Chapter 79: Overlord meal

　　 The arguing and absorbing sound from the hall of the food hall interrupted Sean's thinking.
　　 "Sir, there are thirty-seven coppers in total. Who of you pays for it?"
　　 "I came out in a hurry today. I didn't bring any money. I helped us keep the account. Just remember my Porter Lang's name and return it to you together tomorrow."
　　 "Sorry, Mr. Porter, we are a small business and we don't have any credit."
"Little Eller, I haven't seen you for a few days. I'm so capable. Mr. Porterang said that when he keeps the book, he just keeps the book. Can you still miss the dozens of coppers? Don't go out to inquire, our brothers eat and drink When you have the habit of paying, invite us to go, it depends on our mood, eating here with you today is to take care of your business, don’t get too far."
"I also work for people here. We are all neighbors on the same street. Don't make it difficult for anyone. Let me be the master of our boss. Today we only charge a capital, everyone. You only need to pay thirty coppers."
"Yeah, your upper lip hits your lips, and the seven coppers are gone. It seems that your business is very profitable. A meal earns us seven coppers. It's black-hearted enough. Let's see how these black-hearted businessmen get from us. How much money was snatched from the hands."
"That can’t be said. Thirty coppers are only used to buy food. Everyone knows that now the price of food is one a day, and old customers have to make the decision for us. If we buy food with ten coppers, we will definitely not follow the trend. The price, no matter how high the outside price is, is calculated on the basis of ten coppers, until the next batch of new grains, even if it is for the God of Truth, we can pat our chests and say the right thing about our conscience."
"This point Eller said is true. I, Walkson, can testify that the price of the food we eat here, especially in the past few days, is cheaper than the skyrocketing food outside. Otherwise, my wife is shrewd. Spend an extra copper for me to eat outside, but I am a crude person and can't settle accounts. I don't know how many coppers are saved. Anyway, eating here is more full and more comfortable than eating at home."
"This is to tell the truth. Your family and my family are virtuous, half a eldest and half eldest girl. Seeing the food, each one has green eyes, like a group of little wolf lambs. Slow your hands. I licked it for you. It’s no surprise to be full. Until I found this good place, I could finally have a full meal and work hard. To tell the truth, I ate here for two weeks. He saved a total of ten coppers, ten coppers, and they don’t need to be handed over to the tigress at home. This is the life of his wife."
　　 "There is such a thing? Why don't I know?"
"You old bachelor, it's if you know it, a little money is either turned into cat pee, or thrown on a woman's belly. There is a copper that can be kept until the next day? Even if you let you eat and drink for free every day, you This is also the virtue."
　　 "People who live for a while, the picture is not just a happy one, if I die on the street one morning, wouldn't it be cheap for an old like Old John, and even the money of the dead?"
"Don’t look down upon the old John. They didn’t steal, didn’t them, and didn’t give money for the third watch. They all rely on their own strength to eat. If they have spare money, they won’t be in vain and will buy one. Bo Xi, find a place to dig a pit and bury it, so that the body will not be ruined by wild dogs. I haven't seen many homeless people. Even if I starve to death, he will leave three or two coppers on his body. This is called burial money. ."
"Everyone is dead, and it doesn't matter where he is buried, I heard that the Odin orcs on the other side of the mountain do not come here at all. After death, they are all left in the open, waiting for the wolf giant eagle. Come to peck and say that this is a way to return to the grassland. I think this set is worth promoting, and it saves a lot of things."
　　 "You are talking about the savages of the savages. Why don't you say that those savages have no sense of family at all, and women can use their tents as they please? Others' sons will be raised as their own!"
　　 "This is also worth promoting. If it is really allowed, I will be the first to drill in your house?"
　　 "You are looking for death, right? You say something nonsense, be careful I tore your mouth."
　　 "Just kidding, I didn't say anything? So angry?"
　　The conflict between the young lobby manager and the local ruffians who ate the king’s meal stopped, and those who spoke out of righteousness were fighting hard.
　　 Eller arched his hands in circles and said, "Thank you for your fairness, and wait a moment for me to invite you to drink lamb soup."
　　 "Drink lamb soup? What is this way to eat? I have never heard of it! Isn't the scent floating behind you the lamb soup you said? It's really unique! Just smell the taste, I can’t wait."
　　 "I have only heard of grilled lamb chops, but I have never heard of lamb soup, Eller, are you too stingy? If you want to ask us to eat lamb chops."
"You are too greedy. Some people are still not satisfied with the treats. They are still picky, and they may decide whether the boss is happy or not. At that time, Ayler will have to pay for it by himself. There is an old lady and younger sister in his family to support. , Wait a minute, you guys have to keep your mouth and don’t eat too hard."
　　 "Come on, you can eat the best among us, and one person is worth three people. You control yourself, better than anything."
These diners are also big-hearted masters. Not only are they not afraid of the ruffians and hooligans, they crooked the building at the moment of talking, which makes the people who mess on the street feel very shameless. The most important thing is to do their business. It's a face, if they lose face, it will be difficult for them to continue to mix.
A tall man, just sixteen or seventeen, a young man with acne-prone face, he slapped the table and jumped up, his index finger almost pierced Eller’s forehead, and said angrily: "Eller, count You kid is ruthless, you even invited a group of stupid old men to dinner, and didn't give our brothers a lot of face. It seems that your shop doesn't want to open this street anymore!"
　　 Facing a young man who is a head taller than himself, Eller is not afraid, at least on the surface, because he knows that his new boss is watching from above, and he must be worthy of the trust and salary that the other party has given him.
The most important point is that he doesn’t know much about this young boss, but Eller knows the appetite of the opponent, and he doesn’t shy away from them in physical training. If he doesn’t have a knight-level body, he would kill Eller. Do not believe.
Eller was fortunate to have seen each other’s archery skills. Those veterans he knew in the tavern who liked bragging could not reach that level. There was a knight-level marksman standing behind him. Eller would be afraid of these few. The influx of the little land ruffian is hell.
The young lobby manager righteously said: "Today we are going to discuss matters, not the question of how much money is less. You pay for meals, it is natural and righteous. Whether it is going to the Constitutional Court or the spiritual side of the church, we are all justified. I invite you. Eating is a personal relationship, my volition, and my freedom. You can't force me to invite you to dinner, right? Do you think this is the truth?"
　　 "That's right, it makes sense wherever it goes. I have never heard of forcing people to entertain a meal. I can't take out 37 coppers. Why are you still out?"
　　 "Who is the stupid old man? Who is the stupid old man? There is a thing that no one teaches in life. Who is the blind guy who hasn't clamped his crotch and leaked your unfilial thing? Mouthful!"
"The young and young people now go back more and more, eating a Bawang meal that is so unqualified. I think back then, when we were muddled, we were looking for those who were rich and indifferent, and I had never seen indiscriminate ones. "
"It's just a group of little rascals who can't get on the table. With their strength, they don't do business all day long. They eat and drink everywhere. They can't mix in the street on the east side. They ran to us to play sideways. How can I compare with my old brother!"
At this point, the people who are still hanging around in the restaurant are obviously not good stubbles. They are muscled and have a fleshy face, and their arms are thicker than ordinary thighs. When speaking, they don’t carry half of the dirty words, but they are also mean. , The group of young people who deliberately picked things out of thunder, many involuntarily touched the murder weapon they brought.
However, he was stopped by the middle-aged man named Porante. He is an old man who has been on the street for many years. He is experienced and clearly noticed something is wrong. The diners around him are not like mere words of justice. Suddenly, is there an omission in his investigation? The owner of this store is not as simple as he might seem to see?
But now they are riding a tiger with difficulty ~EbookFREE.me~ Just like Eller said, this is no longer a matter of thirty-seven coppers, but involves their faces. If they shrink now, they won’t be on this street in the future. The upmix has gone down.
　　 Polente arched his hands, his face full of fleshy flesh, he squeezed out a smile and said: "Forgive me for being blind, I don't know where to beg for food? Is there any misunderstanding in the middle?"
　　 "You are telling the truth. You are really clumsy. Where else can I beg for food? Of course, it is here to beg for food. Why don't we run here to sleep?"
"Obviously a silly old man pretends to be a civilized person. It is justified to pay for meals. If you can't pay, don't eat out. You only have one choice now, that is, to pay and get out. If you really can't afford it. , It doesn’t matter. There should not be enough staff here. I think so many tables have not been cleaned. One person working here for a day can almost offset today’s meal expenses, right? Mr. Eller."
　　 "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The young lobby manager Eller nodded repeatedly with a dazed expression, and the style was a bit wrong.
He just wanted to use a bowl of mutton soup to bribe these old customers, to help speak a few words of justice, and to support himself, but the effect of this bowl of mutton soup is so great that they directly attracted the hatred. .
"You are looking for death." Polante can bear it, but the little brothers he brought can't bear it. They usually play sideways on the street and others avoid three-pointers. When will people be so mercilessly humiliated. Then, the short and thick man threw out with a low growl.
　　 Although this man has a temper a little bit irritable, he is not stupid. He knows that persimmons have to be squeezed softly. The target is not the tallest diners with the cheapest but long mouths, but the thin young lobby manager Eller.