I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

"Miss Boss... That child, call you teacher?"

A guest came over, pointed to Rockefey who was sitting in the corner and was writing quickly on the paper, and asked in a low voice.

But he immediately realized: "That's right, the proprietress has already become a professor. By the way, what do you teach, you won't teach them all to become profiteers?"

The guest's words caused a burst of low laughter in the tavern.

The regular customers have long been aware of the proprietress' temperament.

Ada raised her eyebrows, filled with righteous indignation, and slapped the table with grief and shouted: "When did I become a profiteer, I have been doing things in a down-to-earth way, please be a diligent person!"

"Hahahaha, if you are really like this, then I am afraid there will be no bad people in the world."

The guests laughed, and the atmosphere in the tavern turned to joy.

Rockefeller glanced up enviously, falling into distressed memories: when was the last time someone laughed at home?

It must have been on All Saints’ Day last year. At that time, my father invited a group of clowns to perform at home, and one of the servants couldn’t help laughing—speaking of which, I haven’t seen that servant for a long time?

A figure stood in front of him, and the girl's clear and cheerful voice sounded:

"This is the Bingsi pear I made, would you like to try it?"

Rockefeller came back to his senses, and found that there was a bowl of pear soup with thin slices of ice in front of him, which was decorated with white fungus and sliced ​​cherries, which was very beautiful.

The ice was clearly the product of magic.

So nice, combining magic with good food.

However, the bowl is a bit worn out, and a piece of porcelain is missing, and the spoon is full of marks from people biting.

Triss looked at her monitor in a daze, and didn't comment on what she had made. She turned her head and hummed softly, and sent another bowl of Bingsi pears to the one who was in urgent need of a hangover after drinking the 'Heavy Punch' in front of the guests.

Because of the temperature difference, the cold pear soup made all the guests jealous, and another person immediately ordered:

"Give me a bowl of this too~"

"Okay, come!"

Here Rockefeller just made up his mind and planned to pick up a spoon to taste the pear soup, but unexpectedly, the pear soup was suddenly taken away by a pair of small hands and delivered to another guest's table.

Rockefeller: "????"

"Hmph, you don't want to eat it anyway, so I'll make you something else." Triss looked at the recipe hanging on the wall of her house: "How about deep-fried crispy meat?"

"Give me a piece of crispy meat."

"Me too, with more spices, thanks."

Immediately, two guests followed.

"Okay, then three-point crispy meat, come right away." The corners of the girl's eyes smiled, and with the white crystal ferret on her head, she ran to the kitchen again.

Rockefeller, who had been robbed of food, was not angry, but was surprised by this treatment—he had no such memory at all.

Sighing, he continued to lower his head to work on those test papers.

Although it is helping others to cheat, doing bad things is very attractive, especially for children with extremely strict tutors.

That gave him a refreshing feeling of tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time and rebelling against the adults.

Moreover, these papers were indeed very challenging, which aroused his determination to win.

Rockefeller continued to write in suspense.

"Speaking of which, the proprietress hasn't said what exactly you teach?"

Another person asked: "And this kid, who has been doing papers all the time, is he here to make up lessons?"

With her hands on her hips, Ada said something completely contrary to the truth against her will:

"Of course, I am knowledgeable and talented, and he came to ask me for advice."

"As for the subject to be taught, it is naturally swordsmanship."

As the girl said, she clapped her hands together and made a downward cutting movement.

The quite neat and heroic posture made the guests admire, and some people wondered: "But why have I never seen the proprietress use a sword?"

"Well, isn't that right?"

Ada pointed to the long sword hanging on the wall.

"what?"

A mercenary noticed that the sword was not an ornament, and after looking at it carefully, he made a suspicious sound.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while, before he said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Isn't this the sword of Commander Tavern?"

This sword was forcibly pledged here when Tavin Lance came here to seek revenge a few days ago, but he didn't bring enough money for the drink.

Ada smiled: "Ah, he gave me this sword, but I don't think it's a good one, it's not even a magic sword."

"The proprietress should be careful, he will never give this sword to anyone."

The mercenary had obviously heard some rumors, and explained: "His ex-wife was killed by this sword. After Captain Tavelens killed the murderer, he always kept it with him and remembered it all the time."

"Really?" Ada was stunned for a moment: "Now he's married again?"

Let alone the second marriage, he is still so afraid of his wife.

"Hey, mercenary, life and death are nothing more than normal."

The mercenary commented on his career in a pessimistic tone, sat back on the chair, and muttered: "But I have seen the second wife of the regiment leader, she looks exactly like his predecessor, but her personality has changed drastically. Yang... well, forget it, drink and drink!"

Ada nodded thoughtfully.

Opening a tavern is good, and I overheard a secret.

She doesn't believe that there are two people who are so similar in the world, there must be something inside.

But this is someone else's family business, so it's not good to take the initiative to investigate, and she is not that curious.

But if you can happen to catch up in the future, you can pay attention to it.

Just take it to satisfy your gossip heart.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and a group of more than a dozen people dressed in gold and silver walked in.

The leader ended up with a pipe in his mouth, crowding in front of the back, leaning back slightly when walking, and dragging his feet with the wind.

He scanned the tavern with his eyes, paused for a while on the head of the Chimera above his head, and grinned: "This kind of rubbish place..."

Afterwards, he focused his attention on the exceptionally beautiful proprietress, showing a look of indulgence without hesitation.

Ada drooped her eyes and wiped her glass with a rag.

She doesn't even have the desire to greet such a person.

"Hey! Give me a drink, that one of you here...'Heavy Punch'!"

He knocked on the counter with a hand full of rings, and when he took it back, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

The greasy feeling of patina and wine stains on the counter made his stomach a little queasy.

"100 crowns."

Ada drooped her eyelids and quoted a price twenty times higher than normal. After receiving a big ticket from the leader's servant, she took out a glass of amber liquid from behind the counter and raised her hand to slap it. Snap your fingers.

'Snapped--'

With the sound, the flame suddenly burned on it.

"That's it, do you understand?" The leader asked several of his subordinates left and right, and they all shook their heads in unanimous response.

"Tsk, it's useless, what a bunch of trash!"

After cursing, the leader put on a smirk again and said, "Miss, how did you light this glass of wine, why don't you sell the secret to me?"

Ada shook her head, and pushed the cup of burning 'heavy punch' in front of him, not wanting to talk to this person.

And even if she tells this secret, no one will be able to use it, because she is simply a flame ignited by her legendary thunder power!

"Tch, it's fine if you don't want to say it, sooner or later I will be able to research it myself."

The leader didn't say anything dead, put his hands back into his pockets, looked at Rockefeller who was sitting in the corner, immersed in solving the problem, snorted coldly, and walked out of the tavern without looking back.

Although Ada was curious about this person who suddenly came in and turned around for no reason, it was a good thing to earn a hundred crowns for nothing.

Looking at the cup of 'Heavy Punch' that was still burning, she licked her lips, feeling that it should not be wasted.

Speaking of which, she hasn't really tasted this stuff yet.

Thinking of this, Ada picked up the wine glass, took a deep breath, raised her neck and killed it.

"Hey cough cough cough—"

The proprietress covered her mouth and bent over to cough, with tears and snot running down her nose, causing the guests in the tavern to laugh loudly.

What kind of shit is this, it's too bad to drink!

Can this also be sold?Anyone who buys it must be sick! !

taste!The taste must be upgraded immediately!In recent days, the name of this wine has spread, and there must be some merchants imitating it, so hurry up and find a place to copy it!

Chapter 61. Ten Years of Dependence

Rockefeller is worthy of being a good student with both good character and academic performance.

He took great pains to answer all the papers without leaving a single word, and made a guarantee that 'although not all of them are correct, but at least he can pass'.

Ada was also very happy, and immediately dragged him to the backyard to teach him how to use swordsmanship until midnight.

When leaving, Rockefeller expressed his gratitude for Ada's way of sending her off, and declined:

"Don't worry, auntie, I won't get lost, and I'm already a low-level fighter. Ordinary crooks can't beat me."

Ada didn't continue to insist, but froze at the door.

Ah, auntie... she was actually called auntie...

This feeling, as if you suddenly find yourself getting older.

After the figure of the boy disappeared at the corner of the street, Ada looked at her daughter: "Am I very old?"

"Hee hee, mom is not old at all, just like my sister!"

Triss is not sweet-talking, she is telling the truth.

Altogether, Ada was only a dozen years older than her adopted daughter, and perhaps the youngest parent in their class.

But Triss's words still made her feel elated.

She picked up her adopted daughter, rubbed her face back and forth, and then ran upstairs, leaving behind a series of laughter in the corridor:

"Pinch haha, Xiao Te is so cute, you want to sleep with me tonight, let me check to see if you have grown up!?"

"No, no! Mom, you are too dishonest in sleeping, please let me go, let me go back to my room?"

The girl begged for mercy at first, but after seeing no results, she became obsessed with money again:

"The lights on the first floor haven't been turned off, it's expensive!"

"Xiaobai, go and turn it off!"

Accompanied by the girl's vicious voice, a cute white creature was thrown down the stairs.

The white crystal ferret squatted on the floor, looking at the switch that was more than one meter above the ground, which he couldn't reach anyway, and fell into a confused thought.

On the second floor, as a dignified mother, Ada was supervised by Triss. After washing her face and brushing her teeth and other cleaning activities, she finally got permission, slipped off and got into bed.

"Hey, once you do this, I feel refreshed again. How can I wash up before going to bed?"

In the bed, Ada was lying on her side and hugging her adopted daughter. Triss was not tall, and she hadn't reached Ada's chest yet. Her head was resting on her mother's arm, a ball, a small one.

"It should have been washed a long time ago, mom is too lazy!"

Triss put her hand on Ada's waist without a trace of fat, smelled the rich and familiar body fragrance at close range, and sighed contentedly.

But she regained her spirits immediately: "You don't wear pajamas when you sleep at night, what should you do if you catch a cold? If some bad guys come again, won't you be at a disadvantage?"

She remembered the morning when she was forcibly kidnapped by thugs after they broke into her home.

Girls are precocious, girls at this age are just when they have more ideas and like to preach.

But Triss's preaching is more like caring.