I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

The people who live here, as the name suggests, are responsible for cleaning up the sewer sludge. They often smell bad and never communicate with the outside world.

Although their wages are low, they are stable, and they have continuous income even in winter, and when they clean up the mud underground, they often find some abandoned valuables.

It can be said that they are not short of money.

Ada was puzzled. It stands to reason that they do not have contact with the outside world.Rich people shouldn't be the first to die, right?

But I heard the customer explain: "Because of the smell, most of the silt diggers live alone. The guy who died should be too sick to get out of bed, and others don't know his condition... When they find out, they are already dead. It's been a few days."

Ada suddenly understood.

Those who live alone are not safe. After being infected, they are the ones who are more likely to die.

So far, the first day after being infected with the plague is only coughing, which is easily overlooked in the middle of winter.The symptoms of fatigue and dizziness will appear on the second day. If you are a little lazy and fall asleep at this time, you will basically not be able to get out of bed on the third day.

From this point of view, there may be more dead people in the city who have not yet been discovered.

"Well, we don't care about those people, let's focus on what's in front of us." Ada waved vigorously, pulled out the latest comics from Los Angeles Publishing House from under the counter, and put the tripod on the counter to read them leisurely.

As long as you don't think about it, your mind won't be troubled.

She can only take care of the neighbors who live nearby as much as she can, and she can't take care of others.

'Jingle Bell--'

The bell hanging at the door rang, and a man in black walked in with a small box hanging on his stomach.

The suitcase was fixed on his shoulders by the straps, like a schoolbag carried upside down. On his face was a crow mask with a very protruding beak, and even his eyes were covered by glass lenses.

"No one wants to buy your stuff here, get out!" Ada glanced up and pointed impatiently at the door.

She could tell at a glance that this was a guy who came to sell all kinds of strange products.

As the proprietress of the bar, it is naturally obligatory to protect customers from the interference of these small traders.

The salesman was obviously used to this kind of hospitality, looked around at the attire of the guests in the tavern, snorted and turned his head arrogantly, but before going out, he still shouted: "The pure white potion of the Lord of Light can only save those who believe His people, 5 crowns a tube, can cure plague and all diseases!"

After all, he no longer hesitated, closed the door and strode away.

The guests in the tavern looked at each other, then shook their heads in unison, and no one chased them out to buy this magical potion.

For them, if they want to heal a disease, it is obviously more suitable to be in the head of the Chimera. Here, as long as they order a glass of the cheapest ale, they can get a genuine treatment from the priest.

And the potion cost 5 crowns, and it might not be effective-maybe some liar is making a fortune for the country!

Reasonably speaking, if a special potion is really developed now, even if it is a little more expensive, it will be looted by people.

Because this means that as long as you have the potion in hand, you can hide at home and not come out, so you won't be infected with the plague.

It's better than taking the risk to come to the tavern and then go back, right?

The guests in the tavern continued to chat in low voices, but the old prostitute sneaked up to Ada's side.

"...Why?" Ada shook her leg, threatening: "Will you believe me to pay your medical insurance card arrears?"

"Oh, oh... the way you read the book seriously without talking, you really look like my daughter..." The old prostitute recovered from his trance, shook his head and sighed.

Ada laughed out loud: "Ha, your daughter? How could you, an old fellow, have a daughter? Unless some old friend didn't take proper measures and had an accident?"

When we first met, he was just an old bachelor, wondering all day long which brothel had a woman with a thin waist and a big butt, how could she be a person who had children or even married?

"It's true! When I was 12 years old, a woman willingly conceived me." The old prostitute wanted to swear, but he couldn't help laughing when he saw the girl's unbelievable expression.

The dead are gone, so what's the use of saying this.

He shook his head, turned the subject around, and said in a low voice, "When the salesman came in just now, I also cast a magic spell on him... Guess what? He really wasn't infected."

"Is that so?"

Ada sat up with a look of surprise on her face.

The plague has developed to the present, and there are very few people who walk into the tavern who are not infected.

And if the salesman wants to sell things, he must go door to door and keep walking on the street.

In this case, he can still keep himself from getting sick. Could it be that his medicine is really effective! ?

"I gonna go see."

Ada stood up, threw the comic book back to the counter, put on a cotton coat and went outside.

Outside the door, the cold wind blows against the face, and the footsteps on the freshly fallen snow make a sound.

Just a few steps away, an elf with a familiar natural fragrance fell to his side from above.

It is Deep Shadow.

"What are you doing, bring me one." The elf hugged Ada's arm without any explanation, and the two cuddled tightly.

Now the prophecy she made has been read to the end.

Not only her, but even Ada also wanted to know why the Moon God made such a prophecy that could teach Deep Shadow Fel magic.

Therefore, as long as the elf has time, he will huddle on the second floor and quietly interpret.

But the progress is slow.

First, it is far away from the forest, and Deep Shadow cannot completely calm down and enter a higher level of state; second, Omeril will often take her to go shopping...

To be reasonable, this Princess Yuelan is not so difficult to get along with, except that she is easy to make herself angry in front of Ada, she speaks super nicely, is funny and humorous at other times...

Chapter 345. Efficacy of gin

"The pure white potion of the Lord of Light, only saves those who believe in him, 5 crowns a tube, can cure plague and all diseases!"

The small salesman was hawking loudly in the almost deserted street, whenever the merchants opened the door, he would go in and yell, but there were very few buyers.

Not many people will be fooled until the medicine is proven to be effective.

And how could it be possible for a real special drug to be sold for such a small amount of money?

The people on Chimera Street, under the training of a bad proprietress, have already had a deep awareness of all kinds of deception.

Promoters are also depressed.

Obviously, I can get good income in other places, but why no one buys it here?

Then I heard the girl's shout from behind: "Wait a minute, that liar, wait a moment!"

So the salesman stopped gladly and turned around.

Although a certain title in that shout was very interesting, he still decided not to miss this opportunity.

"Let's have a look, ladies."

He lifted the lid of the wooden box in front of his chest, and there were neat yards inside, about half of the amount of potions left.

'Chachachacha——'

Accompanied by the sound of stepping on the snow, the tall girl was full of energy, and quickly ran to him. Before he had time to react, she grabbed a bottle of potion and held it under the street lamp. Guang looked at the transparent liquid inside.

"Not cold?"

Ada was a little surprised.

In this kind of severe cold weather, even the water stored in the room will freeze if you don't pay attention. The potion is only stored in a wooden box without any measures to keep warm. How can it be safe and sound?

The salesman explained in a very proud tone: "This is the potion that the God of Light personally blessed, of course it is genuine, and it will not be frozen so easily."

Ada immediately exposed his lie: "Personally? Your god of light is busy?"

How could a god personally do such a small thing.

What's more, what kind of God of Light sounds very powerful, but she has never even heard of such a god system on the mainland, so she probably made it up randomly?

Seeing the peddler's sneer after being exposed, Ada was also very bored.

She thought that there really was a special drug, but it turned out to be just a coincidence.

But this potion is not frozen, it is quite miraculous.

"How much is it, I'll buy one and try it out." Ada uncorked the medicine bottle, held it up to her nose and sniffed it.

"Five crowns." The peddler stretched out his hand in front of the girl, thinking to himself that he had caught another fat sheep.

Ada looked at that hand with surprise in her eyes: "Why, you have never been married at first glance."

As he spoke, he bowed his head to the side.

It is the performance of a good man to hand in all his salary.

Of course, real men still have to keep a little private money to keep themselves decent.

Half a small canine tooth appeared in the corner of the girl's mouth, and she touched her butt pocket happily.

Then he was touched by the elf lover who had already seen through everything.

Now it is replaced by Deep Shadow.

The elf flicked his ears, counted the stack of change, and under Ida's painful gaze, he took out a 10-kroner note and handed it to the vendor, saying generously, "You don't need to look for it."

After speaking, he returned the remaining money to his friend.

The seller was already happy in his heart, thinking that there is such a good thing?

Although the private money was lost and recovered, seeing that she actually spent money to buy something, Ada struggled and covered her chest: "My heart is so painful, I feel like I have lost something very important!"

"Then let me rub it for you?" Deep Shadow extended a hand out friendly.

Under the seemingly concerned face, there is a dark heart hidden.

Ada slapped her face, and refused stiffly: "No, I will bleed out more after you rub it."

The peddler frowned suspiciously: Are these two girls flirting in front of him?

Speaking of which, the elves are really open... Although this elf is very plainly dressed, it must be an emerald elf, right?

Only the Emerald Bay elves can accept this newly emerging concept of free love from the human kingdom, and quickly carry it forward.

Then I saw the human girl suddenly raised her neck and drank the medicine in one gulp.

"How?" He asked: "Do you feel a flame rising from the belly and flowing to the limbs? That is the divine power of the God of Light at work."

After finishing speaking, he knocked on the wooden box in front of his chest and signaled to her with his eyes, should he also buy a bottle for his elf lover?

But after Ada smacked her lips, she couldn't help laughing: "Isn't this just gin mixed with water?"

After finishing speaking, he carefully tasted the remaining liquid in the medicine bottle, and added again: "The gin was mixed with [-]% water, or boiling water, which actually evaporated part of the alcohol."

No wonder it had to freeze.

This time it was the peddler's turn to be astonished: "You know a lot, customer?"

"Nonsense, that's what I do!" Ada pointed to the tavern not far behind her.

The peddler didn't understand: "Are you a pharmacist?"

"I'm selling fake wine, idiot!"

The girl's answer directly confused the peddler.

But Ada persisted, and continued to ask: "Why do you pour boiling water in here, isn't it good to just tap water?"

"I-I'm thinking about cleaning up..." The peddler murmured.

Deep Shadow glanced at his friend contemptuously: Look, the counterfeit medicine sellers are more moral than you.

This kind of contempt for Ada was not happy, and quickly pointed out the difference between the two: "It's just wine mixed with water, and such a small bottle is so expensive, you are making huge profits with this thing?"

After finishing speaking, he stared back at the same elf.

Did you see, there is a big glass of my own wine, and it only sells for 2 crowns.After doing this calculation, will my moral standard be infinitely raised all of a sudden?

"Hehe." Deep Shadow smiled.

Is your morality so impoverished that you can only find superiority in those who sell fake medicines?

Ada was utterly thwarted.

With morality comes weakness, and the girl secretly decided that she must work hard to get rid of such meaningless things in the future.

Then Zheng Se asked about the business: "Since it's a fake drug, how could you not be infected?"

Because the counterfeit wine and counterfeit medicines are in the same industry, the peddler completely let go of his guard and touched the crow mask on his face: "I think it should be this, I made it myself...Look, I am in this long beak Fill it with a lot of charcoal, so the air I inhale will be filtered, so... the virus shouldn't be able to infect me, right?"

"That's it..."