The Elder Scrolls in Marvel

"What are those guys doing outside? They are tired of life." Shortly after Adan left, Michelle was a little upset by the noisy sound outside the pub.

Michelle walked out of the room and wanted to see what was happening outside the tavern. As soon as she walked into the tavern lobby, Michelle saw the bartender hooking up with someone and whispering there.

"Hey, what are you two doing there?" Michelle looked at the two and yelled.

The man next to the bartender was so frightened by Michelle that he shivered, and the two of them quickly turned their heads to look at Michelle.

"What's wrong, sister?" the bartender said calmly.

"What are you two doing there? You're deaf. You didn't hear the noise outside. Go out and see what those guys are doing outside and tell them to calm down." Michelle looked at the two of them up and down and said.

"Okay, sister." The guy next to the bartender nodded and bowed.

Michelle glanced at them both suspiciously, then turned and returned to the room.

Seeing Michelle turn and leave, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why don't you go out and take a look." The bartender couldn't help but kicked him as he looked at the guy next to him standing there stupidly.

"Brother, we really went out to see what we were going to do when we got back." The man looked at the bartender with a sad look on his face and said.

"Go out and let those out-of-sight and out-of-mind guys use their hands and feet quickly. Don't wait for such a big battle. Just help people collect a body and tell them that if they are not rescued, everyone will die. There is no way back. ." The bartender said harshly at first, and then his tone became softer as he spoke. In the end, it seemed like he was giving his last words.

When the man heard what the bartender said, he nodded quickly and ran out quickly.

But obviously, those guys outside who drank too much fake wine were not afraid of death, and they continued to cause trouble for about ten minutes.

The noise obviously made Michelle impatient, so Michelle walked out of the room angrily.

"What are those guys doing outside?" Michelle walked up to the bartender and patted the table.

"Well, there's a job. They have a guy who took on a big job. He's just packing up his things. He should be finished. Listen, the voice is much quieter." The bartender said hesitantly, but luckily there was a voice outside the door. It seems to be really much smaller, and it seems that those guys have set off.

Michelle listened to the bartender's answer, glanced at him, then opened the door of the pub and walked out.

The street outside the tavern was empty, and there was no sign that the previous noise came from here. Only the messy ruts on the ground were still crying about how many people had stood on it and ravaged it.

Looking at the messy ruts on the ground, Michelle seemed to have thought of something, turned back to the tavern, and then went straight upstairs.

"Sister, eldest sister" the bartender quickly followed.

On the roof of the tavern, through the telescope, Michelle saw a convoy of more than a dozen vehicles and two tanks that had just left the town.

Michelle threw the binoculars aside, but fortunately the bartender on the side had quick hands and eyes and caught it.

"Should we go to work or go to war?" Michelle said angrily.

"It's a job, it's a big job, it's a big job," the bartender said calmly. His crazy desire to survive added all kinds of b's to his IQ at this moment.

"Where did you get the job? Do you know the customer's information?" Michelle looked at the bartender and asked with a raised brow.

"Mr. Akatosh, Mr. Adan Akatosh gave him a job to help him get rid of the Ten Commandments Gang," the bartender said wisely.

"Oh, then this is indeed a big job." Michelle nodded and said, and the bartender breathed a sigh of relief.

"How much can you earn from this order?" Michelle suddenly said.

Well, the bartender's head froze for two seconds, and then he said decisively: "Two hundred and twenty million dollars."

"Wow." Michelle sighed, patted the bartender on the shoulder, then turned and went downstairs.

The bartender breathed a deep sigh of relief and couldn't help thinking: Mr. Akatosh, if you come back, it's fine if you can afford the $200 million. If you can't afford it, then you can only stay and be our wife.

After the bartender finished thinking, it seemed