Because for Olga, the mercenary's affairs are more urgent, so after eating, Yura and Martha left, Olga took Melansha and slowly returned to Josia's house, the sky was already dark, and today's interview in the daughter's workshop had long been stopped.

After Melansha returned home, the first thing she did was to tell her about the mercenary group, as expected, the whole family had no objections, and Morin said that she would go to get the place to live tomorrow. Then, get down to business.

"Tailor?" "Costumes?"

Facing the surprised eyes of the adults, Mei Lansha nodded solemnly. "That's right, I don't feel comfortable handing over the blueprints to people outside, it's not that I don't believe in their credit, I'm afraid that some people can't resist the temptation and take the designs on the blueprints for themselves, and I don't like to make wedding dresses for others. So come to think of it, there are only two solutions to choose from. First, you have familiar tailors, and second, we open our own tailor shop, and with the current economic situation of our family, it will not be a problem to open ten. ”

Sweetheart, Baihuayuan and Daughter's Workshop are all small incomes, and the real big income is sugar, because of the help of the Pruss family, it is now sold in cities throughout the Western Continent, and white sugar has become one of the seasonings that cannot be missing in people's daily life. Although the price of white sugar is not high, there are more people who buy it, and the accumulated gold coins will climb up gradually.

Foucault looked at Melansha and smiled: "If you want to open it, I support it unconditionally, but I think it's better to buy a ready-made one, so that at least the tailor already has, and if it is expanded, the tailor will find a few more." ”

With Foucault taking the lead, there could be no opposition to the following, and under Morin's final finalization, the tailor shop, or clothing store, was decided, and if there was no accident, it should be opened at the same time as the hotel.

Olga looked at the whole process of whether this tailor shop was built, her mouth was twitching, and she asked suspiciously: "Sweetheart and Hundred Gardens won't all open like this, right?" "It's just an improvisation by Melanza, and the adults are unconditionally supportive.

Dyna nodded and added, "Actually, this is how the daughter's workshop came out. ”

Olga didn't know what to say anymore, if the group of people outside who regarded the daughter's workshop as a holy place knew how it appeared, they wouldn't have to have the same convulsions as him, even if it was a simple discussion, it would take a few days, they would have done it all every hour, it was really 'child's play'.

Moreau patted Olga on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'll get used to it after watching too much." "Who dares to leave the big thing to a big little broken kid to decide, and the Ruoxia family is a special case. However, only families with children like Melansha dare to mess around like this, but they are lucky, and all the shops they open are prosperous, otherwise, otherwise he wouldn't know, it seems that even if the business of this family is ruined, Mo Lin and the others will still obediently take out the money, and then come to the bad mood Melansha and say: "Failure is a successful mother, the first time it is not successful, we will continue to work hard." ”

Black line and black line, it's really possible.

"But I think the housekeeper mentioned by Melansha is very important, now we have three stores, another is under construction, and the other has been finalized and ready to open, whether it is to open a branch or a new store in the future, the family will definitely not have enough manpower, and we also want to sit comfortably and collect money, so it is imperative to find a capable and reliable housekeeper." Foucault said with a serious expression that he had already accepted Jack as an apprentice, although the other party didn't know that his teacher was actually a sword god, but he worked hard and respected himself, so he wanted to spare more time to train Jack.

"Not only that, the chef is not enough, there are only 3, and there is still more than half the distance from the ten required by the baby, and the tailor will find a few by the way." Dana said with a smile, people who don't usually think they are important, but now they suddenly need a lot of them, and it's really hard to find.

The people present sighed together, their family opened the store quickly, but they lacked helpers, and probably only their family in the entire Western Continent would have this kind of reversal.

"Let's go to the slave market, I think there might be a place where we need to win souls." Olga said loudly, although the entire Western Continent is much calmer now, there are still many people who have been thrown into the slave market after the death of the country.

Mei Lansha and the others' eyes lit up, how could they forget that there was still this place, "It's a good decision." Tomorrow we will continue our work if we have something to do, and if we have nothing to do, we will go to the slave market together. ”

Melanza and Olga go to the slave market, and Foucault is too lazy to stay in his daughter's room to recruit a cook, leaving Maureen and Morrow behind and joining Meo's team.

Time flies, and when dawn comes, Melanza dresses up early and marches with Olga and Foucault into the mute slave market.

Melantha was excited, she had never been to a slave market, and she wanted to see it.

When Foucault appeared at the door of the slave market with Olga standing on the right side of Melanza, the man who looked like a small man jumped out from a strange angle, looked at them enthusiastically, and said "little miss" and "sir", it seemed that he recognized the three of them. Melansha's logo is obvious, and those who know it will not forget it, and those who are with her are generally from the Ruoxia family, and they will be familiar with it when they see more. The family is now a celebrity in Ababa, and it would be a dereliction of duty not to know them.

Olga explained what he meant, and the little guy said yes, and took them to their destination with a smile.

Walking through this slave market with the little girl, the corners of Melansha's mouth kept twitching. Seeing Foucault cover her eyes again, Melantha said, "Don't cover it, I've seen it all." "A few naked women who looked like slaves stood on the stage, and then many people dressed in human shapes touched them with groping, and their mouths made strange noises, and the words in their mouths were very unclean.

sneered, these women's eyes were all numb, and in her eyes, these were simple human performances.

"How do you put ordinary handymen like tailors in this?" Olga is also a little displeased, allowing the child to see this, it will affect her growth (?) ）。

The little guy laughed dryly, and it could not be said that it was to stimulate the vision of the people who came to buy the handyman, so that they could pay more money to buy women outside or ordinary slaves inside.

"Grandpa, let me go." Melantha said to Foucault who was holding her, that she wanted to walk by herself.

Foucault put her down, and several people continued to walk inside.

Melansa's eyes drifted around, and when she saw a light in one place, she pointed in that direction and asked, "What is that place?" She felt a strong soul power from there, which only a person with a firm heart could emanate, and from birth to now, Mei Lansha had never seen anyone with such a strong soul power. But the master of the soul power seems to be very weak, that is, he is about to hang up.

The little maid looked at it and replied, "Tell the little lady that there are the injured there." ”

Olga and Foucault heard a glint in their eyes, the wounded in the slave market were actually dying people, they could no longer be used as commodities, and after a certain time, these slave traders would throw them away. Under normal circumstances, those who enter the camp of the wounded have no chance of survival, because they are still desperately struggling to breathe outside except for their heads, and they have all been pulled into the underworld by death.

"Battalion of the wounded? What is the place, can I go in and have a look? ”

Melansha's idea was blocked by Foucault and Olga, a woman asked the reason, and the two didn't know how to answer, although this child seems to be mature, but after all, he is still a child, and after reading it, he may not know what will happen. In the end, he could only look at the little guy, hoping that he could stop this little ancestor. Still, can you expect a guy to come up with something useful to stop Melanza, who has settled down on her attention? didn't expect it, so Melansha took the three of them into the camp of the wounded gorgeously.

This camp for the wounded is not big, only the size of a single room, the taste is very bad, there are not many people inside, only three people, the merchants in the slave market want goods, so they will not let the slaves die easily.

Two of them had no breath of life, Melansha walked directly to the person who was still breathing weakly, and looked at it, his face was already dead, such a person would have died a long time ago, why was he still alive. I don't know why, Melansha suddenly thought that this person was very suitable for cultivating the kind of spell that manipulated the zombie undead.

The other party looked at each other and sensed that someone was standing beside him, not like the cold eyes of the past, nor like coming in to throw corpses or move corpses to win people, a voice said in his heart: "Open your eyes and look at her, the hope of life, you have the hope of life." "He is not afraid of death, but if there is a chance to live, he wants to live.

Then, he spent all the strength he had on his eyelids, and slowly opened them, but his eyes were so blurry that he could only see a shadow.

Melansha looked at this person's eyes and smiled, double pupils, this person's eyes turned out to be golden double pupils. Let's not mention that the golden eyes are very rare in this Western Continent, they are double pupils, and they are rare among the rare, double pupils, in the eyes of Mei Lansha, are the symbol of the male Xiong, it seems that in ancient China, a male like Xiang Yu is a double pupil.

Filtering a little breath of life to this person who was about to die, to ensure that the other party would not hang up within a few dozen minutes of her leaving, Mei Lansha pointed at the little guy and said, "I want to buy him, the price." Ah, by the way, he's dying, don't you want to raise the price, I don't want to raise it. ”

The little girl was surprised that this Miss Ruoxia would buy a person who was about to die, but she still pretended to be a businessman and was ready to negotiate the price, but after hearing Mei Lansha's words later, she didn't dare to increase the price indiscriminately, so this person with double eyes sold it to Mei Lansha for 1 silver coin.

As for the problem of moving out, the people in the slave market will help with it.

Melantha smiled and turned around, Olga and Foucault wanted to ask, but looked at the little guy and held back.

Soon, the destination arrived. Melansha and her party entered a room, and they were greeted by an oversized cage with several bars in between.

The little guy pointed to one of the intervals and said, "The three people here are all intact cooks, and the one over there can't be counted as chefs because his palm was broken, so the little lady is going to ask for a few." ”

Melansha glanced at the person who said that his right palm could not be used, very good, the other party had anger in his eyes after hearing the little guy say that he could no longer be regarded as a chef, Melansha likes such people.

"Why did you put him in the cook when his hand was wasted?"

The little guy seemed to be very familiar with the details of this person, and when Mei Lansha asked, she replied after thinking about it, "This person was originally the palace chef of the small country of XXX, and he made good dishes, and he was once deeply appreciated by the king of XXX, and I heard that His Majesty the Emperor of Resa had eaten what he made before, and wanted to bring him to Ressa, but he himself refused." Later, I don't know which adult I offended.,Someone framed me when I was XXX.,And the hand is also useless.。 Later, XXX perished, and he also became a slave. He put it here because he can't cook, but he has a lot of experience, and we don't know where to classify him, so that's it. ”

Even if it is a waste, someone will buy it if it is handsome, but this one is average-looking, and he is also in his forties, and he is still a waste, except for experience, it seems that there is really nothing to be desired.

Melansha smiled, waved her big hand, and asked all four of them in the strange eyes of the little guy.

Later, I went to see the tailor, and there were only two of them, and I heard that I had a lot of experience, so I bought it too.

There's nothing more to see, so I'll go home.

On the way back, Olga and Foucault finally couldn't stop it, and asked curiously at Melansha: "Little Melanza, why do you want to buy the one who only has one breath left and the crippled one?" "They absolutely don't believe that this child's kindness is the cause, if it is replaced by Dyna or Morin, it is still possible, Melansha, she will not give selflessly, everything follows the equivalent exchange, as much as you can give, I will let you get as much as you want, if you want more, then work hard."

"As for the one who is dying, his soul energy is the most determined I have ever met, this kind of person, I am curious."

Olga grasped a key point, "Cured? Can you heal the crippled? ”

Melansha nodded, "It's not difficult, even if your hand is separated, I can make it grow back, but this will cause unnecessary trouble, so I'm thinking of a way." ”

What a certain woman said was an understatement, and the shock in the hearts of those who listened to it, even if Foucault knew how powerful she was, he never thought that someone could keep someone in a situation like Olga intact, this is a real miracle.

Melansha ignored the expressions of the two and sighed in her heart: What a good day, a bumper harvest.