Chapter 240 The Girl Who Came to the Tavern
In the tavern of the small town, there was a middle-aged man with masculine charm. He was about 31 or 32 years old. Although he did not look energetic, his pair of dark eyes always made people feel extremely deep.
"Modoher, are you really planning to stay in our town for the rest of your life?"
Modoher looked at his boss and showed a charming smile: "Boss, don't you think our town is not good?"
"But - it's a pity to have someone like you here..." The proprietress, who was probably in her thirties, stared at Modoher, "I say, if you really don't want to leave this town, why don't we just get along? Anyway, we've known each other since childhood, and I've been supporting you for so many years." Modoher
smiled: "Forget it, boss, you make it sound like I'm not working hard. Where can you find an employee as reliable as me?"
"...You are still young now, and the girls in the town like you very much. When you become an old man, you will know how lonely it is."
"That's still many years, right?"
Modoher didn't seem to care...
"Jillian. You are chasing Modoher here again. Modoher doesn't like you. Why don't you consider people like us?"
"Get out! You drunkards! Go home and go back to your shrews!"
The tavern was suddenly filled with happy laughter.
At this time, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open.
A girl appeared there. She
had long golden hair and a petite body, but she was carrying a big sword that was almost as tall as her. She was wearing leather armor for adventurers that was not gorgeous but obviously very expensive.
She walked into the tavern. Her eyes were as sharp as a sword.
Everyone was not stupid. The sword on the girl's back was enough to be intimidating. After taking a look at the girl, everyone retracted their gazes. This is definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Mordor looked at the girl. As a clerk, he naturally walked to her side: "Hello, dear lady, what do you need?"
The girl stared at Mordor's handsome and charming face for a long time.
The sight gradually fell on the two people. Under the searching eyes of the crowd, Mordor asked again: "Madam, what do you need?"
"I want a glass of orange juice."
The proprietress named Gillian came over at this time: "Miss, we are a pub here, we don't sell..."
Mordor said immediately: "Orange juice? Okay, I'll make it for you right away, please find a seat and wait for a while."
Gillian's eyes widened. She looked at Mordor in disbelief. I'm the proprietress, how come I don't know that we sell orange juice here? What's wrong with you?
Gillian immediately widened her eyes and looked at the girl who just came in.
It's true that she is very cute, but Mordor has seen many cute girls in these years, not to mention that this one looks very difficult to mess with.
In the entanglement, Gillian didn't say anything after all. If she had to say orange juice, they had it here.
But that is used to add some ingredients when mixing cocktails, which can be sold at a higher price. It's not impossible to use it directly to squeeze orange juice, but the key is that they don't sell it here.
When Mordor went to the kitchen, Gillian followed him: "What's wrong with you? Do you like girls like that?"
"Boss, you are a little bit upset. Didn't you see the sword on the girl's back?"
"I saw it. Isn't it an adventurer?"
Mordor sighed: "That is a sword made of Huangji Tianjin as the raw material. The density of that metal is hundreds of times that of ordinary metals... Do you see her carrying it on her back? Is there any movement?"
"What?"
Gillian was stunned for a moment.
"That is not a weight of hundreds or thousands of pounds. Even a powerful adventurer would feel heavy when carrying it on the road. Do you see that she has any weight on her back?" Mordor said directly, "Then go out and take a closer look to see if she is really sitting on the chair, or in a posture similar to sitting, but her butt is not actually touching the bench."
"!"
There is such a thing!
Gillian was skeptical and went out to take a look.
When Mordor finished making the orange juice, Gillian came back.
"How is it, boss?"
"You're right, I can't afford to offend you."
Mordor put the orange juice in a tray, then carried it out and placed it in front of the girl.
"Dear lady, please enjoy it."
The girl looked at the orange juice in front of her in confusion: "I just want orange juice, what is this?"
The orange juice in front of her was not just ordinary orange juice, it was added with ice cubes, and there were also several cute chocolate-like candies cut into different shapes of decorations.
"For a lovely lady, there should naturally be such ingredients."
The girl stared at him: "I don't need these."
Mordor smiled: "But I know you like these things."
"..."
The girl took the orange juice and looked at Mordor with some doubts. She looked a little wary, but still took a sip.
"It tastes good~"
After all, I added honey and sugar...
Mordor knew that the girl in front of him liked sweet things.
"Do you need anything else? You can order as much as you want, and I will try my best to satisfy you."
"No, you can go and do your business."
Mordor nodded, and then worked normally.
But the girl never left.
She drank her orange juice very slowly, slower than those bastards who drank strong liquor.
Gillian said to Mordor stealthily: "This girl, is she trying to eat a free meal here? She didn't pay the bill for so long and left. It's just a glass of orange juice. If she doesn't want to pay, she can just say it directly. I won't make things difficult for her with her strength."
Mordor glanced at her without a doubt: "People can hear it."
Gillian covered her mouth suddenly, and then looked at the girl over there.
The girl blushed to her ears and shouted over here: "Excuse me, here, I'll pay the bill!"
Now it was Gillian's turn to blush. No matter when, it is not a good thing to be heard by others when you whisper behind your back.
Gillian still has to save face.
She stared at Mordor.
Mordor sighed helplessly, then walked up to the girl and said, "Thank you for twenty copper coins."
The girl was stunned for a moment, then she took out a purse from her pocket and took out a gold coin from it.
"...I can't find the change." "
Then don't bother with the change... Can I have another glass of orange juice?"
"You can drink five hundred glasses."
Mordor accepted the gold coin.
She prepared another glass of orange juice, and the girl drank the remaining glass in two or three gulps.
She drank one glass after another until the store was supposed to close.
"Manager, please go back first."
"You don't want to do anything to others, do you?"
"I should be the one to say this, manager. I suspect she likes me. With her strength, I'm afraid I can't resist her. Maybe we will get married soon."
Gillian looked at Mordor speechlessly: "You are dreaming. You are good in our town, but compared with people of her level, you are far behind. Your income is calculated in silver coins, and they pay gold coins for a glass of orange juice. Can you imagine me marrying the lord? Isn't this a dream?"
Gillian did leave.
Mordor poured himself a glass of mead and came to the girl.
"So, respected hero, Miss A. Gola, is there anything that brings you here?"
"Thirty-two years have passed since I killed you. Why don't you have any strength? According to my estimation, you should have recovered all your strength."
"What's the difference?" Mordohe took a sip of mead and savored the flavor of the wine. "As long as you live in this world, what difference does it make whether I'm the Demon King or the uncle in the tavern? I can't beat you anyway, so it's better this way. Anyway, in this case, you won't draw your sword against me, right?"
Gola stared at Mordohe: "I returned the Sword of the Brave and the Armor of the Brave decades ago. You may not be without a chance."
"Did you rely on the Sword of the Brave and the Armor of the Brave to defeat me? I don't think so, right? You can just lie to others with these words, but you tell me... aren't you treating me like a nobody?"
Gola was silent.
Mordoch continued to drink leisurely: "So, what are you doing here? Feeling bored?"
"Shati ascended the throne as Pope. Boguko wanted me to marry him before, but I don't like him. I don't want to be his political tool. Humanity is now on the wrong path, but I don't know how to correct it. If I take action..."
"If you take action, your former teammates in the brave team will become your enemies. Humans will become your enemies, and other races may not be your partners - this is really... Is it really okay to discuss such things that determine the fate of the world in a tavern in a small country town like this? Doesn't it seem a little unserious?"
Mordoch said with a smile. He looked at Gora meaningfully: "Don't you have other choices? Just like the template I once made for you, as long as you do what I did at the beginning, I am the Demon King, and you can be the Human King. I think there's nothing wrong with that."
"This is not the result I want."
"That's my answer." Mordor drank the wine in one gulp, and said to Gola, "That's the answer I once gave to the world, my choice, so even if you ask me now, I can only give you this answer. What else do you expect? I have no other answer. You have proved that my answer is wrong."
He stood up: "It's time to close the tavern, Miss Gola, it's time to leave."
Gola stood up and left the tavern.
Mordor packed up his things again, and then walked out of the tavern. He found Gola standing outside the tavern. He
couldn't help but frowned: "What are you still standing here for?"
"I-I have no place to live."
"With your speed, even if you return to the capital, to your residence, it shouldn't take much time, right?"
"I'm in the capital, I don't have a place to live."
She said so.
Mordor sighed: "This is the town where I have lived for more than 30 years-ah, forget it, you and I go home. There shouldn't be anyone seeing it at this time, I hope there won't be any rumors by then."
Mordor took Gola back to his home.
He prepared a bed for Gola: "Come to think of it, when we were in the final battle, I thought you wouldn't enter my realm. Why did you change your mind?"
"...The elves said there are no extra elf dew drops. I don't want to grow old."
...Is it because of this reason? Even though this girl is a hero, she is still a girl. If she enters the eternal realm, she will not grow old... This is really a reasonable reason.
"The elves don't have any extra elven dewdrops? Are they so disrespectful to you, a brave man? If it were me, I would just pull out the elven mother tree for her. Let them know the price of being disrespectful, but - it's actually reasonable. I guess it was the wise king Boguko who proposed to you, who used your name to pressure the elven queen, making her resentful of you?"
Gola shook her head: "I don't know."
"Hehe~ In short, it's okay to take you in, but you still have to face it. Contradictions will erupt one day. As desires and ambitions expand, everyone will want to dominate the world. At that time, you will have to face the choice."
"That's why I'm here with you."
"I said I don't have an answer here."
Gola didn't answer. Her eyes looked quite stubborn, which reminded Mordor of the time when he was killed by this girl. After
so many years, her eyes have not changed.
"By the way, you will be living with me, and I will charge you for food and accommodation."
Gola threw the bag of gold coins directly to Mordohe: "How long will this be enough for me to live here?"
The heavy bag of gold coins.
"It's enough for you to live here until my body dies. After that, I'll sell you this house." Mordor took the money bag directly. "By the way, if you're going out tomorrow, put down the sword. Even if you don't use the sword, no one can do anything to you, right? This is too scary."
The girl nodded, and she carefully put the sword on the ground. Mordor watched his ground sink a bit.
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
He made the bed for Gora: "I'll find a carpenter to make a bed tomorrow, and you just have to make do with it for now."
Gora looked at him in confusion: "Isn't your bed big enough for two people to sleep in?"
"...Are you serious? You were more than ten years old when you killed me. So many years have passed, you should know what it means to sleep in the same bed with a man, right?"
Gora stared at him: "If this can make you give me an answer, then yes."
"So you're using money and seduction together, you should know that this is not tempting to me."
"But I don't want to sleep on the ground, it reminds me of the process of conquering you."
"Then I'll sleep on the ground."
(End of this chapter)
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