I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

"No." This person belongs to Muren now and cannot be changed.

"Oh..." The old prostitute rubbed his chin and lowered his level: "How about letting me be in charge of logistics?"

This job is very lucrative, and you can often go to the human world to do business, so many flamboyant girls are waiting for me.

"No." Such a key position must be held by Golden Eye at the front and the staff sent by the Queen behind.

The old whore is a bit stuck in Bengbu: "Why can't the top management, and the lowest!"

Didn't you let me pick it randomly? It's too good at bragging!

Ada was also devastated: "You happened to choose two unacceptable ones, try another one, the other positions are all random!"

Having said that, the old prostitute really thought about it carefully.

Since you can't grasp the rights, and you can't get the oil and water, then choose a seat that is convenient for you.

"I want to manage the ogre tribe!"

He patted the table and re-selected the most unpopular position.

Ogre is going to eat people, right?Then they wouldn't care if the person...was a corpse, would they?

Ada supported the table and raised her head inch by inch, gnashing her teeth, staring fixedly at the old man across the table, as if to confirm whether he was deliberately against her.

It took a long time to bitterly spit out an answer: "No."

That is the seat of the ogre, under its leadership, all the ogres are trying to eat animals.

"Ha ha."

The old prostitute looked at the bragging girl with contempt.

No way, no way, you really are looking for my happiness, right?

Ada's face was completely gloomy.

Coincidence, this is all a coincidence!

She was about to explain when there happened to be a knock on the door.

A middle-aged swordsman dressed plainly walked in. He not only hung a long sword at his waist, but also carried a large bag of teaching tools such as fake swords and wooden figurines on his back.

After seeing the old prostitute, he nodded reservedly: "Miss Wicker is here, I'm here to teach her."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but coughed continuously.

"Mr. Merle, your condition is not very good now?" The old prostitute said, raised his hand and cast a dispelling disease on him. Seeing the radiance released by the magic spell on the swordsman, he was stunned for a while: "You are infected plague?"

"Really?" The middle-aged swordsman was also stunned for a moment, feeling the pain in his throat gradually disappearing, and muttered to himself: "Obviously, he received this kind of dispersing blessing when he was eating at noon."

Ada immediately sat up seriously.

In such a short period of time, the plague in the city can infect a swordsman with martial arts skills and cause him to develop initial symptoms! ?

It's only been two days since I returned to the city, so the speed of development is too fast!

The swordsman was amazed by the girl who sat upright and kept silent, and hurriedly asked softly: "This is..."

"I'm Little Wicker's...aunt," Ada waved her hand, "Little Wicker is cooking, please sit down and wait for a while."

With this interruption, she couldn't talk to the old prostitute about what she just argued about.

But it doesn't matter, just let Messiah look at the arrangement when the time comes, and see if he dares to underestimate himself!

Chapter 343. A House of Leaders

Worrying about the rapid development of the plague will not help. The current ruler of the city, Hussein, has long known the importance of this matter and is working hard for it.

Ada opened her tavern with a sigh, but there were fewer customers than yesterday.

There are only a few three or four tables, and they are scattered in every corner of the hall.

No one spoke loudly, instead of the usual noise, they whispered about the plague outside.

At this time, even ordinary people realized the severity of the plague.

Where can there be symptoms that can be re-infected?What disease can go from infection to onset so quickly?

You know, when the plague develops to the end, people will die!

"If this continues, I won't come tomorrow! Kekekekekeke——"

Amidst the guest's coughing, a white light representing the magic spell of 'dispelling disease' fell on him, and then his complexion obviously began to improve.

But the sudden coughing sound from another corner made the guest's complexion change drastically, and the body that had just sat down stood up again: "Forget it, forget it, I have to go home quickly, I can't stay outside rise."

As he spoke, he opened the door and left, leaving only Ada shouting in vain behind: "Hey, hey, you haven't spent any money yet!"

When entering an entertainment venue to enjoy the priest's service, you must spend more or less, which is simply a matter of convention.

But just now that person sat down, he ran away from the order!

The words of the proprietress resonated with many people. A tracker touched the purse around his waist and sighed sadly: "I also want to reduce the number of times I go shopping."

Although the plague that is prevalent in this city can be easily cured, it still costs money.

People in other areas can talk about it, but those who live in the seaport area are entering the annual port closure period. There is no job at all, and the source of income is cut off. The money they spend is less.

In addition, the famine has just been experienced here, and everyone's savings are not much, so it is more necessary to save at this time.

There were fewer and fewer guests, and the old prostitute finally had time to take a breather.

For the divine art of dispelling disease, if the subject is not sick, most of the magic power will be returned.

But almost half of the guests who came today were infected with the plague, which already made it difficult for the old prostitute who was the pastor of the third ring.

Ada lay prone on the door frame, looking at other luxurious entertainment venues on the street.

Their pastors should be the same as the old prostitutes, sweating profusely, right?

The only one who can come out to do this kind of work is the low-ring priest, but anyone who is a little more advanced has his own temple to serve, and he will never do such a self-defeating thing.

"Huh, let's see, it won't be long before those stores will set up a minimum consumption standard."

Ada gave comments based on her years of experience in business.

There are more and more infected people, and the pastor is too busy, so he can only do this.

Reduce passenger flow and increase customer unit price.

"Then what about us, do you want to do the same?" Triss put her hands together in front of her body, looking at her adoptive mother with some concern.

"We don't need it." Ada waved her hand, and Triss was obviously relieved.

I heard the girl go on to say: "It costs money for them to hire a pastor. They must pay more for being so busy. We don't need it. Our pastor came here for free."

The old prostitute raised his head when he heard the words: "If you want to give money, I don't mind."

"It's vulgar to talk about money between friends!" Ada raised her eyes and pointed to the next door: "Go, sweep the hotel floor!"

"That's Xiaobai's job..." The old prostitute sat calmly on the chair, not moving his butt at all.

"Xiaobai is already very tired from cleaning the tavern every day, and you want to let him clean the hotel for you, can you bear it? Have you paid?"

The girl spread her hands, not wanting to let go of any chance to search.

'Bang bang bang—'

The only working pet in the tavern, looking at the room full of supervisors overseeing his leader, fiddled with the rice bowl.

It's time to feed, thank you.

Triss walked over, took out two magic crystals from the food box and threw them into the bowl, watching the pets gnawing on the magic crystals, and looking at the empty tavern, somehow came to mind: "Oh, why? As soon as you come back, Mom, business will be bad..."

"????"

Hearing the groundless but factual accusation, Ada jumped up and defended: "The business is not good, but the money is enough!"

She pointed to the door that Deep Shadow had repaired with magic vines, and then patted the counter.

Inside were two neat stacks of banknotes, worth as much as [-] kroner.

The Corona Tribunal was very efficient. It fixed an indefinite period for the bastard Mouse King in the morning, and sent over the compensation money in the afternoon.

This is enough to have the income of the previous year!

Therefore, doing business is just for fun, and making money depends on robbery.

Although Hussain did not show up from the beginning to the end, Ada knew that there must be his influence in it.

Satisfied, she sat down again, watched her eldest daughter Triss start to pack the knives, forks and dishes, and listened to the swordsman's order in the backyard and the sound of Little Wicker swinging her sword hard, she chatted casually:

"Then the teacher's strength is not very good. Didn't he tell you to find the best one?"

The old prostitute who was questioned quickly explained: "What this girl needs to learn now is the basics, and this Mr. Merle is the best first teacher in the city. Many nobles look to him to educate their children. This is you That friend...what is his name called Monkey Race...I call him Little Monkey, it was recommended by that young man."

"Oh, oh, it's a big advantage for you to call him that?"

"Really? I think so too, but he insisted on calling him that, and said that I'm safe here..."

The old prostitute feels that it is a bit against the law.

It was the same with Brando last time, and it was the same with Hussein this time, not to mention Indigo and his ilk, who always regard themselves as very powerful masters.

But the actual situation is not like this!

They always laughed at their own explanations, as if they didn't believe it.

What is the reason?

Seeing the blank expression of the old captain, Ada slapped the table and laughed.

What else could be the reason? How could he be a legendary captain with low strength? No one would believe him if he said it.

The old prostitute saw the girl laughing indistinctly, and realized something, and asked in a low voice, "That little Hou... has a high status?"

"High, quite high, you use your imagination, just guess." Ada felt that it was time to reveal a little bit of her confidence.

"Hehe." Hearing the familiar bragging tone, the old prostitute squinted his eyes: "I guess he is the upcoming prince."

"Congratulations, you got it!"

"Hehe, then I'm really smart."

The old prostitute's tone was flat, and he was not at all surprised when he learned the truth: "It's better than this. Next time the prince comes over, I'll invite him to go to the pink memory to have a good time."

Chapter 344. The Pure White Potion of the Light God

A few days later, Ada has re-accustomed to the life of lying at home and counting fingers.

The number of customers who visit the tavern every day has gradually maintained at a more balanced number after the continuous decline, not many, but not too few, almost the same as a year ago.

They are people with a lot of money, and they come here every few days to seek the help of the pastor.

The head of the Chimera... Although the quality of the drinks is not good, and the proprietress often buys and sells them by force, this place has indeed become the cheapest place nearby that can also provide priest services.

Not to mention those entertainment cities that set minimum consumption standards, this place is much cheaper than the church.

At this time, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and they were spontaneously separated by several meters.Everyone covered their mouths with towels and walked forward in silence. Whenever there was the slightest coughing sound on the empty street, everyone would be shocked and quickly leave the area.

Other urban areas are not bad, but in this seaport area where most people have no income in the middle of winter, infecting the plague means losing money and eliminating disasters.

And on the way home after the disaster relief, there is a possibility of re-infection...

But it turns out that this method of staying away from each other cannot stop the spread of the plague.

Up to now, no one knows what the transmission route of the plague is, and they don't understand why this thing will intensify.

"Have you heard that someone died on Laoyu Street, and the corpse was placed there, and no one dared to deal with it."

The whispers of the guests in the tavern caught Ada's attention.

"Dead!?"

She sat up: "Tell me what's going on in detail?"

Although the plague was raging in the city, it seems that no one has died of the disease so far.

The cost of treatment is not high, and there is no shortage of food.

He survived the famine and the civil war, so how could he be overwhelmed by such a small thing?

"Hey, you know the people on Old Yu Street," the customer slapped his palms in front of his nose, with a look of disgust, as if he didn't want to talk about their profession.