Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Cleaning up the door, Richel asked Adrian and Jacob to watch, and sold the barbecue sauce in his hand. There were guests in the restaurant, and he was going to work in the back kitchen.

The original billboard was too shocking and attracted many people to stop, now they gathered around to join in the fun.

When Richer finished cooking the last pasta and came out of the restaurant, he saw Jacob leaning against the corner, drowsy.

"All sold out?"

"No, there are still a few cans left." Jacob yawned, looking at the empty table.

"what happened?"

Oversized doubts were written in Jacob's big eyes, he touched his head and said, "There were seven cans here a few minutes ago."

"Stolen?" Richel asked in surprise, and once again refreshed his understanding of the law and order here, "Where's Adrian?"

Jacob shook his head blankly, "He said he was going to have dinner half an hour ago, but he hasn't come out now."

Saying that everyone will be there, Adrian stretched out of the restaurant, saw the clean tables, and said with satisfaction: "It's all sold out."

Immediately afterwards, he greeted Richel's murderous look, "Where have you been?"

"Too boring, I went to the back to catch up on sleep." He felt something was wrong, "What's wrong?"

"The barbecue sauce was stolen," Jacob blamed himself, "because I fell asleep too."

Adrian said angrily: "Which thief dares to steal our things!"

Richel looked at him indifferently.

"It's definitely not me." The octopus raised its three wrists and toes, and swore emphatically.

"Since I started cooking, you have been thinking about their taste." Richel said with a headache, "How many times have I said that the sauce will be made for you after I buy the chicken, and it won't take long. Eat it dry, the taste is heavy, and it's not delicious."

"It's really not me." Adrian thought of something, "It's definitely the two goblins on the opposite side. They even dug a tunnel to peep. They just blocked the hole with stones yesterday. Today they came to steal thing."

"Goblin?" Richel looked opposite, the two goblins closed early today, and the doors and windows were closed, leaving only a light shining through the corner window.

There was no one on the left or right, the street was pitch black, and three shadows ran to the opposite side on tiptoe, showing three heads one after another, lying on the window to see what was going on inside.

Inside, two goblins are reporting the latest results to their master.

"Master, we have earned 500 silver coins this month." As he spoke, he stepped forward respectfully holding a silver coin.

A pair of vicissitudes of hands were exposed in the straight and elegant tan woolen cloth. The hands were folded and were covering a crutch. On the thumb of the right hand, there was also a copper ring engraved with a beautiful rose pattern.

Further up, it was blocked by windows, and Richel looked around hard, but still couldn't see clearly.

The hand wearing the ring lightly grabbed the silver coin, and said in a hoarse and low voice, "You owe me so many gold coins, and you only pay this?"

The goblin was trembling, and immediately took out two cans of things, flattering him: "The money was spent on this. Countless ingredients were spent, and after countless experiments with blood and tears, this unique barbecue in the world was finally carefully prepared. Sauce, the taste is amazing, I guarantee you will want to eat it again after eating it.”

Richel: This slogan is even more slippery than what he said.

"It will definitely sell well in the future, and then return your money, Master."

"If you had this IQ, you wouldn't have signed a master-servant agreement with me." The old man said lightly.

"We... we learned from the restaurant opposite..."

"No, as hard-working porters, we thoughtfully changed the place where the sauce was sold from under the eaves of the wind and rain to our restaurant." The goblin held the barbecue sauce, his eyes sparkling.

The skinny hand was about to grab it, when Richer overturned the window and exclaimed, "It's the first time I've seen the idea of ​​stealing something so fresh and refined, pay the money, or go to jail, choose one."

Seeing him, the two goblins panicked and hid behind the old man.

The old man's eyes were cloudy, and when he looked at him, his eyes were dull. Richel couldn't tell what it was like, but it was very strange and made people feel creepy.

The old man moved his folded fingers on the crutch, and Adrian knocked the old man down with one tentacle, and never got up again.

The eyes of the two goblins widened. Their master for so many years was beaten to death like this?

The debt accumulated for so many years... They looked at each other in surprise, and there was no need to pay it back.

"This is a zombie, the necromancer who manipulated him is not here."

"We have a necromancer in the restaurant," Jacob said, referring to Lesney.

"It's him?" Richel looked at the two goblins, rubbed his chin, and said, "Looking at these two goblins, it's really possible."

Lesney, who was peeping at them all the time, quit immediately, and emerged from the broken window with a big "no" above his head.

He's a very picky necromancer.

Richel took him into the room and said with a smile, "Why are you always so withdrawn, you want to come over with us and talk directly?"

Lesni held the scythe, his gray skull hidden in the hood of the black cloak, curled up in a ball and motionless.

"It's not him." Adrian took off the ring on the old man's thumb and said while playing with it, "Not from Liberty City."

Richel didn't know about this either, and said to the goblin, "Either give me back my barbecue sauce, or pay for it."

"No money." The goblin opened his eyes wide and said innocently, "All the money I earn is mine."

Adrian struck down with one wrist, and the goblin immediately offered five bottles of barbecue sauce with both hands.

"How about two more bottles?"

"I swear by my dead master, there are really no more." The two goblins said.

"Your master is dead, what's the use of swearing on him."

"Forget it, what is this?" Richel didn't expect that someone would steal this, "Go back."

After tossing around for most of the night, he still has things to do the next day.

The ten hotel rooms on the second floor of the hotel have been remodeled. The round tables and chairs have already been moved in. The wallpaper has been torn off to restore its original rough light gray rock pattern, which has a unique beauty instead.

Cleaning out the fireplace, he let the flames light the fires in ten rooms, to remove the musty smell that had accumulated in the rooms for many years.

All that was left was to replace the drapes that turned gray at the touch of a touch, sand down the remaining paint on the six pages of windows to the original wood color, and hang up new ginger drapes.

The few paintings that were originally hung on the wall were kept, and then a few clumps of small blue flowers were dug from the door and placed in flowerpots for decoration in the room.

He also had Jacob forge some blunt swords and shields to decorate over the fireplace so that the room would not look empty.

Simple and unpretentious, there is a touch of warmth.

After finishing all the work, it was rare for Richel'an to take a break and drink some water. Adrian complained, "I never felt that human life would be so tiring."

"Who doesn't get tired?" Richel moved his arms, approached and asked curiously in a low voice: "Is it easy to be a devil?"

"But without you." Adrian took the opportunity to pinch his chin and kiss him.

Richel bit his lip lightly and pushed him away, "Don't try to take advantage of me all day long."

Turning his face around, he suddenly saw a shadow sneaking by the door, and he suddenly felt guilty of being caught doing something bad.

"Lesney?" he called tentatively.

The shadow ran away in a flash.

The tentacles of the octopus slid from the side and back along the shoulders to the neck, slowly rubbing his round chin, "Even if you are dead, you still spy on other people's lives every day."

"Be quiet." Richel patted his arms and feet away, only looking at this man with a serious face, the arms and feet under the robe always slipped where they shouldn't go.

Chelsea, who was watching the store behind the counter, was sleeping with her hands propped up little by little. The magic wand was slowly spinning in the air, and a string of golden sparks lit up along the wooden stick, piecing together a sentence.

"That dwarf is here again."

"Which dwarf?" Richel wondered, the shrunken skeleton of Lesney was the shortest here, but Chelsea wouldn't call him that.

A child curled up with pale pink arms and feet, "This is it."

"This is a customer who came to our store before." Richel still remembered the big ruby ​​on this man's waist, and was almost blinded by it.

Hayle's limbs and neck were strangled so tightly that he couldn't move at all, and he still stared at Richel with hatred on his face.

"Is he my long-lost son?" He asked in a daze, otherwise, how could he hate him so much if we met by chance.

After hearing this, Chelsea was no longer sleepy, and immediately looked up excitedly, gossiping, "Where is your son?"

Adrian shook his tentacles, "I'm sure he outlived you."

"He looks like five or six years old." Richer suddenly realized, "Dwarfism."

"He looks like a dwarf?"

"That's definitely a dwarf," he concluded, adding, "Poor dwarf of dwarves."

Hayle couldn't take it anymore, "I'm a vampire!" He said, showing two sharp teeth.

"Such a cute tiger tooth." Richel wanted to touch it.

Hayle felt offended.

He roared angrily, his body turned into black mist and bats, escaped from the entanglement of his arms and legs, gathered on the side table again, and became a person.

"I am Prince Hail, you stupid half-humans, how dare you offend my majesty!"

"Say it as if you were a human being."

As soon as the words fell, his entire figure was crushed into ashes by the tentacles.

So brutal.

Chelsea picked out her ears, grabbed her magic wand and went upstairs to her room to continue sleeping.

When he reappeared, Haier's figure was already at the door, and before Richer's eyes caught his running track, the blood racer was hooked by his arms and legs again.

"This bug runs pretty fast."

"Let go of me! Come on, hurry up, there is a murderer here!"

Hayle was so angry that he punched and kicked him in the air.

With a bang, two cans of BBQ sauce fell from him.

The six eyes looked at each other.

"I picked it up on the road." He put his hands on his hips, his eyes were fierce, his confidence was lacking, and his eyes were winning.

"Why are you still standing there, Adrian? Throw him into the water, wash him, coat him with egg liquid, sprinkle with bread crumbs, put it in the pan and fry it, the kid next door will definitely cry." Richel said with a smile .

Hayle looked at him in astonishment, not expecting this man to be so inhuman.

There was a sound of running outside the door, and some missionaries and soldiers in black robes surrounded them.

"How dare you disrespect Master Hayer, let him go!"

"I have sensed several evil auras that are entrenched in this restaurant. The murderer who can kill Earl Andus is definitely in this restaurant."

The corners of Richel's mouth twitched, "How many people have been wronged to death by you in Liberty City by judging the case so hastily?"

"It's the two of them, especially him," Hayle's chubby finger pointed to Richel, "he's the mastermind! Lock him up!"

Richel picked up the barbecue sauce on the ground, "Then dear Lord Hayle, can you explain, seven cans of the barbecue sauce I started selling last night were stolen, and five were filled in the goblin's restaurant across the street. Two cans, why are you here?"