Collapse: Start as a Mimic Herrscher

After a short rest, although Lu Ren still felt a little weak, it was much better than before.

He felt his pocket and found that the holy sword was not in it. After thinking for a while, he slowly went upstairs again.

After a while, Lu Ren returned to the cramped little room. He searched carefully at the head and foot of the bed, but did not find his holy sword.

He looked around, wondering where these lunatics had put his holy sword.

His eyes wandered around every corner of the room, starting with the cabinet. He opened it and searched through it, but there was no holy sword.

He looked at the table again, which was full of miscellaneous items. After searching through the pile of miscellaneous items, he still couldn't find his holy sword.

He frowned. The room was so small, how could the holy sword fly?

Not wanting to believe it, he searched again but still found nothing.

Lu Ren said: "...are these people born in the Year of the Rat? How come they are so good at hiding things?"

"Well, actually, host, there is still one place you haven't searched yet." The system kindly reminded.

Lu Ren's eyes turned to the five-part dead man, "It seems that it is possible that she is with him."

He squatted down and searched through the flesh and blood with his hands. I'm sure everyone knows how that feels (funny).

Lu Ren's expression did not change at all, which was very different from before. It seemed that after what happened just now, he suddenly had a clear goal in his mind, unlike before, when he didn't know where to shoot the arrow.

God helps those who work hard, Lu Ren found his cell phone which was now covered with "ketchup".

He sighed and put the phone back.

"Host, what are you doing?" The system looked at Lu Ren's confusing operation and asked in confusion.

Lu Ren stood up and found some paper to wipe his ketchup-stained hands. "Huh? This is unusable now. Why am I still holding it? Go to the scrap yard and exchange it for money."

"Okay, what are you going to do next, host?"

"Go make money." Lu Ren said very bluntly, "Just now, not only did I not find the Holy Sword in my pocket, but even my wallet is gone. If I don't make money, I think I will be unable to move forward."

"Is this an evil organization or a pickpocket association? They even steal wallets. They are really crazy because of their poverty." The system complained.

after a while.

"Uh, little girl, are you sure you want to be a tour guide?" In a travel agency, an old man with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses said hesitantly.

"It's not that I don't trust your ability. After all, you have passed my assessment. It's just that now is the peak season for tourism, and many guests have bad tempers. You may find it difficult to deal with them."

The woman in front of him had long gray hair falling like a waterfall, as if carrying the vicissitudes of time.

Her eyes were as bright as rubies, and stars seemed to twinkle in her red pupils, like the stars in the vast universe, emitting a mysterious and charming light.

Her eyes moved slightly, and a clear voice flowed out of her mouth, "Don't worry, boss, I have a lot of experience."

"You are a girl who looks less than 24 years old. Where do you get the experience..." The boss still didn't trust that the woman in front of him was qualified for the job.

"Boss, no way. I'm exactly 24 years old this year, and I'm already an adult." The woman said, "Do you want me to show you my ID card?"

"I'm not doubting your age, I'm just wondering if you're ready for this job."

The woman patted her chest, but the thinness of her chest made her posture not look indecent.

"I think I am fully capable of this job. Once I get the job..." The woman muttered something incomprehensible.

Seeing that the woman was determined, the boss had no choice but to say, "Okay, you're hired, Miss Fu."

"Oh, boss, you really have a good eye for talent. With me as a tour guide, if you encounter kidnappers or fugitives in the future, you can call me. I will show them what a black hand and a nightmare are like!"

The woman held the boss's hand tightly and praised him ecstatically. Her words of praise were endless like a tide, as if he was the model of an English gentleman, graceful, generous, like a shining pearl, exuding endless charm.

"I think you should go to Scotland Yard (London's Metropolitan Police). The crime rate in the UK is rising every year. If you go there, you might be able to help them fight crime, maintain social stability, and drive down the crime rate. It's a waste of your talent to be a tour guide here."

The boss obviously didn't buy the flattery, and spoke with some hesitation.

"Hey, boss! You just like to joke around. As the saying goes, 'Do what you love, love what you do', and we should do what we love! There is no distinction between high and low professions. Who says tour guides can't fight crime and save the world? After all, everyone has their own unique mission and value!"

The woman blinked her eyes that sparkled like stars, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile as warm as the spring sun.

"...I must have drunk too much brandy this morning, which is why I just agreed to be your tour guide." The boss felt so regretful after listening to the woman's crazy words that were unrestrained but also somewhat rational that he wanted to buy a few pills.

However, now that things have come to this, he has no other choice but to place his hopes on the woman in front of him, hoping that she may just be a little unrealistic in her words, but will be serious, responsible and down-to-earth when she really gets down to work.

After all, people may often appear to be casual or whimsical in their words, but that doesn't necessarily mean they are that way in their actual actions.

Perhaps, this woman is the kind of person who likes to talk about her fantasies verbally, but once she starts doing something, she concentrates and works diligently?

Thinking of this, the boss felt a lot more relieved.

"During the afternoon tour of historical sites, two tourists paid the travel agency an additional fee and asked to leave the group to tour on their own and asked the travel agency to send another tour guide. What do you think?"

The boss and the woman got down to business.

"This is a good opportunity for me to take action. I promise to provide tourists with the best service and take them on a tour of the entire Avalon so that they can know about the great King Arthur!" the woman said confidently.

"With a tour guide like you, I have even less confidence." The boss said pessimistically. At this moment, he hoped that other tour guides could free up and take over this matter.

"Boss, believe me, if they give a bad review, I will come to you with my head." The woman's eyes were sincere, as if she was saying that she could do it.

The boss rubbed his chest. He didn't dare to have such big emotional fluctuations anymore, otherwise he would have to let the woman see what an "artist" was.

"I'm not interested in Durarara! It's good that you're willing. Then go back and wait for a call in the afternoon."

In the UK, many people may only work for a few days and then quit or find another job. Therefore, there is no rule that professions like tour guides can only wait for tourists to come to travel agencies. They just need to make sure they can be called when a phone call comes.

"Ah, boss, I..." The woman became timid.

The boss vaguely sensed something was wrong. He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and his uneasiness was further magnified.