Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Richel rubbed his arms, "Can you guys have a normal conversation, this is sugar."

"Candied?" The city lord sniffled curiously.

"No, it's sugar."

"Don't explain it to him so clearly, this guy likes to eat bacon and grilled fish." Adrian said, "Look at this candy, how about making you a barbecue?"

When Richel opened the clay pot, he always felt that a snake's letter would be spit out from the wide flat mouth and eat him in one bite.

The city lord's tentacles pulled out a piece from the clay pot, put it aside and smelled it, "It's really fragrant, it's completely different from what I've tasted before."

He took a sip, "It smells like love."

Adrian snatched the sugar and told him to stop talking nonsense and weigh it first if he wanted to eat it.

Weighed, a total of six pounds.

按照1磅有16盎司，1盎司糖能卖100银币的市场价来算的话，这些糖能卖9600银币。

That's nearly 10 gold coins.

Richer has never seen gold coins since he came here, and now he can own 10 gold coins all at once, feeling like he has suddenly become rich.

Adrian saw that he was barely getting it right, so he stretched out his arms and legs, patted the table, and said, "The one you licked just now is worth 400 silver coins."

The city owner's eyes widened dumbfoundedly: "I only licked it once."

"You don't even look at how big your tongue is." Adrian said confidently.

Both beards of the monster drooped down, and he said pitifully: "This year's weather is not good, tax revenue is not much, I have no money to repair my small pool, and my nails, dead skin on my face, fine lines on my body ..."

Just as I was about to continue complaining, I saw that the other party's expression was not very good, so I immediately changed my words: "But who made you my good neighbor."

He readily handed 10 gold coins to Richel, and sent the two of them out of the castle with a smile.

"Master Adrian, when will you leave the City of Liberty?" the city lord asked standing at the door, and immediately explained, "I have absolutely no other intentions. If you want to leave and go to other places on the mainland, I will I will be very reluctant to part with you, and will definitely hold a reception for you to see you off."

How could Adrian not know what he meant, narrowing his eyes slightly, and said, "Are you driving me away?"

The city lord immediately shook his whole body, making negative sentences from top to bottom.

"Absolutely, absolutely not, I have the heart to serve the adults. It is as strong as treating my favorite absinthe." He said with a mournful face.

Adrian was too lazy to chat with him, so he took Richer's hand and left.

Seeing that there was no one in sight, the city lord immediately told the housekeeper, "I'm going to visit my aunt's second uncle's little cousin right away, hurry up, don't let anyone stop me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of blue-black water steamed up, and when he looked again, there was no one in place.

Richel held 10 gold coins in his arms, like holding 10 gold bricks, walked back happily, and said excitedly: "If the sugar here is so valuable, we can do it in our spare time in the future, and earn 10 gold coins at a time. If you come here a few more times, it is not a dream to earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year."

"Then let's make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, and become a rich man in two years." Adrian echoed.

The two walked around while talking, and when they had visited the entire Midtown, they didn't see any sweet potatoes. Richer's dream of getting rich didn't persist for a day, and he declared bankruptcy.

"Sure enough, this kind of opportunity is rare." That's why sugar is so expensive.

"The current sweet potatoes are shipped from the mainland of Cambes. Many people buy them in small quantities, and they will be sold out soon. If we have to wait for the next batch to be shipped, it will take at least a few months. I don't know when the time comes. Will you be lucky and come across a stall selling sweet potatoes again." Richel sighed, "Let's open a restaurant honestly and do business."

Sure enough, being a chef is the most suitable for him.

Already having 10 gold coins, his mind couldn't help but become active.

He gathered the people in the restaurant and said, "I plan to decorate a few rooms on the second floor as private rooms for guests to eat. What do you think?"

Chelsea held a kitchen knife to manicure her nails, her square face and slender fingers were harmoniously reflected on the side of the shiny knife, "Just don't disturb my sleep."

"The second floor will not be open that night." Richel said, "I have checked carefully. There are 120 rooms on the second floor, and it is impossible to use all of them. Now there are many people who need to line up at noon and night to eat. I plan to tidy up first. Make 10 rooms, and then slowly plan whether to keep them empty or continue to use them according to the flow of people.”

"It's a bit difficult. The room is full of beds. When the time comes, I have to move out and buy new tables and chairs."

"When the time comes, ask the carpenter if those beds can be used for part of the money. I think they are all precious wood." Richel said, "Take your time."

After discussing the matter, Richel did not touch the room on Chelsea's side.Instead, from the other side of the stairs on the second floor, there are dozens of boxes decorated for guests.

At least after Chelsea moved in, there was no race here for a long time. The room was like a world of spider webs, and he couldn't even put his feet in. He only knew after hearing from Chelsea that there were some water magicians on the mainland.Because of their low rank and lack of talent, they are usually hired to clean the courtyards of noble families.

Richer thought he could call in someone to help in the future.But when he heard the news, he had basically swept away the cobwebs. The wardrobe and table could be used to put some wine bottles and cups. The moths were chopped for firewood, and the rest was to move the beds.

Richel cleaned the room upstairs, and Adrian, who had nothing to do, lay on the rocking chair in the yard, looked at Chelsea who was brewing wine, and asked, "Has Isaac contacted you recently?"

Chelsea shook his head, kept his hands in his hands, and said in a respectful tone: "The great magician not only found the Wizards Association, the Magicians Association, the Mercenary Association, the Exchange, the Treasure Hunter Liaison Office, the underground trading market... He spread the news, At the transaction price of 50 gold coins, I am afraid that no one will resist the temptation."

Adrian snorted impatiently, "Why is this kid so uneasy."

"If you don't want to be so troublesome, you can change it." Chelsea's wide and thin lips smiled, and it was almost invisible, leaving only a black hole.

Adrian's tentacles flicked and flicked in the yard, and suddenly hit the pothole in the corner.

After a slight squeak, when I lifted it up to look again, there was only a small empty hole left.

Adrian leaned back on the chair and shook it twice, "Elves are too indifferent, orcs are too rough, dragons are clumsy, dwarves are too small, humans are all sinister and cunning..."

"what--"

The two of them heard a scream in the yard, and Chelsea stopped, and when she looked up, the rocking chair was empty.

"Who was complaining to me just now?" She shook her head, carrying a huge wooden barrel on her small body, and walked towards the door of the underground storage room in the corner of the yard.

Richel screamed and ran out of the room in panic, and bumped into a thick chest the next moment.Adrian moved his wrist a little, and a skeleton standing opposite him was instantly shattered into pieces.

"It's okay, it's just a corpse." He hugged the person in his arms tightly and comforted him.

Richer was silent for a while, then got out of his arms, took a step back, gave a low cough, and in order to show his masculinity, he straightened his back, and explained: "I didn't expect that there was such a thing in the room." , I'm not afraid of cockroaches, mice, or even monsters."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the broken bones and pieces of cloth on the ground shaking tremblingly, and Richel let out a "fuck" in his heart, watching those brown-gray fragments glued together in the air into a whole, and turned into a whole again. Became a rag skeleton.

"Ghost!!" Richel shrank behind Adrian without thinking.

With a light tap of the wrist and foot, the fragile skeleton fell apart again and turned into powder.

Richel poked half of his head out from behind him, muttering "the heavens and the earth are spirits", and Adrian patted the back of his head.

"Honey, your breath makes my heart beat wildly." He rubbed his neck to ease the itch.

Richer turned his head to the other side, hooked his neck with one hand from behind, pressed his side neck with the other hand, let his breath hang on the back of his hand, rested his head on his shoulder, and looked at him with his eyes. Looking at the pile of dust, "Isn't it dead yet?"

"It doesn't appear to be."

While they were talking, a skeleton was slowly pieced together again, and half of its body had just been assembled before it was unceremoniously broken up by its arms and legs.

Reunited, broken up, reunited again, broken up again, and so on several times, the pile of bones can be dusted, and they can still be put together again.

At this time, in a pile of powder, two little finger bones held a yellowish white rag and waved it towards them.

"Is this surrender?" Richel stretched his neck and asked.

Feeling his blowing, Adrian's ears turned red suspiciously, and he brought him from behind to the front, and lightly bit his earlobe as punishment.

It was Richer's turn to feel uncomfortable, and wanted to leave, but he was afraid of the pile of skeletons, and still felt safe in this person's arms.

The powder gradually formed a pile of letters on the floor, which read: "Don't hit, no harm."

"Who are you?" Richel asked cautiously.

"The owner of this hotel."

Richer looked confused, "Didn't you die a long time ago?" After asking, he realized that there were only a bunch of skeletons in front of him.

"How do you prove that you are the owner of this hotel?"

The powder gathers and disperses, spelling out a sentence.

Richel looked at the letters on the ground, read out a series of words with unknown meaning, blinked, and asked Adrian: "What does this mean?"

Before the words fell, a flame rose in the fireplace, holding a log and howling.

"Master Lesney, you are finally back. Your cutest little poor boy was thrown into the kitchen by an octopus to be a coolie. He is disheartened all day long. He is more...more...more..."

"What's more?" Adrian looked at him sternly.

"I'm happier," the flame coughed out two wisps of blue smoke, and the whole fire turned translucent, almost disappearing in the low pressure. "I smell those delicious foods every day. What a wonderful thing. All thanks to the great Lord Adrian for making me shine in the kitchen."

The pile of skeletons had returned to its original form as early as when he complained, even the shriveled skin and moth-eaten rags that had stuck to the bones had returned to their original state.

When Lesney heard this, he seemed to be happy, but at the same time seemed to want to speak, his mandibles kept shaking, and he made a tooth-chattering bone-cracking sound.

Accidentally, he shook his head off.

Richel: ...

The skull rolled several times on the ground, Lesni groped forward to find his head with both hands, Richel kicked his skull lightly in front of him, and then let him put his head back on. went back.

The well-articulated finger bones raised, and the dust in the air gathered and scattered, and finally turned into a sentence, shining in the wisps of sunlight shining in from outside the window.

"Welcome to Hotel Hell."