Destiny Thief

Chapter 142 The Returner of Cemetery City II
"I would never expect a treat from a henpecked man."

About the matter of Norman and Lacey, almost all the people present were very clear about it.But Rowan and Rank are both shy young men who don't talk much, and Angela, although she has been working as a mercenary among a group of rough men for many years, she herself is not a hot girl.When Mickey heard what Norman said, the problem of being speechless once appeared again.

But Norman just smiled, didn't say any more, and didn't get angry, he was still the same as before.

Several people quickly checked their belongings. In the end, Ranke and Rowan took out five Thors from their tattered clothes pockets, and Angela calmly took out two silver coins—a group of people Surrounded together, looking at such a small amount of belongings, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Two reals and five soles..."

Mickey muttered in his mouth, a pair of brown thick and short eyebrows raised, coupled with wide and plump lips, the whole person's facial appearance instantly became a standard "囧" shape.

"Can I get five servings of mashed potatoes?"

he asked.With this little money, in the years before the outbreak of the sixth ETA war, it could barely feed six people.but now?At this time, he didn't know the price of the tavern in this strange town.Half a year ago, due to the war and the lack of supplies, the price of food in the North was rising steadily. With two raels, Booma in Lazis could probably only buy a large pot of minced meat with oily flakes. Radish Soup.

No one answered.They couldn't be sure, so they couldn't answer.

But soon, Mickey walked towards the door of the tavern.

"I hope the kind boss here can sell us a minced meat and radish soup, add more minced meat from the bones, add more fresh radishes from the field, and put less water. We can put the water ourselves..."

While muttering to himself, he grabbed silver coins and copper coins and walked into the tavern.His whole body was covered in tattered clothes, but because of his long-term training in martial arts, he still had some lean temperament. When passing through the entrance of the tavern, several guests raised their heads and glanced at him, and found that it was just a After the down-and-out wandering mercenary, he continued to enjoy the food with his head bowed.

Inside is an entire hall without partitions.With the sun outside in the middle of the sky, the tavern seemed to be doing very well.

But the waiter in the tavern seemed to ignore him.Out of guilty conscience, Angela and the other three just hesitated, bit the bullet and approached the tavern without actually entering it.

"Hey - that beautiful lady!"

Mickey noticed a waitress who was shuttled around the table. He stared at the swaying fat butt, put two fingers into his mouth and blew a loud whistle, patting the counter and shouting.

The waitress suddenly turned her head, and looked at him with a pair of narrow eyes—Mitch asked:
"Do you have cod bisque here?"

"No."

"Where's the special lamb shank stewed with radish?"

"There are radishes."

"No special leg of lamb? That would be a shame."

"Do you need something?"

The tone of the waitress was always indifferent. After finishing the work at hand, she returned to the counter, stared at Mickey and said.

"So, is there any carrot soup with minced meat?"

Mitch asked frankly.

"Have."

The waitress' answer was concise and crisp.

"price?"

Mickey finally asked the most critical content.

"Eight sols a standard serving."

"Well, what about five standard servings?"

"Forty Sol or two Rael and four Sol." (Note: During this period, due to the isolation of the war in the northern part of the Kingdom of Elantra, the ratio of Sol to Rael circulating in various parts of the country was not fixed. In This small town on the border of the Avron region and Nogo, the ratio of the two is 18:1)

"Not so much soup, can it be cheaper? How about two raels?"

"Then it's just carrots, sir."

The waitress finally answered him with a cold humor. Her expression was always indifferent, without enthusiasm, contempt, or compromise—Mickey took out two reals amidst the laughter of the onlookers, and With pain, he put down four Sol from the other hand, "Is this okay? Beautiful lady."

"Please wait."

After finally finishing this matter, Mickey saw no one behind him, so he ran back to the tavern and beckoned his companions to come in.He chose a corner seat, spread one leg, and sat down calmly.

"Five servings of minced meat and radish soup, and we still have one copper penny left."

He reported on the financial situation to his companions.The only copper plate left in his hand was thrown on the dining table and swirled, and he stared at it intently.

"I'm afraid the next meal will be a problem."

Norman couldn't help but smile wryly when he realized this problem. Staying in the dungeon of the high tower, the food on weekdays was not very good. In addition, the physical strength consumed along the way had already made everyone feel hungry. Some wild fruits and mountain spring water Not much hunger.Now after Mickey uttered this reality, the group finally felt the survival problem they were facing now.

They are mercenaries. According to reason, they can get paid by hiring merchants—but right now, staying in this strange town and unfamiliar with the place, it is difficult to find such jobs in a short while.The identities are unknown, and the origins are unknown. I am afraid that no businessman dares to hire them.

They look little better than beggars now.

Carrying weapons might sell for a few raels, but none of them would.For the mercenaries, this is what they eat - unless they have to, they will never sell it.

"How to do?"

After the minced radish soup was brought to the table, the five of them swallowed it like a cloud, and the glazed bottom of the pottery pot was so bright that people could be seen.Luo Wen, who usually doesn't talk much, wiped his lips and asked.

"We'll ask where this is in a while, and we can find the nearest mercenary guild."

Norman said.Among the northern territories, personal information in the mercenary guild is shared.After that expedition to the ruins, the badges used to prove their identity had been lost. It was necessary to regain the certification of the mercenary guild.

"But that doesn't solve the problem at hand."

Mickey didn't take it seriously, he dipped his fingers into the bottom of the plate and stuffed a small amount of leftover minced meat into his mouth, then turned his head to look at Angela, and suddenly lowered his voice: "What did that Mister Lich talk about? We should probably go to church first."

"Makes sense."

Angela thought for a while and replied.

(End of this chapter)