The underground arena isn't a place to follow the rules.

It is a stage for the good fighters, a paradise of blood and fanaticism.

In the body of every person who is there, there is more or less impulsive blood flowing in it.

They are tired of blandness, longing to see fierce fights, longing to smell blood.

As the most aggressive of the human race, the underground arena is to the orcs what the custom shop is to the Terrans.

Therefore, its development and growth are actually traceable.

It's just that I haven't found time to take a look at the property yet, and I don't have time to talk to Arnold for a drink.

I'll talk about that later.

In addition to the two industries of jewelry stores and underground fighting arenas, which have a tendency to grow wildly, my other two industries are extremely restrained in terms of scale, neither expanding nor opening branches, and even bothering to do things like giving names to other stores.

It's not that Isha and the foodie girl don't want to do it, it's that I don't allow it.

The café can be said to be my face in Balan, and has even been praised by the orc high priest and the orc king.

These two people, one is worshiped as an almost 'god' existence, and the other is the supreme king of Dasai City, and the café that has been praised by these two great gods is by no means a café in the ordinary sense.

It has risen to a spiritual level.

It is no exaggeration to say that the café was always full, and none of the people present were of ordinary status, at least the head of the middle aristocracy.

Most of the time, these distinguished guests are not just for coffee, but more often for this place as a meeting place, each person has a cup of coffee, sipping at the same time, saying what is in their hearts, and on this condition, negotiate with each other.

Interestingly, no matter how smooth and mellow the guests who negotiate matters at the café, they will unabashedly reveal their thoughts and thoughts for each other to listen to and consider.

It is incomprehensible that the offended party, no matter how short-tempered the other party was, can actually suppress the anger in his heart, listen carefully, reflect carefully, or accept, or forgive the party who has spoken disrespectfully.

In short, strange things like the one mentioned above happen from time to time.

As an elf girl, Isha was very puzzled by this, so she took the time to ask some of the guests for advice.

The guests were also blunt, expressing their thoughts, but the general meaning was the same: this was a sacred place that the orc high priest once praised, and there was no room for lies and anger.

Perhaps in the minds of the guests, the café has become a holy place, but the café is a café after all, a place to sell coffee to make money, many people sit for a day, and can't drink a few cups of coffee at all, in the words of Isa who wrote to me complaining: The café only needs to be bought once a month, and it can't be sold if you buy more!

It's true that coffee doesn't sell much, but the income of the café is ridiculously high.

It has been said before that the income of the café is comparable to the total income of the large guilds, with one percent coming from coffee and ninety-nine percent from tips.

The tip here is a special note, unlike the tips given to the service staff in other shops, the tip here is paid to the café.

Although there was never a clear tip quota, almost all of the guests tacitly set the bottom line of the tribute at ten gold coins.

Ten gold coins!

That's the annual salary of the vast majority of ordinary people!

Isa, who saw this situation at first, was also stunned by the boldness of the guests.

But as she gradually got used to life here, even when she met a guest who paid a hundred or even a thousand gold coins, she only felt a ripple in her heart.

Compared to cafes that rarely sell goods, multinational restaurants are quite dedicated, not only because of the huge consumption of ingredients, but also because of the fact that demand often exceeds supply.

No problem, this Dasai City, except for Master Dewey's hotel, is the most complete menu in this multinational restaurant.

Master Dewey's hotel is not for everyone to live in, it is a special place for royalty and nobles, and it is a status symbol.

In contrast, multinational restaurants are more accessible.

Although the price is a little expensive, it is also within the acceptable range of the common people, and the dishes are exquisite, and the dishes are not small, which can be described as the welfare of the civilians of Dasai City.

Even some tourists from other regions who come here for sightseeing are indispensable to get together at many national restaurants, otherwise, they will definitely return to their hometown with a trace of regret.

It can be said that the establishment of multinational restaurants has directly become another scenery of Dasai City.

Although there are as many customers in the multinational restaurant as there are crucian carp crossing the river, surprisingly, no one dares to make trouble here.

Not only because the little boss of the foodie girl has an extremely spicy personality, but also because behind this restaurant, there are several behemoths standing - the New Valiant Guild, the Rose Legion of Dasai City, the Iron Wolf Guild, and the most feared dwarf guild in all countries.

With their support, even if any of the five great monarchs came here, they would have to line up in a regular manner and dine honestly.

As soon as I think of this, I wish Carter Horton, or Simmons Locke, could come here for dinner, and I will accompany me as a chaperone to the end, and I promise that nothing will be difficult to hear, and that I will not bring a dirty word, ya, I will not be angry with you two, and I will be a wasted traveler.

When I came to the door of the multinational restaurant, I looked at the long queue and felt a lot of emotion.

It's only what time is the morning, and the queue is so long, why are there so many idlers?

With a light sigh, I stepped up and was about to enter through the main entrance, but was stopped by a thin wolf girl who raised her hand, her wolf eyes stared at me unfriendly, and said coldly: "Line up." ”

I was slightly stunned, looked left and right, and found that all the people in line were staring at me unkindly, and in desperation, I had to spread my hands and say, "I'm not here to buy breakfast." ”

"I've heard too much of this kind of excuse," behind the wolf girl, a fox girl sneered: "Almost everyone who cut the queue said that they didn't come to buy breakfast. ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked even more unkindly, and completely regarded me as a scoundrel who wanted to buy breakfast without queuing.

After a moment's hesitation, I said, "Actually, I'm the owner of this restaurant......"

Before I could finish speaking, another leopard girl snorted, showed her sharp nails, snorted disdainfully, and said, "We also see this kind of excuse occasionally, but the guy who dares to say this kind of excuse is usually scolded half to death by the real owner of the restaurant." ”

As soon as the leopard girl finished speaking, the fox boy standing behind her suddenly smiled contemptuously at me and said, "Everyone knows that the owner of the multinational restaurant is a human girl, not a human youth. ”

(End of chapter)