I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

"Is that so?"

Deep Shadow muttered to himself, slowly wrapped his arms around Ada's arm in the water.

She suddenly hoped now that the lich would never be caught.

"That's right." Ada replied very firmly.

She's not as stupid as an elf.

She hoped that the lich would be caught immediately, and then it would be shredded into pieces, never to be reborn forever.

As long as the news of the successful crusade does not reach the ears of the two of them, it will be fine.

To take a step back, it’s okay not to let Deep Shadow know.

Chapter 151. Crazy Deep Shadow, Online Cup Throwing

There are few customers in the tavern.

In this kind of season, the people have no surplus food in their hands, so they have no surplus money, so there are no guests who come to drink for entertainment.

Those who come here are just to understand, have a good time, and chat with other people.

They order a glass of the cheapest wine, sip it, and sometimes just sit there for a long time just to smell it.

Ada and Deep Shadow stood at opposite ends behind the counter, one was looking at the newly arrived manga, the other was wiping the glass repeatedly, deliberately not looking at each other.

This is a subtle way for adults to express shyness.

After experiencing the intimate contact in the bathroom, both of them felt that what they did was a little too much?

"Miss Boss, you are still so ugly and cheap here."

A guest accosts Ada.

Although the price of Chimera's First wine has increased three times faster than before, the price of the entire White Harbor is increasing. Compared with other wines, it is still the first choice for the poor.

Ada glanced up, and replied with a sigh: "I'm just keeping costs, and I'm not making any money now."

Alcohol is okay to say.

But most of the ale and rum she has here are low-quality and low-alcohol wines, and she doesn't have the money to buy good storage equipment, so it will deteriorate after ten and a half months, so she can only try to sell them as soon as possible.

But in this way, the stock will be sold out soon, and she doesn't know what she will sell in the future.

Sell ​​food?impossible.

With Deep Shadow's help, Triss's natural spells were only enough to produce a small amount of food, and apart from the rations for their family of three, there wasn't much left over.

Moreover, once it starts to sell with great fanfare, it is easy to attract the hungry people and cause unnecessary trouble.

Ada lowered her head and continued to read the comics in her hand.

How about setting up a comic book house?Like a library, the kind where you come in and read casually?

My own collection is quite a lot.

However, considering Deep Shadow's ability to accept, at least half of them cannot be exhibited.

Especially those books with trolls and elves as the protagonists are even more forbidden items, and if they are seen, they will definitely be beaten into three bags.

Ada folded her arms, shivered, and continued to read the book.

"Have you heard that, in the urban area today, I heard that half-orcs came in." Some drinkers talked about what they saw today.

Immediately someone responded: "I know this, it's not half-orcs, it's a large group of mixed races, demolished half a street, and beat the crap out of the army guarding the city. Now they have successfully escaped and are lurking in the city... …I don’t know where it will appear next time?”

"Where does it appear, it won't be our place, there is nothing to tear down." Another person picked up the cup, sniffed hard at the tip of his nose, but was reluctant to drink: "Ah—those town guards are really useless, no Knowing what to eat, wasting our tax for nothing."

"Say it as if you paid your taxes."

A sarcasm in the corner caused everyone to roar with laughter.

During the period, Ada began to defend: "That's not the case, there are not many people in that team of mixed races, and they have been controlled on the spot!"

"Don't talk nonsense, my cousin was at the scene and saw a group of mixed races rushing out of the thick smoke with his own eyes. How could he lie to me? Besides, so many people saw it, so it can't be said that they all saw it wrong, right?"

A drinker opened his mouth to retort, and then muttered in a low voice: "Woman, you have long hair but short knowledge, just sell your wine well..."

"Who do you say has long hair but short knowledge!"

As soon as Ada patted the table, she rolled up her sleeves and walked over, intending to teach this person well.

The drinker is a newcomer. He just heard that the wine here is cheap, so he has been here before, and he doesn't know the reputation of the proprietress of this shop.

He also stood up and wanted to resist. Looking at Ada's short white hair, he laughed and said, "Ah, I was really wrong. I shouldn't say that my hair is long and my knowledge is short, but I should say that I have big breasts and no brains—"

Before he finished speaking, he was punched in the abdomen by the girl.

He groaned for a while, and then he choked out a sentence: "What's the matter with this tavern?"

As soon as the words fell, another vertebral fist hit his weak ribs, making half of his body numb, and then a slender and delicate hand pressed his shoulder and forced him back to the seat.

"Beep less, drink more!"

The hand knocked on the table, and the voice suddenly became gentle again, seemingly concerned: "I didn't hurt you, did you come to drink more wine?"

With that said, Ada picked up the wine glass, brought it to the mouth of the new drinker, and gulped down the glass of liquid that he had planned to drink for half the night.

"Have another drink?" The girl's voice was clear, and under the stimulation of a large amount of alcohol in an instant, it was very pleasant. He couldn't help but nodded obediently.

But before the rationality reached his throat, a glass of ale that was still bubbling was placed in front of his eyes.

"The proprietress is amazing, she sold another cup so quickly." A regular customer laughed.

Ada also waved her hands triumphantly with the smoothness after beating someone, together with the joy after making money, walked back to the counter, and said modestly: "It's just practice makes perfect, it's not a big deal."

The customer who was beaten glanced at the proprietress and smiled at him, recalling her precise and ruthless actions just now, and felt that he could not escape this order today.

"What's going on, Lao Jin?" He looked at the blacksmith who was drinking alone: ​​"When you introduced me to this place, you said it was special, but why is it like this?"

"Yeah, the special feature, haven't you already tasted it?" The blacksmith laughed loudly: "It was served by the proprietress herself."

Seeing that he was still a little bit aggrieved, Blacksmith quickly persuaded: "I advise you to be careful, Miss Ada is a high-level warrior, you will definitely not be able to beat her."

For a high-level warrior, this is already the limit that the neighbors can imagine.

But the people who can come to this kind of place to drink are rough guys. It's common for them to drink together after a fight.

Even if the fist was too hard.

"Advanced?"

The drinker blinked, and suddenly remembered a rumor that was circulating in the market, and hurriedly asked: "Does the proprietress know how to make cocktails that are lit? I want to try."

"15 crowns, cost price, do you want it?" Ada took out a small glass of pre-made amber liquor from under the counter.

This blend has a high alcohol content and can be stored for a long time.

"I've heard the name for a long time, have a drink, I'll try it."

As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp finger snap, and the flames burned above the wine glass.

After admiring the proprietress's way of lighting the fire, he didn't have time to think about it, so he picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

This kind of wine, if you hesitate for even ten seconds, the temperature of the glass wall will be too high to hold, and it will burn your throat.

He had drunk similar imitations in other places, so he knew about it.

"To be honest, the taste is far worse than other places, but the way of lighting the fire is really unpredictable."

The drinker hiccupped, stumbled down, and when he stood up with the counter, his whole body had already shifted to Shen Ying.

He stared in confusion, looked carefully at the 'lady boss' in front of him, and shook his head: "No, I take back what I just said, you are so big-chested and brainless, you just don't have—"

'Boom—'

Deep shadow gritted his teeth, and directly threw the freshly wiped glass into the face of the guest who slandered him.

The wine glass was split in two, and sawdust shattered all over the floor.

The guest rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Is he okay?" Deep Shadow was a little worried, and blamed himself for his impulsiveness.

Ada looked at the elf who was getting more and more irritable, swallowed her saliva, and forced a smile: "Ha, ha, it's okay, the big deal is that this glass of wine is my treat..."

"Don't worry, Miss Elf." The old blacksmith came over and carried the drinker on his shoulders: "Don't look at him like this, but he will definitely come to the door tomorrow to beat him up. How many people are good for this, oh... ..."

With the last sigh, I felt so sad.

From the day Chimera Head first opened, he has been beaten all the way to the present.

Also watched Triss grow into a juicy little girl, watched Ada...from seventeen or eighteen years old...to seventeen or eighteen years old?

How does she not age?

The old blacksmith noticed this problem only now.

Chapter 152. Empty

It was a little late, and the guests had already left.

In the past, this kind of time was the busiest time for tavern business.

"Oh, the nightlife has just begun, so boring."

Ada sighed sadly, tidying up the house quickly with her hands and feet, making preparations before going out of business.

The main job is to put the dirty dishes and bowls into the bucket, and then put them in front of Shen Ying, and then watch her cleanliness attack, and after she couldn't bear it, she ran to the back kitchen with the bucket.

During this period, you have to endure the mild curse of the elf: "I'm not a cleaner, damn it! You faucet! Your teeth will hurt all day tomorrow!"

Ada smiled indifferently, walked past Xiaobai who was mopping the floor with a rag to earn food for herself, and walked towards the backyard.

There, Triss was concentrating on performing natural magic and giving birth to crops.

A few square meters was specially opened up in the backyard, and wheat and various vegetables were planted. These plants were covered with a layer of green light under the influence of magic, and they were growing extremely slowly.

Triss and Deep Shadow usually have to work for two days in succession before they can fully spawn a crop.

"Tired, shall we take a rest?"

Ada asked her daughter distressedly.

"It's about to mature, wait a moment." Triss's voice revealed fatigue.

Of course she was tired, she had to continue to squeeze every bit of potential in her body in order to maintain this efficient ripening mode.

It's also a good exercise in nature magic, though.

However, today's body is very strange, a little too tired, and the lower abdomen is also a little uncomfortable.

Seeing her daughter who was earnestly casting the spell, Ada walked up behind her, gently pressed her temples for a while, and then hugged her into her arms so that she could lean on herself.

This saves you from having to straighten your back so tiringly.

"call……"

As expected, Triss breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole body relaxed.

She rubbed against her adoptive mother's arms, maintained the posture of casting spells, raised her head, looked at her adoptive mother who was looking down at her tenderly, and asked in a low voice, "Why did Sister Shenying call you to tap?"

Then she felt her adoptive mother's body tense, and her face began to change color.

"Children, don't ask such questions!" Ada forcibly straightened Triss's head, as if there was no 300 taels of silver here.

At this time, Hussein arrived at the tavern with Messiah under the protection of several palace guards.

There was no one in the hall, only a fully automatic white crystal ferret was working hard.

"Ada, Ada—where's the person?"

Hussein shouted very heartily.

He is not afraid of the shadow slanting, he didn't bring any money tonight!

"What are you shouting for? Are you calling the soul?" Ada scratched her head and walked into the hall from the backyard.

Behind her was Triss who planned to rest for a while.

"what happened again?"

Ada looks at Hussein.