Guild Boss's Ambition

"Besides, saving a business that is facing bankruptcy, isn't that an interesting feat?"

Gulu gulu...

That being said, being hungry is not fun at all.

As soon as I heard my body's complaints, my enthusiasm for repetitive work diminished a lot, and the adventurers walking around in front of me also became hideous. In order to maintain the quality and efficiency of my service, I decided to temporarily stop my work, went back to the stone house, and dragged my corpse-like skin to find Berlane who was wiping dishes and cups in the kitchen.

"Please cook for me!" I asked listlessly.

Seeing me, Berlani stopped wiping her cup. She looked at me expressionlessly and asked me in a questioning tone, "Have you distributed all the flyers I gave you?"

A long time ago, I had an incurable habit, which was that I would never work when I was hungry. Otherwise, I would start to feel dizzy and extremely irritable, so that all people and things would become unforgivable evil in my eyes. Because of this habit, I used to manage my stomach well while working.

What I didn’t expect was that even after changing into a new body, my bad habit still occurred as usual…

To avoid getting into trouble, I lowered my head, trying not to look at the cold-faced Berlane. At the same time, I suppressed my dizziness and answered in the friendliest tone possible: "I have already distributed half of the flyers. Can you arrange lunch for me first?"

Unfortunately, Miss Berlane, who was not a mind reader, did not understand how important the three meals a day were to me. Instead, she firmly maintained their discipline: "It's only eleven o'clock now. Your rest time has not yet arrived."

Gurgle Gurgle──

The painful voice complained and screamed again, causing the string called reason to break in an instant.

I fell silent, and resolutely left the difficult-to-communicate, three-no smelly woman in front of me. Then, following the primitive instinct of living things, I started to forage for food in this space called the kitchen. So, I found onions, beef, eggs, white cheese and other ingredients in a daze, and then I lit the stove stupidly...

I have no memory of what happened next.

……

"Yeah, very satisfying."

"But, what happened just now?"

When I woke up, I was full, but my brain, which had been reactivated by the calories, felt lost. At the same time, I could not remember anything from the past twenty minutes.

At this time, I was sitting at a dining table, and senior Berlani sitting opposite me was staring at me!

I swallowed nervously.

"Excuse me, did I do anything strange just now?"

Berlane blinked and told me a surprising fact in a calm tone.

"You called me a stinky bitch and beat up our cook."

"..."

Although I was somewhat prepared, I still covered my face with my hands in guilt. The first thing to do when making a mistake is to admit my fault, so I stood up and bowed to apologize earnestly: "I'm sorry, I get mad when I'm hungry at work, is the chef I hit okay now? Is there anything I can do to make amends?"

"It doesn't matter. For him, your fist is the best reward."

Berlani stated another fact that contained a lot of information, then shook her head and said, "However, compared to the fact that you beat Korolo, I would like to know more about how you created this outstanding work."

Excellent work?

I followed Berlane's gaze and looked at the plate in front of me.

"Are you talking about this beef fried rice?" I asked puzzledly.

Berlani shook her head again and said calmly, "No, even with cheese, this is just an ordinary beef fried rice. Any chef in any restaurant can make it."

After a pause, she pointed her index finger at a tall glass cup next to the plate.

"What I want to ask is this strange glass of wine."

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16. We saw a business opportunity (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

"What I want to ask is this strange glass of wine."

Weird wine?

Looking at what Berlani meant, my brows slightly furrowed. There was only half a glass of beautiful bright orange drink left. With full of doubts, I lifted the stem of the glass and took a sip. After tasting it, my doubts became stronger: "It's just a very ordinary cocktail, Senior Berlani, is there anything special about it?"

Blanny took the glass from her own hand, stared at it with a very cautious look, and said softly: "I have never drunk a wine that goes down my throat so easily, and no one has ever seen a wine with such a beautiful color, but -"

Suddenly, her tone became doubtful and profound, and I felt a faint threat. She said in a deep voice: "It is such a rare treasure, but you just say it is ordinary. Miss Lan Nong, who are you?"

Who am I?

I said I came from another world, do you believe me?

Facing the somewhat aggressive white-haired girl, I felt a little helpless, but then I thought, my life experience is indeed worth some scrutiny. However, I don’t want to give myself a special identity as an alien or a mysterious fairy to attract attention. My wish is to be an ordinary person and enjoy a stable life. Therefore, I cannot directly answer the other party’s questions.

"I'm not quite sure about your question myself." I replied with a wry smile.

After hearing my answer, Berlani's sharpness also subsided a little. She sat back down with a little depression, and looked at me silently for a few times before asking again: "Have you really lost your memory?"

"President Ehard told you?" I asked her back.

"Well, that's what the president told me when he went out this morning, so that I could take better care of you."

“That’s the case…”

Hearing what Brannie said, my heart couldn't help but warm up, and it also made me more determined to help this stone house. But when I thought of the poor condition of the stone house now, I had an urge to speak out.

"If this continues, Stone House will definitely go bankrupt."

I have always been accustomed to using sign language, but now that I suddenly have a mouth that can speak, I can't control myself. Without paying attention, I accidentally said what was in my heart.

"You're so blunt."

Fortunately, Berlani did not show much disgust, and even agreed with my point of view. She gently stroked the mouth of the wine glass, thoughtfully, and said lightly: "But this strange wine of yours may help us."

I immediately understood what Berlani meant. If there was no culture of cocktail making in this world, then the "Screwdriver" that I had just foolishly concocted would be a very valuable business opportunity. Unfortunately, I'm not very familiar with cocktail making. Basically, the only complete drink recipe in my mind is a glass of "Screwdriver".

"It might be a business opportunity, but how are you going to do it?" I asked Blanny.

"I think we should first inform President Ehard of its existence."

After a pause, she explained, "Unless President Ehard formally agrees, no one can add or reduce any goods and services to the Stone House. This has always been our rule."

I frowned when I heard this rule, but as a newcomer who had only worked for half a day, I couldn't give any instructions.

"So, when will President Ehard come back?"

"At least until three in the afternoon," replied Branny.

"There are still two hours left..."

I glanced at the kitchen clock and asked Blanny, "If neither of us helps out at the front desk during this time, can Annie handle it on her own? Otherwise, I think I need to write a proposal first."

"There aren't many guests today. Anne can handle it herself. But what is this proposal you're talking about?"

As we spent more and more time together, I began to realize that Senior Blanny's "three nothings" were not really three nothings. She just had a little facial expression, but as long as you carefully observe her tone of voice and body language, you can vaguely feel her emotional changes. For example, now she has changed to a straight sitting posture with a slight forward lean - this is a movement that represents curiosity and involvement in discussion.

However, apart from the cocktail culture, this world seems to have other civilizational gaps with the Earth!

No one dislikes being valued by others, and I am no exception. While enjoying Senior Berlane's curious gaze, I explained to her, "The so-called proposal is a tool for communication and encounter. A busy person like President Erhard can't discuss everything face to face with his subordinates. Therefore, in order to maintain effective information exchange, we need to systematically write down our ideas and opinions into written documents for others to read. That is the main function of the proposal."

"So that's how it is. This is really a very smart idea." After thinking for a moment with her head down, Blanny highly praised my suggestion with an unchanging expression. Her serious tone was so solemn that I almost thought she was secretly laughing at my bragging. At the same time, it also made me feel embarrassed for my complacency.

"Actually, this is just a very common working method." I said modestly.

However, Berlane gazed at me gently, her eyes were as calm as water, clearly reflecting my now slightly flushed face, and murmured: "No, Miss Lannon, you are actually very special, really very special."

I couldn't stand her gaze, so I stood up on the pretext of something, and while clearing the clutter on the table, I said, "Let's get to work quickly. Senior Berlani, please help me get some paper and pen. Thank you!"

"Woolen cloth……"

After hearing my instructions, Senior Blanny did not move immediately. She was like a daisy growing on a mountain path, sitting quietly in front of me with a weak yet strong posture. She tilted her head in confusion and asked me a series of questions.

"Why do you want to help President Ehard?"

"Except for Annie and me, and a few other weirdos, everyone has left. Why do you want to stay here when everything seems to be disappearing?"

"Is this good for you, Miss Lannon?"

Hearing this, I slowly stopped packing and looked up at Blanny in front of me. Her expressionless face was now full of concern. She seemed to be aware of something and expecting something, just like the most willful child waiting for the gift that her father was about to reveal. She reminded me of Ulan when she was a child - my favorite sister.

No matter how excessive her request is, I will try my best to satisfy her.

But before that, I want to get to know her first.

"What about you? Why do you want to stay in this stone house again?"

But it seems that I asked an inappropriate question again.

Those amber eyes were stained with a layer of sad gray──

As if answering my question, Blanny began to tell her story with a choked voice that had been suppressed for a long time.

"I am an orphan who has lived a life of wandering since childhood. Until one day, the former president of the Stone House took me in when I was frozen in the back alley. He gave me warm clothes, delicious food, the most gentle and brave sister in the world, and many beautiful things that I have never had. Therefore, I will never abandon them, even if I die! This stone house is our home, I can't lose it!"

Unlike ordinary girls, Blanny's tears are a kind of silent and shapeless strength. Even when she is sad, she does not really shed tears. Her gaze, though blurry, is still fixed straight on me, just like President Ehard. She is by no means a weak woman who would just stand there waiting for others to save her, but a strong and stubborn poster girl.

As if inspired by her story, I also cheered up and raised my confidence: "I don't know how bad the current situation of Stone House is, nor do I know what it is like to run an adventurer's guild. At the same time, I don't think that my arrival can bring Stone House back to life, but I believe in you, I believe in President Ehard, and I believe that you can definitely turn the tide!"

After a while, I raised my eyebrows and smiled, wiping away the tears that were about to fall for her.

"So, let's go write the proposal first, okay?"

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17. They are all ours (Erhard)

(Mener-Ehard)

I spent most of the day in that stinking place, but that damn butcher Peter still refused to lower the price of his meat. Although I know that everyone's business is not good and I understand that those vegetarians have made them suffer recently, I am responsible for thousands of gold coins. As partners for almost two hundred years, shouldn't we share the hard times together?

"Well, Peter has done his best."

I returned to the stone house with a gloomy mood. The lobby was still deserted. Fortunately, I don't have to pay rent every month for this shop. The land is my own. Otherwise, looking at the red account book every day, I think it would be difficult for me to continue to support myself.

"Blanny... my dear Brony..."

Having suffered a series of setbacks throughout the day, I looked around, searching for my own little spiritual pillar. After a while, I saw the target person just walking out from the backstage of the lobby, and the irritability in my heart immediately disappeared by a third.

"You can't see me... You can't see me..."

I tiptoed around behind Berlane and quietly reached out my hand, ready to stab my sister in the back, no no no, I was going to do one of those stupid tricks that stupid couples like to play.

"Hehe, guess who I am!"

I blocked her eyes and she replied coldly.

"I'll kill you, pervert!"

Oh, my sister is as sharp-tongued as ever!

I accepted and enjoyed the insults from Branny. The lazy gene hidden in my body suddenly became active. I temporarily put aside the failure of today's business, threw myself into my sister's arms, and kept rubbing her soft parts: "Branny, my dear Branny, why is the world always so cruel? Why do people always look at money? I am so sad!"

dong dong!

Ouch! It hurts!

Not surprisingly, my expressionless stepsister immediately delivered a warm and familiar blow to me, forcing me to make a strategic retreat and adopt the correct attitude of a guild president.

"Okay, okay, I won't do it again!"

Seeing Berlani already in a gladiator's fighting stance, I raised my hands in surrender and asked seriously, "By the way, did the new person I assigned to you this morning cause you any trouble? Is her work performance okay?"

Thinking of that cute and pretty little girl, I couldn't help but feel worried. After all, Lan Nong was an amnesiac, and she looked like a little lamb without any ability to resist. As long as I thought about her working in Adventurer Street, a place where good and bad people mixed together, a lot of strange images of the 16+ could not help but float in my mind...

For example, a uniform being burned by a fireball, or a skirt being blown up by a whirlwind?

"Oh, this is really exciting."

I tried hard to control the corners of my mouth and not let delusions ruin my image. After hearing my question, my good Berlane fell silent strangely. Even if she was a quiet person on weekdays, as long as someone took the initiative to talk to her, she would at least squeeze out a word or two, or respond with one or two actions. It seemed that this abrupt silence in front of me was really rare.

I frowned and asked again: "What happened to Xiaolan?"

Hearing this, there was a slight fluctuation in the eyes of Berlane that were focused on me. She blinked and replied softly in the calm voice that I loved the most: "Ms. Lannon is very suitable for the job of the janitor."

"Isn't that great?" I asked my stepsister, who clearly had more to say.

However, Blanny just shook her head at me, walked straight past me and went to the front desk to greet the guests.