Chapter 75 Is this Mr. Black Butler?

After teaching the strong man a lesson, Daisy continued to serve porridge, and the poor people lining up became more orderly.

The strong man huddled silently in the corner, not daring to come forward even though his stomach had begun to make a rumble.

After the soup kitchen was over, Ryan and others left the slum under the watch of a group of poor people.

"Mr. Lane Mr. Lane!"

Daisy trotted to keep up with Ryan, hugged Ryan's arm, and said with a smile, "Where should we go next?"

"Go to Xingye Newspaper Office to talk about something."

Seeing that Daisy seemed to be becoming more clingy, Ryan sighed, smiled lightly and flicked Daisy's forehead:

"You saw what I looked like just now, aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why be afraid?"

Daisy asked back: "Mr. Lane is teaching bad people a lesson. I don't think Mr. Lane is scary. On the contrary, I feel very safe around Mr. Lane. It would be great if Mr. Lane is there every time I go out!" "

Hearing this, Ryan suddenly fell into deep thought.

When Daisy said this, Ryan suddenly realized that those faceless nobles chose to send people to cause trouble today. What if they send assassins to assassinate Daili and Daisy tomorrow?

It is impossible for Ryan to stay with the two of them every time they go out.

When you get back, give them some self-defense props, right? Or teach Delly some harmful magic.

"Mr. Lane."

Just as Ryan was thinking, Daisy's voice brought Ryan back to his senses again: "What's wrong?"

"What if the bully starts bullying again after we leave?"

Seeing Daisy's worried expression, Ryan smiled and rubbed Daisy's hair: "Don't worry, I made an agreement with him. He will never bully anyone again."

"Will he also keep his promise?"

"Of course, because those who violate the agreement will be burned in flames."

"...Mr. Lane, do you treat me like a child?"

"Ha ha……"

On the other side, after watching Ryan and others go away, the sluggish strong man became energetic again, stood up from the corner, and strode forward.

Immediately, the strong man found the poor man with whom he had just had an argument.

The poor man looked desperate when he was grabbed by the collar by the strong man. He knew that he would never be able to escape, because this strong man was bad to the core and could not change his mind just because of a single lesson.

"You really think you can sit back and relax because someone is supporting you?"

The strong man looked ferocious, ready to pour out all his anger on this poor man.

Just when the strong man was thinking about how to torture this poor man to relieve his anger, suddenly, the strong man felt that his lower abdomen became hot.

It's like... there's a fire burning inside.

Not that kind of lust, but a real flame, burning inside!

"Uh... ah..."

Seeing that his lower abdomen was even starting to glow, and the burning sensation gradually spread throughout his body, the strong man gradually opened his mouth wide and let out waves of painful low roars.

At this time, the strong man remembered the punch Ryan had punched him in the abdomen.

"I...I was wrong..."

The strong man's face was distorted, and he knelt on the ground in pain, pressing his head against the ground: "I was wrong...please...please..."

Unfortunately, Ryan couldn't hear the strong man's words at all.

The reason why this mass of magic was left in the strong man's body was because Ryan never thought about letting this guy live in the first place.

Gradually, several flames emerged from the strong man's body and began to gradually devour the strong man.

But at this time, the strong man could no longer make a sound, because all the internal organs in his body had been scorched by the flames, and his whole body was silent.

Seeing this, a group of poor people stopped and looked at the dazzling flames.

When the flames dissipated and the charcoal underneath was exposed, the poor people were frightened for a moment, but soon they thought that the dead person was the bully, and they immediately became pleasantly surprised.

"This bastard is finally dead!"

"My daughter hanged herself because he raped her. My daughter has obviously been admitted to Alcott College. My daughter..."

"Who did this?"

"It's the butler just now! I saw him cast magic with my own eyes, it must be him!"

For a moment, the poor people seemed to be celebrating some kind of festive festival.

At this time, Ryan and his team had arrived at the Star Leaf Newspaper Office and met the person in charge of the newspaper, Buck.

Although this newspaper is small, in fact, the status of this newspaper, including the person in charge of it, Buck, is not low in Art City.

For each noble, their biggest source of income, in addition to taxes, is the newspaper office in their fief.

Because the newspaper company has to sell 70% of their profits to the local nobles every day. For the nobles, the newspaper company is their little money tree.

In the newspaper office, Ryan and Buck sat opposite each other. Ryan, who looked very young, was there, while Buck, who was old, looked very reserved.

Is this Mr. Black Butler?

Looking at Ryan's young face, Buck felt very surprised.

Buck thought that the person who could write such a simple yet sharp story as "The Little Match Girl" was an old scholar of about the same age as him.

but……

Looking at Ryan's black butler uniform, Buck secretly complained, he really is like a pen name.

It's a pity that Buck thought he could become close friends and pen pals with Mr. Black Butler.

"Mr. Buck, can you agree to my terms?"

Seeing that Buck didn't reply, but kept looking at himself up and down, Ryan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"Ah? Oh!"

Buck came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Of course there is no problem! I will instruct the newsboys later and ask them to try not to use the name 'Black Butler' to promote the newspaper."

"Okay, in addition, I can't guarantee that your request for one story in three days will take too long, but there will definitely be no problem in the next few months."

"well!"

Buck nodded quickly: "Then I'll trouble you."

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Okay, walk slowly... By the way, I don't know, can I know your real name?"

Hearing this, Ryan smiled lightly: "My name is Ryan, and I am the personal butler of the daughter of the Axi family."

He is really a butler...

Buck bowed slightly, nodded and smiled: "Okay, Mr. Lane, come here often when you have time. The new stories will be divided the day after tomorrow... No, tomorrow, I will send someone directly to the Axi family's mansion tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll hand over the next story to you then."

"Okay, okay, walk slowly, Mr. Lane!"