Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 83

The light blond hair of the man in front of him was shining brilliantly, as bright as the smile on his face, but Richel felt that there was a strange evil in this man.

"You can call me Yusa, and I am currently serving as a priest in this monastery." He introduced himself, "The place where you are standing now used to be the room of Father Matthew."

Richer's heart skipped a beat. He had heard this name from the nun at Saint Laurent Abbey.

He paced close to Adrian, with his back turned to him at the moment, and Richel didn't know how he would react when the man said the word "outsider".

"Don't be restrained, sit down." You Sa looked at him enthusiastically, "Just now I was talking with your partner about your adventures at Shi White's house."

It was only at this moment that Adrian felt his approach, grabbed the hand of the person beside him, and exerted a little force. Richel fell on his lap, with one arm bound around his waist, unable to move.

As long as Adrian thought about it, he had no power to fight back at all.

Richel secretly broke free, seeing Adrian's serious face, he became quiet.

"You will be very happy to see me here today." You Sa kept his eyes on Richel since he entered the room, "Have you heard of the 'Spiritual Transformers Research Association'?"

Richel shook his head. He didn't know this kind of thing, but from the name and his own situation, he could basically guess what it was for.

You Sa's explanation was concise and to the point, "It's a group of overfed people who are tired of living in this world and discovered the existence of people like you. So I arrested you to study how to get to another world."

After a pause, he added: "In a normal, healthy state." Not a soul going to heaven or hell.

Richer's face was expressionless, and his hands were twisted together unconsciously.

A cold hand covered his, gripping him tightly.

Richel's heart suddenly became quiet.

"Adrian, you can think about the cooperation I mentioned just now, and you don't have to answer me so quickly." You Sa turned sideways and reached into the gap between stacks of books.

Richel thought he was going to take something, but when Adrian stood up with his arms around him, he realized that the man was feeding a crow.

Obviously meant to drive away.

The two walked out of the room and down the stairs.The outside was still lively, and they were busy socializing while pushing cups and changing glasses. Richel glanced at it hurriedly, and followed Adrian back to the kitchen.

Chelsea and the others were drinking from the specially reserved three-cup chicken mug, with their hands on Hastings' shoulders, giggling at the magician's bragging.

Richel silently cleaned the kitchen utensils and put them away one by one. Hastings glanced at him, moved Chelsea's hand away, and went to help.

"It's okay, there's not much, I can pack it up." Richel said.

Hastings didn't speak, and still held the colander to flush the water, wiped it dry, and put it in the box.

"Master Richel, I have an idea." He said, "about the chopsticks training class."

"Sorry, Xiao Hei, I'm not in the mood to think about this right now."

Hastings slowed down, holding the rag.

After packing up all the things, everyone got into the carriage and drove along the path from the back door to the gate, and they could faintly hear the elegy coming from the monastery.

Majestic and sad, heavy and oppressive.

The sporadic lights in the restaurant were turned off one by one, Richel was lying in a corner, the side of the bed collapsed, Adrian lifted the quilt and let himself into the quilt.

Arms wrapped around him as usual, holding him in his arms, Richel turned over and looked at his face quietly.

"Adrian..."

"Ok?"

"You...don't you have anything to say?" His words were filled with deep anxiety.

Adrian got closer and hugged him tightly, "Don't worry, it's just a few weak humans. I can solve it in one go, and it won't hurt you."

"It's not this." Richel raised his head with difficulty, "The priest told you about my identity, don't you have any idea?"

"What idea?" Octopus opened his eyes, wondering.

"Just, just... I'm from another world." Richel hesitated.

"I know, so what."

"No idea?" A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Yes." The wrists and feet slipped into the loose nightgown like snakes.

Richer's complexion changed, and he almost lay down limply and cried out, grasping it tremblingly, "Speak seriously."

"This is the most serious thing to do now." Adrian flattened his mouth aggrieved, "Night, bed, partner, what not to do."

Richel was defeated by him. "Could you think of something else with this good-looking brain of yours?"

"Everyone is afraid of food and clothing. If you live a long life, you will have nothing else to pursue in life."

"Excellent!" Richel smashed his head on his arm, and returned to his arms again.

"I'm freezing to death, move your hands and feet away."

"No, it's too cold outside, and my body is also cold. I need warmth."

Richel reached out his hand helplessly and hugged him, "Don't call him hot later."

"I only know how to call it hot." His arms and legs moved up and down dishonestly, bargaining, "I want to stretch in two at a time."

The person in his arms shook heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it! You... Adrian..."

"promise me."

The blood all over his body was ignited, steaming, rolling, and his breathing became hotter and heavier. Richel closed his eyes, trying to pretend to be dead, but his facial features became more acute in the dark.

When Lei Sini returned from collecting the soul from the outside, he saw a figure coming out with something in his arms.

The soul on the tip of the sickle exudes a faint moon-white light, flickering in the dark corridor, illuminating the skull under Lesney's black hat like a ghost.

He quickly hid himself in the corner shadow.

Adrian rolled the quilt and led the people downstairs, patted his back and coaxed him softly, Richer's face was blushing, his hair was wet with sweat, and he pressed his forehead on his shoulder with his eyes closed.

There was a faint smell in the air.

After more than ten years of inhuman life, it is not enough for him to forget what is floating out.

Lesni put away the scythe, avoided them and hid in the next room.

Spring is coming.

Everything seems to be turning around.

Standing upstairs, Richel watched a row of people coming out of the church in the distance and entering the churchyard, as if he could hear solemn and sacred hymns ringing in his ears.

Hastings went upstairs and said, "Mrs. Bernard is here."

Richel's eyes lit up, and he went downstairs with him. Madame Bernard's fat body was sitting on a chair in the lobby.

After the simple greetings, she apologized, "Boss Richel, I'm afraid I'm going to refuse to cooperate with you."

"Why?" Richel thought about this possibility, but after all, they have cooperated for a long time, and when they heard this, they were still a little surprised.

"New plants, even if you have planting and cultivation methods, there is still a risk of survival and mass production. And if we finally cultivate them hard, your condition is that you will not sell them to other merchants within two years, but only at the cost price of the plants. Here it is, I'm afraid we won't be able to get paid for our previous efforts, and we can't guarantee that your small restaurant can buy so many ingredients, this condition is too harsh."

"It's definitely possible." Richel said, "It is also stated in the contract that we will buy as much as you produce. If there is really no way to buy it, it will only happen when you are on the verge of bankruptcy. At that time, the contract will no longer be binding on anyone. force."

Mrs. Bernard stood up and put on the hat in her hand, "If you need some crops from my farm in the future, I welcome them at any time. But this cooperation, in my opinion, no fool will really write on this piece of paper. Sign it and believe me, you'll get the same answer when you show it to other people."

Richel understood that Mrs. Bernard was still negotiating terms with him, probably because she wanted him to rest for two years and only sold to him.

He hesitated, Mrs. Bernard had already walked to the door, "You can give the other farmers an accurate answer, and see if they still want it after they think it over."

After sending Mrs. Bernard away, Richel took the contract he had drawn up and fell into thought.

Hastings came down from the stairs, saw his brows furrowed, and asked, "Master, what happened?"

Richere told him of her plan.

Hastings took the contract with both hands, and read every word from top to bottom with a calm expression.

"Or you can help me think of better terms, the kind that will interest the farmer." Richel said irritably.

"I don't have such an idea." Hastings replied respectfully, "I think your idea is very good."

"Really?" Richel's eyes lit up.

Hastings took out the paper he had prepared, "This is the drawing for the upstairs decoration, including the renovation of the restaurant lobby, as well as the site selection and publicity for the Reston entrance."

"Are you done?" Richer was overjoyed to take it, and watched it carefully.

"Without your consent, I found time in the monastery to chat with Mrs. Elise. She is very interested in our space magic, and she is very supportive of our plan if she can shorten the time from her husband's house to her mother's house in the future. And, she is happy to help us introduce some friends to come over for a sit-down.”

"Very good, you've already thought about it in just a few days." Richel exclaimed.

"After many days of visits and observations, as well as my own experience accumulated in the city lord's house and the last training class, the chopsticks training class is more interesting to the common people, and the candy is more attractive. Knights and nobles have more There are more wealth and channels to get sugar, and they will not learn chopsticks because of sugar."

Hastings analyzed: "With this dinner at the monastery and the publicity of Haruk's family, everyone has a clear and good understanding of our restaurant. I believe they will be curious about the restaurant. Why not , Change the location of the third chopsticks training class to North City, a civilian area in Reston."

"Good idea." Richel didn't know what to say to affirm him, "Just do what you said, I really dug up a treasure."

"Thank you for your approval." Hastings was still neither humble nor overbearing, folded the contract and put it in his chest, "You don't have to worry about the lack of crop supply, I will handle it well-just as you think. "

"I doubted myself 10 minutes ago, thinking my thoughts were naive and ridiculous." Richel breathed a sigh of relief.

"The last thing you need to do is to doubt yourself." Hastings' lips curled slightly, and he said devoutly, "No matter what you think, I will realize it for you. My existence is to solve your problems."