Guild Boss's Ambition

"Oh my--"

With a light sigh, she suddenly came back to her senses from the poem, and there was a hint of kindness and a hint of sadness in her expression.

I suddenly lost control of my paintbrush.

She seemed to have changed, yet she remained the same.

She smiled at me faintly and asked, "Will it affect you if I play the piano?"

Can she play the piano?

Curious, I lied and said, "No, it won't have any impact."

So she left the table and took out a lyre from the bookcase next to her.

In Mopolis, few people can play the harp, most people play lutes and pianos.

She put the lyre down gently as if she were holding a baby, adjusted the position of the chair and then sat down again.

Zheng──

Ding Zheng──

She squinted her eyes and adjusted the tone of the strings.

Only then did I get a better look at her fingers. They were long and wrinkled, dry but powerful enough to pluck the strings and produce clear sounds. Her left hand had short fingernails, while her right hand, which pressed the strings, was smooth and even.

Even though she is old, she still trims her nails meticulously.

Then, she gave me, her only audience, a gentle smile, a smile that she had given thousands of times before.

She played a tune for me, the name of which I couldn't tell. It was peaceful and natural, like the leisure of the high elves and just like our tranquility at this moment. I looked down at the drawing paper and playfully made a rustling sound, but did not disrupt the rhythm.

In other words, the sound of the piano controlled my rhythm.

I gradually found that the charcoal lines seemed to be smoother, just like when I was practicing calligraphy as a child and received corrections from Mrs. Erhard.

I looked up at her in surprise, and the old lady forced out a cute, mischievous expression.

"I really want to see her when she was young."

As I was thinking this, a great idea suddenly popped up in my mind.

However, at this stage, I am afraid I don’t have the ability to put that idea into practice──

After a soothing piano piece, the old woman played several more beautiful pieces. She didn't stop playing the accompaniment until I finished painting her portrait. But in fact, she didn't know that the painting was not yet finished.

"Um...your name?" I asked anxiously.

"Oh my, the painting is really like me." She stood up and walked over, pointing at her own portrait with a smile on her face.

Then, she took the charcoal pencil in her hand and wrote a line of beautiful small words in the blank space of the painting.

Isabella Mafil, that was her name.

I looked at her suspiciously.

She smiled and took out a jet-black charcoal pencil from the drawer, explaining, "Last time I saw you drawing, I secretly got one and practiced for a week. How is it? Is my handwriting good enough?"

I lowered my head and stared at her words silently...

After a long while, I raised my head, my eyes filled with respect, and answered without exaggeration: "It's very beautiful, much better than mine."

Isabella blinked, but did not deny the fact.

She then demonstrated a line of elegant regular script on the paper and asked, "Do you want to learn from me?"

I looked at the line of words and nodded firmly.

She tickled the lyre on the table, producing an ethereal sound: "Do you want to learn this too?"

I nodded again.

She smiled with satisfaction and her eyes moved to the old book on the table. She picked it up and handed it to me.

"I think you'll like him, too."

"Ah."

Isabella is right, Milu is indeed a good poet, and I have read his poems.

But I don't understand why she would want to teach me...

"why me?"

She lowered her head to unwrap her sandwich, tucked her messy hair behind her ears, and replied softly: "The bell kept me where I am, and fate brought you here. I learned everything about you so that everything I have can leave this place."

As I listened to her answer, I took a bite of my favorite sandwich.

uh-huh?

The taste is excellent.

……

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26. I always feel like they are planning something (Stroun)

(Strohn Gasol)

The kitchen is like a battlefield, and so is the workplace.

However, just last night, a traitor appeared among us.

An idiot transvestite whose real name not many people remember!

Gentlemen, I regret to report to you that I did not succeed in chopping him into nine pieces on the night of the incident.

In fact, beating him only made him feel good.

I sadly discovered that being a masochist almost puts oneself in an invincible position.

Even if you hit him, he will be happy.

Even if you scold him, he will get excited.

You ignored him and he hid in the corner, laughing secretly.

If you put him in solitary confinement, when he comes out he will probably only fall in love with you who locked the door.

"Perhaps, treating him normally is the greatest punishment for him?"

Yes, when managing subordinates, you can't just give them rewards blindly, and appropriate punishment is sometimes necessary. And Ke Luoluo has undoubtedly made an irreparable mistake in that matter. With punishment as a prerequisite, I must treat Ke Luoluo normally and normally!

but……

What is the definition of ordinary and common?

How can we live in peace with a transvestite who keeps courting death?

In the evening, I thought about this question and went to the bar to find the half-elf Annie.

"You said you wanted to live in peace with Miss Kololo?"

"Yes, I think she must be punished."

"But doesn't Miss Luoluo usually try her best to provoke you?"

"He always does things like shredding carrots instead of slicing them."

Half-elf Annie thought about it and provided me with a perfect plan: "But Miss Luo Luo's goal in doing this is to make you angry. If you don't get angry, then won't his goal be achieved?"

"I see. This is for you."

I thanked Miss Anne with a small bag of Coffee Goblin Cookies and headed back to the kitchen.

On the way, I happened to meet Miss Lannong and President Ehard.

Out of courtesy, I took the initiative to greet the president first.

"Good night, President Ehard."

"Hmph! Xiaolan, let's go!" "Bye, Mr. Strom!"

After knowing my plan, President Ehard and the others figured out the relationship at once. Towards me, a villain who forgot his principles for the sake of profit, one of them had a cold face while the other put on an incredibly bright smile, completely treating me as an enemy.

"Well, that being said, we still have to do what we have to do."

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, feeling that my boss didn't like me, and turned to walk into my kitchen.

According to the contract between me and President Ehard and the others, as long as I successfully achieve a turnover of 200 gold coins within three months, they must renew their contract with me for another two-year period. And if I can successfully pull Water World off the list, then, with the popularity of Ziegland Magazine, I believe that I can easily achieve the goal of 200 gold coins in the end.

"No matter what tricks Ehard and the others come up with, the important thing is to win the game."

Reaffirming my course of action, I pushed open the kitchen door.

Sand Roar

Sand Roar

Blossoming Blossoming──

As soon as I opened the kitchen door, the only sounds from inside were the fire and the sound of cutting.

My subordinates instinctively dread my presence, and I am quite sure that in my absence they are gossiping about someone.

This is a good phenomenon.

Now, apart from Kalolo and myself, there are four chef apprentices in the kitchen.

Three black bronzes and one silver, all of them are newbies who need some training.

If they don't have Korolo in charge of the overall situation on weekdays, who knows how many troubles they will cause in a day.

I pretended not to hear them discussing Miss Lannong's growth potential. I walked lightly and went straight behind Korolo who was cutting carrots with his head down. I glanced at the list on the table in silence.

The guests ordered a total of four servings of curry beef brisket rice.

And as always, Kololo deliberately cut the carrots into shreds instead of granules.

I really want to throw a frying pan over there -

But I have decided to make peace with him.

I patted Kololo's arm and reminded him calmly: "Please cut the carrots into small pieces, thank you."

Seeing me, Ke Luoluo immediately showed a happy smile, then nodded heavily, twisted the carrot that had just been cut into strips in another direction and continued cutting, and finally trimmed it into granular shapes that required a magnifying glass to examine.

I really want to scold him...

I really want to fry him with a frying pan...

I really want to glare at him like he's trash...

But, no...

I must make peace with him today.

I followed the normal procedure and said calmly, "Miss Luo Luo, if you continue not to follow instructions, I think I must inform President Ehad and let her fire you for dereliction of duty and make you leave the kitchen of the stone house forever."

"Eh..."

He exclaimed exaggeratedly and put on a devilish smile: "Brother Stallone, can you manage this kitchen by yourself without my help? And don't you have to participate in a competition at the end of this month? Have you found a better assistant than me?"

"..."

I almost forgot one thing. If this masochistic transvestite is not satisfied, he will become extremely evil.

"No, please continue to do things in your own style."

Faced with Korolo who seemed to be about to grow a devil's tail, I took a strategic retreat.

But Luo Luo was right. If it weren't for brotherhood, he and Sauna wouldn't have followed me to the stone house to study cooking. With his current quasi-gold-level cooking skills, he could probably find a more promising adventurer's guild to study.

But they actually said something stupid like this: "We just want to work under you, Big Brother!"

To be honest, I was really moved.

however……

My former followers have now become the biggest obstacle in my kitchen management.

Ok?

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