number 6……"

Merlin muttered to himself, the hand holding the horse betting roll trembled slightly, his heart was extremely excited

Damn Nima!

Feng Shui takes turns, is it going to be Lao Tzu's turn?

I always feel that my left eyelid is twitching a lot today, is it a sign that I am about to win the first prize?

No. 6 old man, you have to give some strength!

Whether I can turn salty fish over is entirely up to you...

(??ω??)?

Chapter 12:

Merlin pinned his desire to turn himself around on this horse betting roll, hoping that he could rely on "unparalleled" luck to complete the anti-killing in life.

He feels that he can win today, and all kinds of signs indicate that he is extraordinary, his left eyelid is twitching wildly, the number 6 is an auspicious number, double good luck rides on his face, tell me how to lose? !

The origin of this horse betting roll is also extraordinary. The gentlemen in Great Britain have a habit of throwing change on the ground on purpose in the park. At that time, the poor in need can pick up a few more copper coins and buy a piece of bread.

But Merlin was quite different. He searched all the parks where homeless people gathered in one night, found more than 100 copper coins, equivalent to one silver coin, and bought them all for the horse betting rolls at the Royal Racecourse.

Merlin is a standard gambler. He would rather starve to death than not to bet on horses. The idea in his mind is

Although the chances are slim, it is the only chance for me to turn my life around. As long as it is not 0%, it is worth a gamble!

emmmmm, all gamblers have this idea, and basically lose all their underpants in the end.

The magic projector broadcast live the situation of the racecourse. A total of 24 high-spirited horses were locked in cages, ready to attack quickly. Many hot girls danced on it. Life was so lively.

Merlin clutched the betting roll tightly, looked at the No. 6 brown horse, and prayed in his heart, **Dad, give some strength to the No. 6 old iron!Don't worry!

"This guest, can you pay the money first?" The restaurant owner was still worried that Merlin would not pay the bill, and he was undoubtedly a gambler by his appearance.

"What's the hurry?" Merlin felt that he was already a millionaire, and his momentum trembled when he spoke, shaking the horse betting roll in his hand and said, "I'm a person who is going to be a millionaire, follow me Be polite, don't talk about the price of the meal, when I win the lottery, this restaurant will be mine."

"You...continue." The restaurant owner laughed dryly, his mustache trembling, thinking that all gamblers in the world are like bears, and he wanted to turn himself into a serf and sing.

The two wretched uncles with beer next to them also seemed to bet on horses, and chatted about nothing.

"No. 4 is very stable this time."

"No, number 8 is better, with a high hit rate."

"Put your bloody farts away! Obviously No. 6 is the most powerful!" Merlin was not happy, and swearing as soon as he came up, he really was a bad-tempered gambler.

"No, No. 6 has always had a stomachache in the last few games, and his speed slowed down halfway through the run." The white-faced uncle grinned happily.

"It seems so, it's like eating crotons, buttocks are flying shit like a little rocket, puff puff..." The red-faced uncle grinned to the ears.

"Fuck your fucking banana peel! No. 6 is definitely on drugs today, and he will regain his glory in the arena. If he doesn't win the first prize, I'll broadcast the fucking shit!" Merlin suddenly raised the flag flag on his head. If you don't do it, you won't die" curse.

The two uncles drank beer, shook their heads and laughed without saying a word, waiting for Merlin's live broadcast to poop.

The live racetrack is about to start, and the straightaway is cleared.

"Seven races at the Royal Casino are about to start. This race is exclusively sponsored by the Sherlock Holmes detective agency in London!" the hostess yelled vigorously.

Get out, gay roll, get started!

Merlin retreated anxiously, as anxious as a student to pick up a report card. The waiting before the competition is the most terrible thing. For every gambler, life is like a year.

"Game start!!"

With a musket "bang", the door of the stable was pulled open.

24 fierce horses neighed and galloped on the straight track.

our hero merlin

Can Xianyu turn around with a big gamble?

Chapter 13:

The live broadcast of the match scene was extremely intense.

The 24 horses were galloping wildly and restlessly.

The narrator explained passionately, with a very smooth tongue and a London accent

"Look! The No. 6 horse from the Midland Plain is walking towards the judging table with nimble steps! It is full of energy and ready to go like an eagle. This is a courageous and vigorous horse. It will With tenacity and a never-say-die spirit, work hard at the Royal Casino, march forward and strive for success!"

Get out!Fuck your mother! Hey!Give me a good explanation, what the hell is the introductory speech at the opening of the sports meeting! ?

Merlin gritted his teeth angrily, the veins on his forehead twitched, and began to slam on the table, making a loud bang.

"Fuck number 6! Kick number 4's ass like a violent motorcycle! Kick it to the ground with one hoof!"

The two beer-drinking uncles had complicated expressions. They felt that Merlin was very irritable when he was betting on the horses, as if he would overturn the table at any time. He really deserved to be a bad-tempered gambler, completely different from his gentle and gentle appearance before.

Although Merlin was emotional and shouted loudly, he couldn't convey it to the scene.

The boss looked at the trembling table that was smashed by Merlin, and his heart ached. The one he just bought last month was about to break.

Merlin's eyes were wide open, staring at the live broadcast of the racecourse. When it came time to gamble, he was like this. He wished he could go to the racecourse to run twice instead of the horse. He was so angry.

The No. 6 horse did not live up to expectations. In the middle of the run, horse manure sprang out from its rear buttocks. It must have been eaten badly and had diarrhea. It ran slower and slower, and finally began to walk on the field.

Just like what the two uncles said, the No. 6 horse ran thin, like a small rocket stuck in its buttocks, but it didn't have any effect, but it ran slower and slower.

Merlin's face was extremely ugly, he obviously knew that he had lost, and he didn't even have a consolation prize, only one silver coin.

He was shaking all over with anger, his teeth were rattling, and he couldn't help yelling, showing his bad temper to the extreme

"Nima!"

"Sister's three circles are stinky!"