I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

"What? That's not the case." Messiah's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows were lowered, and his expression became serious: "If my guess is correct, then food prices will continue to rise."

Ada shook her head again and again, not believing the girl: "How could it be! Are people still alive? Or do you mean that you have already guessed the intention of His Majesty's court discussion?"

"It's just a wild guess, well, I'm not sure..."

Messiah nodded his lips, feeling a little lacking in confidence: "But I guess it's like this..."

"That's it! Ten birds in the bush are worse than one bird in the hand."

Ada pulled out a well-mannered old saying, and then slapped the table: "That's it, let's make money first, and even if I can make more later, I won't regret it!"

In the worst case, I would use the excuse that Fox was sold cheap, and make up for the loss from him.

"Okay! Hurry up and eat, if you two little ones dare not sleep tonight..."

Ada put on a vicious look and threatened the two girls.

But at the end, when he mentioned spanking, he suddenly showed a foolish smile: "Then I'm going to spank your butts~ Hehe~ Ugh—"

Halfway through the laugh, Shen Ying slapped the back of the head.

The strict elf frowned and criticized his friend: "Don't make that kind of laughter, it's disgusting, you know!"

Really, she never smiles like this when she hugs herself, it's so enviable and irritating!

Chapter 177. Not selling

Within a few days, before the royal family officially announced the food price increase, chaos had spread in White Harbor and even the entire four provinces of Sword and Lord.

At first, the citizens were very excited when they found that there were a large number of grain trucks from abroad gathering in the territory, thinking that the benevolent lords had not given up on them after all.

There are even some bards who invent stories about His Majesty exchanging trade agreements for foreign aid in major taverns.

But in the following day or two, the people discovered that the rice stores and grain stores piled high in warehouses, as well as the large business groups stationed outside the city and guarded like small fortresses, either did not sell goods, or the prices were frighteningly high.

Everyone felt something was wrong.

The number of pedestrians on Baigang Street began to decrease, and the tavern stopped singing praises, and a strange atmosphere quietly emerged.

Chimera Head is back in business, but instead of selling alcohol, it starts selling water.

The boiled water, soaked in the lemon that was magically produced in the backyard, can be drunk for several hours and still have a taste.

Three glasses of water for one crown, and if you can hold back your nausea and say something about the lady boss's morals, you can get two more glasses.

There are plenty of water resources in Baigang, but the price is not fair.

But when it opens every night, it is full of excitement and buzz.

Now that all walks of life are in a downturn, most people have nothing to do, and they are idle at home, so it's better to come here to communicate with others.

And here's another deal: just buy lemonade, add a kroner, and you'll get a baked potato that's charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

In other words, for a total of two crowns, you can make yourself half full and not go to bed with an empty stomach at night.

This price, half a month ago, would only make people shake their heads and sigh: black shop!

But now, it can be regarded as a model of high quality and low price.

Standing behind the counter, Ada looked at the bustling tavern with a smile, and lamented her wise decision.

This is completely a no-cost business. Even if the price is too low to make a lot of money, it can still be used for everyone's household except for the two big eaters, Messiah and Xiaobai.

"Have you heard that the farm at Jianzuiyan was robbed by a group of thugs. They killed everyone, took away all the food that could be left, and then set it on fire for several kilometers away. "

A traveler shared what he had heard, then dipped a baked potato in salt foam and chewed slowly.

Messiah, who walked out of the kitchen with a kettle in his hand, staggered, his complexion tensed, and his lips turned pale.

But immediately she recovered her mood, and shouted timidly: "Do you want to add water?"

"Where are those thugs, I guess they are some rioters nearby..."

The guest sighed, but no one responded.

Everyone's life is already very difficult, and not many people care about what is going on with others.

He touched his nose and raised his hand: "Miss, add water here, thank you."

Messiah responded, and quickly ran over to add water.

The guest put the cup on the corner of the table, and he sat very well, not daring to overstep it.

The main reason is that the noble and elegant temperament of the proprietress' niece is so unique that they can't help but feel ashamed.

"Tch, you are so polite to this idiot, but you usually call me around..."

Ada looked at Messiah jealously, and after complaining, her face was full of dissatisfaction.

At this time, a mercenary pushed the door and entered, lying on the counter with a tired look.

He opened his hand to signal: "Miss Boss, have a glass of water and a potato."

Two coins were dropped on the counter and quickly collected by Ada.

"Why are you here alone today, and how many others are there?" she asked.

Ada is very familiar with this small mercenary group, and has even fought wine with them before.

These people specialize in hunting some low-level monsters near Baigang. Although their strength is not top-notch, they are better than the people at the bottom because of their experience.

The mercenary tightly closed his eyes, as if recalling some unsightly scenes:

"Today we ambushed a small group of kobolds... In short, the others are already full. Maybe they won't worry about food every day in the future, and they won't come here again."

He spoke slowly, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, and he didn't explain exactly what happened.

But Ada could already imagine it.

A guest came over and patted the mercenary on the shoulder: "You are right, we are humans, not beasts."

"However, if the current situation does not improve in a few days, then the only way to survive is to be a beast." Other voices came from the tavern.

"Don't pay attention to him." The previous guest helped the mercenary up: "Come on, sit at our table."

Ada looked around at the people in her tavern, with a serious face: "I advise you not to think too much, creatures like kobolds and goblins carry many germs on their bodies, and even after killing them, they are contaminated with blood. All weapons need to be sterilized with white wine, not to mention other excessive things."

"As long as you cook it for a longer time, it should be fine, right?"

Another guest licked his lips.

The mercenary's words really made many people think otherwise.

"Hey, I'll let you die."

Ada grew impatient.

She put her own pre-sliced ​​lemons into the cup and snapped her fingers, attracting the Messiah's attention, beckoning her to add water to the cup, while she headed to the kitchen to prepare baked potatoes for the mercenary.

The guests who were near the kitchen door stood up immediately, and when Ada opened the kitchen door, she glanced inside.

"Be honest and keep your distance!"

Ada scolded and closed the door to block her sight.

The guests who were inquiring outside the door were not angry, but had a hippie smile on their faces: "What are you hiding, I just want to see how much stock is left in your house."

Then he sat down, looked at the mercenary before, and looked at the kitchen door for a while, with a bit of a dilemma on his face, as if he was making a decision.

After Ada closed the door and plugged the bolt, she took out a potato from the sack in the corner of the kitchen and washed it clean.

Then she held the potato with both hands, lightly using the legendary power, countless small lightning appeared in the palm of her hand, wrapped the potato, and made a buzzing sound of 'squeaking'.

After a few breaths, a baked potato that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside is ready.

"Oh, oh, it's hot, it's hot—"

Ada screamed, but couldn't hold the hot spherical object, and dropped it to the ground.

But she immediately raised her leg, controlling her strength very cleverly, like kicking a shuttlecock, and kicked the potato onto the stove.

"It's okay, it's okay, the bacteria have no time to react in such a short time."

Ada said to herself, picked up the potatoes, wiped the dirty places with her cuff, put them on a plate, and took them out.

As a black shop, cleanliness does not exist at all, as long as you can eat it.

In front of the counter, stood a warrior in armor, with a mace and flail pinned to his waist. His family emblem was embroidered on his chest, and his hair was combed into a small bun and tied neatly behind his head.

"What do you want?" Ada greeted him.

This man was a knight by knighthood, so as to obtain the right to have the family emblem engraved on weapons and armor.

"Give me fifty baked potatoes, no water, come on, we're on our way."

The knight said, and put a hundred-dollar bill on the counter.

This was a lucrative business, but Ada hesitated for a moment, finally shook her head, and whispered two words: "Not for sale."

Chapter 178. Ferrari and Prism Knights

"What did you say? Not for sale? Why not for sale?"

The knight spoke very slowly, and each word was slightly elongated. Although there was surprise on his face, the speed of speech was not affected in the slightest.

The other guests in the tavern also showed surprised expressions.

It is recognized that the lady boss of the Chimera leader is black-hearted and greedy for money. Why did she suddenly change her temper today?

Ada shook her head: "I only buy one copy per person here."

If she sold so many potatoes at once, she would be closed for at least a day without stock, and the neighbors would go hungry at night.

Moreover, she doesn't open the door just to make money, and part of the reason is that she likes to chat with these guests.

This is a habit that has been cultivated for many years in a tavern.

"If you want to have a taste, I welcome you to take a seat, otherwise please go out."

Ada sent the freshly baked potatoes to the table of the previous mercenary, not minding that she was facing a skilled knight with her back.

The knight didn't get angry, turned around silently and walked to the door, beckoning.

Soon, seven knights in the same attire, and five young attendants carrying spears and carrying salutes, appeared at the entrance of the tavern.

"Then give each of us a share." The knight sat down on an empty table and threatened with a statement: "You should be lucky, I don't hit women."

"You should also be thankful, thanks to you having this habit."

Ada retorted, motioning for Messiah to pour water for them, while she went back to the kitchen to make electric baked potatoes.

The other knights and attendants, without saying a word, occupied several tables around them - two of them had guests seated.

But several guests quickly took the plates and moved to other places.

The atmosphere in the tavern became colder by more than one level, and even the whispers disappeared.

Soon, Ada came out with a plate of potatoes. Seeing the restrained atmosphere in the hall, she became disgusted with these knights for no reason.

She randomly threw the plate of potatoes on one of the tables of the knights, even turning a blind eye when many potatoes fell on the table due to inertia.

"Leave quickly after eating, you are not welcome here."

Her tone was very bad.

Some of the knights on the table were very angry, and wanted to show some color to this stupid woman who was arrogant because of her beauty, but she still looked at her leader first.

The leader of the knights looked very calm. He stretched out his arms and spread his palms, signaling to the knights at the table.

One of the servants understood something and began to distribute potatoes to the masters.

He picked and picked, wanting to keep the smallest one for himself, but in the end he realized that every single potato on this plate was so small.

The smallest one is even as big as a baby's fist.

"You..." The waiter was not so well-mannered. He looked at the size of potatoes on the plates of other guests, which was in stark contrast to what he was holding, and opened his mouth to reason.

"never mind!"

The leader of the knights interrupted what he was about to say: "Remember, don't try to argue with women, otherwise you will always be the loser."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to signal to the attendant: "Give me the smallest one."

Ada immediately chased after the victory: "Did you hear that, when a woman says you can't do it, don't doubt it, you are either soft or short."