Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The roofs of hotels and restaurants are the most dilapidated, with serious water leakage, and cost the most time and money.But the effect that came out made everyone in the restaurant like it very much.

The five-story building is the tallest place in the civilian area of ​​Liberty City. Standing on a wide balcony, the continuous roofs are like low hills, leading to the castle of the city lord in the center in the distance.

The view is wide and the room is comfortable.

Two rooms are merged into one semi-open-air balcony. Half of the top is a large piece of glass and a wooden frame, which is connected with the floor-to-ceiling glass door. It only needs a simple blur spell to turn the glass room into a secret independent space at any time.

The room is warm and comfortable with simple wooden furniture, soft linen pillows, oil paintings and vases.

A few large green plants, hydrangeas and violets were moved in the inner and outer corners, and several tung tree lamps were all lit. In the hundreds of faint yellow candlelights, the blue, white, yellow, purple and red flowers complement each other, which is secretive and romantic.

Taking advantage of the night and cool breeze, it is best to order hot pot and barbecue outside the balcony, or have a tryst with your lover, and sit on the recliner in the room together to enjoy the starry sky outside the glass window at the top.

Taking advantage of the fierce momentum of hot pot, Richel launched a late-night barbecue activity, showing the unique advantages of the fifth floor to customers.

This time the monks clamoring to fast were strangely silent.

In fact, even Reston has fewer and fewer customers.

"What's going on these two days?" Richel wondered.

"I don't know." Hayer stood at the counter on the third floor, shaking his head with a notebook and a pen, "There are a lot fewer people walking this street."

Hastings' figure appeared at the crossroads on the corner of the street. Seeing Richel looking around at the door of the store, he quickened his pace and walked over.

"Master, the road at the intersection ahead needs to be renovated, and these two roads will be closed in the next few months."

"But this road is still very new." Richel was puzzled, put down his things and went out to look.

"There's too much money in the empire." Hayle poked his nose with the tip of the quill's tail to tickle, and followed with short legs, "I haven't seen anyone come in for a whole day, we have to How to do business?"

Just a few steps away, a man in the distance was holding a loudspeaker stone and shouting along the road.

"Attention nearby store residents, this road has to be re-paved and pedestrians have been banned in recent months."

"Attention nearby store residents, this road will be re-paved..."

The surrounding shop owners were also restless, and three or five gathered together to discuss with dancing.

Richel sighed and told them to go back, "Close the door first."

People want to renovate, and you can't help it.

They packed up the things in the passageway on the third floor, locked the door, and went back to the first floor. There were familiar people sitting at the table in the lobby.

"Richer, have you offended someone recently?" Grice asked excitedly.

"Why do you say that?"

"We overheard that uncle and the city owner seem to be discussing to take action against your restaurant."

Richel tensed up, "What action?"

"The specifics are not clear, and we are still negotiating with the empire." Renault interjected.

Adrian's face darkened, and Grice and Renault thought it was dissatisfaction with them, so they shrank and dared not speak.

Richel stood beside him, pinched his shoulder, and signaled him not to be angry.

After the people left, they called Hastings to discuss the future business plan of the restaurant.

Regardless of the future of Liberty City, the third floor was closed, and a group of nobles were lost. He spent nearly half of the money on the decoration of the second to fifth floors, so he had to find a way to attract new customers to get the funds back.

Richel discussed with Hastings and called Lesney.

"Is there a way for your space folding magic to go to the settlements of non-human races?" Even the city of Liberty must be intimidated by the power of the Human Empire, so the entire huge Human Empire cannot be spared.

The Necromancer nodded, telling them to follow.

Opening the door next door to 301, Lesney silently drew pictures on the door, a pattern flashed, and Lesney opened the door and invited them in.

Richel walked in, this was a person's home, all the kitchen utensils were shrunk and placed neatly and delicately on the table.He picked up one that looked like something a child would play at a house.

This is the domain of dwarves.

Lesney waved at the door. He had already opened the next door. Richel went over to look, and there was a huge gap with the exquisiteness just now. Opposite was an oversized door, and outside were two dragons that hadn't yet turned into human beings. Fighting in the open space, the roar of the dragon shook the world, and it felt like the house I was staying in was about to collapse.

Richel hurriedly covered his head and went out.

Then, the forest of elves, the swamp of witches, the capital of Fujin inhabited by Cyclops, goblin island, orc tribe, Gorza... Lesni opened ten rooms in a row, and couldn't stand it any longer, so he huddled into a nest in the corner.

The dragon egg rubbed against his face, pushed the skeleton shelf, and helped him move to the wall.

"Where's Adrian? Why haven't the posters been started yet?" Richel searched all over the restaurant but found no one.

"I don't know." Chelsea said, she switched hands and continued to support her head. When she was sleepy, she saw a dwarf jumping over.

"Richer, there are customers." She stood up and rushed over, almost scaring the dwarf away.

"What are you doing? Where is this place?"

He looked left and right at the unfamiliar environment, and his tribe was not in this style of decoration at all.

"What do you want to eat?" Chelsea hadn't seen any strange faces coming down the stairs for several days, and everyone was more enthusiastic than usual at the moment.

"I should have gone the wrong way. I strayed into the human territory. There is no intention to offend." The dwarf raised his hand with self-knowledge, showing that he was harmless.

All races live in harmony on the mainland, provided that they do not enter their respective territories and everyone is safe.

Chelsea grabbed it, lifted his plastered back collar, and threw it onto an empty table, "Just a question, do you want to eat?"

The dwarf was trembling, wishing he could curl up into a ball, and nodded quickly.

"Chelsea, don't scare people away." Richel hurried to stop, pulled the person aside, and put a menu in front of the dwarf.

"The City of Liberty gathers all major races, and there is no discrimination. You can stay here boldly and taste the delicacies made by humans."

"Really, but are the things made by humans delicious?" The dwarf muttered, picked up the menu, and ordered wine first.

Dwarves are similar to Cyclops. They dig and work all year round, and they like to drink and dance in the bonfire camp next to the mine.

It's just that they are better at fine work, have flexible business minds, giants forge iron tools, and are more simple and honest.

After ordering several kinds of spirits in a row, Richel recommended several appetizers to him, "Spicy and sour potato shreds, fried clams in oil, fried peanuts, pig's ears in sauce, tiger skin chicken feet..."

"Tiger skin chicken feet?" The dwarf had no objection to the previous ones. Except for this dish, he couldn't understand the literal meaning, so he repeated suspiciously, "Is it chicken feet wrapped in tiger skin?"

Richel closed the menu and said with a smile, "You will know when the time comes."

"Take them all to taste." The dwarf couldn't understand these, so he simply put the menu aside.

Richel brought up the other dishes first, and the dwarf washed his hands and grabbed the nearest potato shreds.

The first feeling in the mouth is sour, accompanied by a slight pain and numbness, the pain in the mouth sucks, and I swallow it after a few quick chews.

The whole mouth is burning.

"What is this, it's so unpalatable." He rubbed his nose, and quickly poured a strong drink into his mouth. Under the double stimulation, his brain produced an unprecedented sense of pleasure.

He couldn't help but grabbed another handful of shredded potatoes, this time he really tasted its hot and sour taste, as well as the crispness of potatoes.

After taking two sips of wine, the dwarf nodded repeatedly.

I threw another white slightly burnt thing into my mouth, it was crunchy, with a burnt aroma of roasted nuts, and the more I chewed, the more flavorful it became.

The salty taste on the surface is just right, and there is still a hint of sweetness, the pain just now, and the taste of fennel.

He chewed a few pills on the left side and a few pills on the right side, and kept throwing one pill into his mouth. After his mouth was dry, he poured wine into his mouth, feeling refreshed all over his body.

"Tiger skin chicken feet you want." Richel brought out the dish.

On a long dark wooden plate with rounded corners, there are brown-red and shiny chicken feet neatly stacked there, the skin is shrunken, and there are two light blue forget-me-nots with leaves on the side, which makes the whole plate more fresh live.

The dwarf licked his lips, which still smelled of peanuts and shredded potatoes.

But the taste is not as good as it is now.

The unique aroma of meat and the harmonious addition of various spices after stewing have given each other new life.

The dwarf picked up a chicken paw and pulled it lightly, separating the flesh and bones.

Geranium fennel is tangy, but not too much.Take a bite with your lower mouth, the fascia is easily torn apart, crispy and rotten, and the gluey feeling of chicken skin spreads in your mouth.

Because it has tendons, it is soft yet crunchy, and salty yet spicy. After swallowing it, there is still a slight aftertaste of sweetness in the throat.

After eating a chicken foot, he even chewed the chicken toe bone and ate it into his stomach.

Even the bones have that salty, spicy and fresh aroma.

"When did your store open, why haven't you seen it before?"

After eating and drinking enough, the dwarf looked at the decoration carefully again, and confirmed that it was really not like this before.

Who would have thought that there would be such a large space in a lonely log cabin.

"It's newly opened, welcome to bring a few more friends to taste it." Richel gave him a [-]% discount.

The dwarf nodded, and bought another bottle of spirits to take back.

"There are no races that live in Liberty City, and their living habits will basically not be assimilated by other races."

Hastings carefully analyzed with everyone: "If the dwarves come, recommend more appetizers; for the cyclops, it is best to prepare food with a large capacity and easy to fill; orcs like meat;

Kindred can stay all night as long as they have fresh blood;

Long Ai cares about a few copper coins, and has high requirements for food. It is best to introduce him to delicate and delicious snacks. They look expensive and taste delicious, but they are actually made of cheap ingredients; as for the elves, from me At the beginning of the restaurant, I only saw three or four, which can be ignored..."

Everyone nodded and took notes below.

Richel looked around, but still didn't see the person he wanted to see.

"In fact, other races do not have such high requirements as humans, and they have serious preferences in food. It is not too difficult to prepare dishes..."

Hastings was talking eloquently by the fireplace, occasionally glanced at Richel, and could see his worried eyes.

Until Adrian leisurely walked down the stairs from the third floor.

"A small meeting again." He said casually.

"Where have you been?" Richel asked.

"I went to find the old king." As soon as Adrian spoke, everyone in the restaurant surrounded him.

"What did he say?"

"Have you died of illness?"

"I was going to deal with him." It was just an ordinary human being, and the guards around him were no match for him. Even if he was injured, he could easily do it.

"But Isaac seemed to know that I would go and followed him all the time. I couldn't find a chance to make a move, so I had to come back."

Richel sneered, "Didn't you mean to cooperate with us, and secretly protect your master, neither side will lose money, and you can do business better than me."