Chapter 121 has no face

They seemed to have been waiting for a long time, but it didn't seem to be that long, because watching these adventurers eating and ordinary people chatting loudly, they always felt that there was something silently brewing.

They have never seen this kind of world, this kind of world, maybe that's why they came down to earth?

"A few guests have been waiting for a long time. The orc maid was like a butterfly with two plates in her hands, each with two set menus, fragrant and steaming, and placed in front of them.

"This is a hot soup from our store, so please take it. She smiled and placed the plate on the table, then put the set meal down.

The whole set includes 3 white breads, a meat dish, a salad with mashed potatoes and greens, and a bowl of soup.

Except for the soup that was delivered, the other dishes were unexpectedly sufficient, such as the white bread that was the size of Hestia's two fists, and when the three white breads were eaten, one wondered if Hestia's small body would be strangled to death by the white bread.

As for the amount of meat dishes, it is even more outrageous, a whole large plate of meat, take Dionysus's roast chicken, half a roast chicken weighs two catties and looks crispy and delicious, a chicken leg and a chicken wing are enough for two or three bowls of wheat rice, as for the bread can be eaten I don't know how much, obviously in order to provide the nutrition of the workers here, the whole restaurant has done its best.

The generous portion of the meal looks amazing, and even though the price here is about two to three times that of Olarie, no one thinks that the price of this kind of meal is two or three times the price, but that the restaurant is really honest.

I can't help but want a few gods to try the weight and appearance of those cheaper packages.

But it doesn't matter they're staying here today, they still have a lot of time.

"It smells so good. Looking at the food in front of them, the gods took a deep breath and brought the fragrance into their nostrils.

Obviously, there is nothing else that can create this fragrance but spices.

The gods were amazed that spices could be found here, but when they imagined the prices and the identities of the "investors", they knew it.

As an investor, it is also an inevitable choice to treat spices as an investment.

For example, if some territories have a more adequate population, they will send out the population, and some territories will have a withered population, but if there is enough wine, they will produce wine, and some territories will specialize in spices, so their spices will naturally be invested in the eighteenth layer as an investment.

Kelar didn't give a clear indication of how many years he would receive a return, but in everyone's minds, they understood that it was an investment with a term of about two to five years.

They invest in the form of special products, and the amount of real investment is not so large, and the pressure on ordinary lords is not so great.

But if it succeeds, it is the foundation of eternity - this kind of legal thing is naturally protected by the laws of various countries, and once the investment is successful, it will leave the descendants with more than just ordinary noble titles, territories, or lords and the like, which are no different from other nobles.

Once the eighteenth layer of shares is left, even if the descendants are not filial piety, ignorant, will not operate the territory, will not flatter the superior nobles, will not run the army, and will not do business, but as long as there are shares, there will be a steady stream of dividends every year, which can ensure that even if it is the next generation, the next generation of losers will corrupt the territory, but the whole family still has the possibility of making a comeback.

As mentioned above, this group of merchant aristocrats is ignorant and feudal, but they are cunning, treacherous, mean, and typical of the natural egoists without any conscience.

It is precisely with the seduction and "guarantee" of many parties that Kailar made this group of egoists see where the interests lie, and this is why they flocked to it.

They don't feel like they're "spending money" at all, but they feel like they're tearing a piece of fat, and the abacus in their hearts crackles.

The four gods looked at each other, but Hermes rubbed his hands, then picked up his fork and thrust a piece of pork into it.

I only heard a click, the pork skin was punctured, and the fork was inserted directly and easily into the pork, and the heat gushed out along the pigskin, and the golden pigskin seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light.

"This roasted ......," Hermes could not describe his feelings, he raised his fork as if there was nothing, the pork that looked like a piece had been finely cut from the reverse side, and as long as one piece was inserted, the whole of the pigskin was destroyed, and the squarely cut piece of pork was split and easily inserted.

Hermes put the pork in his mouth, chewed it carefully, tasted it, he had eaten it slowly enough, but there was still a clicking sound, obviously no matter how much he tasted it, the crispy aroma of the crispy pork could not be concealed.

He had only eaten a piece here, and Hestia had already eaten a piece of pork and a mouthful of white bread over there, and he was munching on it.

Hestia has always been tasteless, and the gods know this, she is used to being poor, and now that she is in front of the food, her style only makes Freya chuckle in her heart, and she does not speak.

The other three were like nobles, using forks and knives, cutting lightly, and savoring them, and there was no sound on the whole table except for the chewing sound of Hestia, and the loud chatter of the people at the other tables was like people from a completely different world.

After waiting for a long time, the gods had eaten most of it, and then they slowly exhaled a breath, drank the hot soup, and the whole body and stomach were warm.

They groaned for a while, as if they were digesting the meat in their stomachs, and as if they were digesting what they had seen and heard along the way, but no one spoke first.

Dionysus suddenly spoke: "No wonder this shop is doing a prosperous business and is full of people. ”

He paused.

"If I were an ordinary commoner in Eulari, I would rather go to the dungeon and earn three thousand Varys a day, and eat these things for three meals a day. ”

"I'm afraid this ordinary person has never eaten such a good thing in his life. ”

He was a god of eating, drinking, and merrymaking, and his priesthood even overlapped with Hermes, but he was a worthy master when it came to pleasure, so when he said this, it was almost a nod of the other three gods.

There was one more word he didn't say, because the faces of the gods weren't good.

And that's—

Why haven't civilians eaten this good thing?

I'm afraid that among the gods of Olali, there are half of the gods in Thailand, and they have never eaten such good things, right?!

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There should be another one; I was woken up by firecrackers at seven o'clock this morning, so sleepy; the legs of my glasses were broken by my sister in the Chinese New Year's Eve, and now the glasses are oblique, and it is uncomfortable to look at the screen, and I am blind all the time except for the code word.