Guild Boss's Ambition

Uru and Ahad were staring at me quietly. I smelled the scent of lies from the knight's tone. It was a rotten sweet smell, like a combination of herbs and poisons. I loved this twisted smell, it was like the embodiment of beauty and ugliness.

"Necromancers are just ordinary people who are more special."

I raised my hand to invite them to sit down, and they sat opposite me with guilty looks in their eyes.

"interesting."

I secretly laughed at their stupid looks as they dodged and covered up their mistakes.

"But what exactly are they hiding from me?"

"I always feel like they have some strange conspiracy..."

"Perhaps we can try it out first—"

Putting down the fork with a roll of pasta on it, I asked them the first question based on the incongruity: "By the way, don't both of you have work to do? How did you find the leisure time to spy on me, a decent woman, today?"

At this moment, they all seemed to reveal a hint of regret. Was it my illusion?

They looked at each other, and finally Ehard answered: "In order to provide more comprehensive services to the customers of the Stone House, we are conducting observation and research on the daily lives of adventurers in order to improve ourselves, and Bai Ye, you are one of our observation targets."

"Nonsense."

I laughed and cursed in my heart, but I didn't expose her lies. Although I didn't know what they were hiding from me, the ordinary daily life didn't require too much suspicion. I suppressed my curiosity and just reminded them lightly: "If you have anything, please ask me directly. I don't like others hiding and peeking at me. That is a very dangerous thing."

"Will it be dissected?" Ehad asked half-jokingly.

I replied without exaggeration: "Sometimes I'll just taste one of your bone spears."

"That's terrible..."

"There are also more terrifying things than the bone spear..."

We exchanged smiles, each of which we understood the meaning of, and this brought a proper pause to this topic that was not suitable to be discussed in depth.

Having said this, my half-lich body also started to feel hungry. The food in the Stone House has always been very poor. If my body could not shut down my five senses on its own, I would never be able to dine here. However, today's pasta had a different aroma than usual, which made me feel a little bit excited, so I picked up the fork to taste it.

but……

At this time, Ulu kept looking at my fork.

Is it...

"Is she hungry? That's right, she's at a stage of growth at this age, so she should eat more."

I put down the fork that was about to reach my mouth, pushed the plate of spaghetti in front of the little girl, and gave her the warmest smile: "Uru, if you are hungry, you can eat my noodles first. Your body is still developing, so remember to take care of your three meals a day."

As usual, Ulu didn't appreciate my kindness. She swallowed hard, shook her head stiffly, and refused my sharing. She pushed the plate back in front of me and said politely, "It's thoughtful, but I've already had a good breakfast, and I'm not hungry now."

"It looks like he's not being sincere..."

I thought about it and pushed the plate back again, saying, "Uru, you are too thin now. You need to eat more. Otherwise, your breasts won't grow in the future. Besides, I don't eat much. If you don't help me eat half of it, it will be wasted."

She blinked her scarlet eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally handed the plate to President Ehad beside her, saying, "I have a small appetite and really can't eat too much food. Um, Sister Meng'er, didn't you only eat a steamed bun this morning? Just help us finish this plate of food."

Seeing the pasta on the table, Ehad's eyes were a little dazed. She frowned and said to me, "If you are hungry, we can ask the kitchen to help cook it later. Bai Ye, you are our guest now, and we can't touch your food."

Having said that, after going around in circles, the plate of pasta finally came back to me.

"It feels suspicious, but I can't tell what it is."

I looked at them from side to side for a few times, and gradually I became angry at them for deliberately hiding something from me. I stabbed my fork into the noodles to vent my anger, and then there was a ding sound, and the plate was actually cracked by my fork!

Looking at the plate broken into two halves, I fell into deep silence.

"I'm sorry, but the quality of the plates in our store doesn't seem to be very good."

Ehad immediately tried to hold back his laughter and apologized.

"It's okay, it's all my fault!"

Ulu took the responsibility on himself.

"..."

Although the broken plate was a very strange thing, I didn't think it was something they could control. I didn't blame them for this unusual phenomenon, but raised my hand to call the poster girl named Gushan.

"Hello everyone, may I ask what you need, President?"

Without asking for the opinions of President Ehard and the others, I ordered again without asking for their permission: "Please help clear the broken plates on the table, and then serve the same portion of pasta to each of the three of us, thank you."

"Um, Bai Ye..."

Ahed wanted to say something, but I stopped her from talking quickly: "It's just two lunches, it doesn't cost much, and my money is Uru's money, right? You must not save money for me."

"okay."

Looking at Gu Shan who was already going away, the president didn't say anything else.

Not long after, new pasta was brought to us again, this time just enough for each person. The little girl, who was still in her growth spurt, no longer had any excuse to refuse.

"So, everyone, dinner?"

I signaled to them that they could eat, but they all did nothing.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

They looked at each other and exchanged a look that I couldn't understand. Then, Uru smiled and replied to me: "There's nothing wrong. I heard that the chef today improved the way to cook pasta. I wonder if it tastes good?"

Improved the way to cook pasta?

After hearing this, I immediately understood why they had such guilty expressions just now. Thinking back to the earthworm-like taste I had tasted several times before, I quickly turned off my taste buds.

After taking precautions, I smiled and suggested, "Then we should try it together! Right?"

"Yes, together!" Uru stared at Ehad and nodded.

"Okay, together." Ehad smiled bitterly.

After guessing the relationship between them, I immediately found the interaction between them very interesting.

I continued to add fuel to the fire, silently praying that this plate of pasta would taste worse than terrible. If it tasted a million times worse, I'm sure they would both have very interesting expressions on their faces, right?

"3! 2! 1!"

After counting down to three, we took a bite of pasta together. Because my taste buds were turned off, I couldn't taste the flavor. When I wanted to tell whether the taste was good or not through their expressions, a small whirlwind suddenly rolled over to our table and hit Uru's plate.

The pasta in the plate was immediately blown into the air by the wind.

I opened a protective shield for myself in time to block the flying noodles and sweat, but Ulu and the others were not as lucky as me. They were covered with bright red ketchup and looked very embarrassed.

"What the hell is this bad luck..." Ehard complained silently.

"Sorry, maybe it's God's will..." Uru shrugged helplessly.

"You two should go wash up quickly..."

So they all left.

I was left alone facing the messy dining table.

“Should I feel lonely about this?”

I laughed at myself and finished my breakfast in the dirty and bloody mess.

……

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7. The Vision of an Idealist (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

In the bathroom, sister Meng'er and I finally washed off the ketchup on our faces.

"What do you think?"

She gave me a complicated look.

I gave her a thumbs up.

“Surprisingly delicious!”

“It’s not just delicious...”

Gently wiping off the water drops on her face, Sister Meng'er frowned.

"Based on the cooking skills that Stallone just demonstrated, I roughly estimate that he has at least gold-level cooking skills. According to the current market conditions of Qingyun Road, hiring a chef of his level generally requires a monthly salary of 14 gold coins. What do you think, Xiaolan?"

What does 14 gold coins mean?

An apprentice hostess earns 3 gold coins per month, while an apprentice chef earns 2 gold coins per month.

If you can earn 14 gold coins a month, then congratulations, as long as you don't invest money recklessly, within five years, you will be promoted to the middle class of Mopolis City. By then, you will have a BMW car, and maids will serve you when you go in and out. Even if your appearance and character are not good, with the money you can at least marry a beautiful girl from the backward areas of the Light Alliance, eat delicious food and meat day and night, and enjoy a happy life without worries about food and clothing every day.

Of course, Stone House has become rich overnight recently, so it is not impossible for them to spend a lot of money to recruit a famous chef, but...

"He obviously has such high-level cooking skills, so why did he come to our stone house in the first place?"

I expressed my doubts, and Sister Menger nodded in agreement.

"Strong's last employer was the Adventurer's Guild [Water World]. I originally thought that he was a chef who was fired by the previous guild because of his poor skills, so I hired him at the price of an apprentice. But now it seems that he came to our stone house for some special reason."

I thought for a moment and calmly analyzed, "From just now until now, Strom's actions have vaguely revealed a sense of ambition. Considering his decision to stay in the Stone House in the past, I think his goal is not money, but the conditions that other Stone Houses can give him."

"So, what does he really want?"

Recalling Stallone's action of tearing up the contract, an association popped up in my mind: "My intuition tells me that Stallone will reveal the answer to this mystery himself later, and we don't need to do anything extra, just establish our own bottom line."

"What's the bottom line?"

“The bottom line of the contract money.”

In the next few minutes, we hurriedly passed the decadent uncle's resolution in the women's bathroom, setting his contract bottom line to 18 gold coins per month, and then we each went back to the room to change clothes and reunited in the kitchen.

……

……

"Hello, President, you are finally back? Eh? Why did you suddenly change your clothes? Oh, I see! President, have you finally awakened? Can't suppress the beast in your heart anymore, and stretch your claws to the poster girl next to you? And she is only twelve years old - huh? Why are you angry, President? Do you want to kill her to silence her? Well - that's great! Ah!"

As an M, Miss Kalolo is definitely a positive example of success.

It only took him a minute to successfully anger President Ehard, and a fierce collision between fists and sandbags took place. Perhaps because she had just been taught a lesson by Bai Ye, Sister Meng'er's attack this time was particularly vicious and heavy, and the transvestite felt very satisfied because of it.

Watching this scene of continuous wailing, I was really worried that if he continued to commit suicide, Sister Meng'er would sooner or later take out her giant battle axe and end the spiritual and material relationship between them. Well, just thinking about it made me look forward to that scene.

"Okay, now that I've gotten rid of the source of the vocal nuisance, we can get back to business."

Throwing aside the corpse that should be mosaiced, Sister Menger came back to us with a relieved smile. Both Stallone and I noticed that both fists of the female knight were stained with a dark red liquid.

We looked at her with fear.

"Don't worry, it will not cause death or disability, and there will be no superficial injuries."

Sister Meng'er smiled and assured us that she would not use too much strength, but we still took a step back tacitly, instinctively maintaining a basic safe distance from this violent element. Also because of the inhumane beating just now, the look in Stallone's eyes when he looked at Sister Meng'er was no longer as indifferent as before. Although the method used was a bit wrong, our president has established her prestige this time.

"Ahem, Strom, regarding your cooking skills, we have already reached a unanimous evaluation that the smoked bacon pasta you just cooked is of very high quality, probably reaching the gold level. Therefore, we are willing to change the content of the contract to a monthly salary of fourteen gold coins for a period of one year."

Clearing her throat, Sister Menger stated the standard market price, and as long as Stallone's counter-offer was no higher than eighteen gold coins, then the deal would be done. But my intuition still told me that things would not develop in this way.

"Do not……"

As we expected, he said a negative first, but the condition he came back with was something we hadn't expected: "I don't need fourteen gold coins. I've said before, you get what you pay for. I only want a monthly salary of four gold coins, but I have another special condition."

He totally piqued my curiosity, what a damn stinky man.

I asked, "What other conditions do you have?"

Hearing this, he suppressed his smile, remained silent, and closed his eyes.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, his eyes filled with persistence.

"I want the highest leadership in this kitchen, and also the title of head chef."

After hearing Stallone's request, it was my and Sister Meng'er's turn to fall into silence.

I saw the spirit of an idealist and a perfectionist in Stallone's eyes. This type of person is very extreme. They have the potential to become the best employees, but they may also bring devastating consequences to their surroundings. For example, the risky move of ruining the reputation of the Stone House is enough to prove the uncertainty of this man. If he is given the highest decision-making power, who knows what absurd things will happen in the future?

Personally, I am not inclined to employ such an uncontrollable existence.

But Sister Meng'er agreed to his request immediately.

"Three months. You have three months to restore the reputation of Stone House Kitchen. If you can't do it, get out of here."

"make a deal."