Chapter 2008
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The two children were eating appetizers with warm milk. They swayed left and right under the warm yellow light, and giggled like silver bells from time to time.
Meg sat at the side, popping peanuts into his mouth from time to time. There was a glass of beer beside him, and a fatherly smile appeared on his face.
On the first day of business, he received a customer.
At 9 am, Meg pushed open the door and walked out. A gust of cold wind blew, and made him shudder.
There were only a few taverns left on the street that were still open. Among them, the Titan Tavern diagonally across the street had the best business. He could still hear faint noises coming from there. The other taverns and the Saipan Tavern were in a similar situation. They probably had more staff than customers.
There was not even a shadow on the dark street. There was only the whistling of the cold wind.
Even Mag couldn't help but admire those shop owners who were still holding on to their business. They were really lonely waiting here.
"Business is over." Meg flipped the wooden sign hanging on the door, and turned off the signboard light. The first day of business ended just like that.
Although he had only opened one order, his turnover had reached 2,030 copper coins. He should have surpassed many of his peers on Romo Street.
Just as Meg thought, he could indeed meet some officials of the Roth Empire by opening a tavern here. Perhaps he could get some useful information from them.
"Alright, it's getting late. The two little princesses should go upstairs to wash up and go to bed," Meg said to the two little ones who were playing a game of rope flipping with a smile after locking the door.
"Alright." Amy put the knitting thread that she had untied into a knot on the table, and jumped down from the chair. She had almost no talent when it came to rope flipping.
Annie also stood up and reached out to pick up the messy yarn. Her fingers flipped quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the originally messy knot was untied, and it became a yarn again. She then wrapped it around her wrist a few times.
Meg told the two little ones a bedtime story. He waited for them to fall asleep before he quietly left the room and closed the door.
Just as he was about to wash up and go to bed, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs.
Nine shallow and one deep, ah pui, nine light and one heavy. This was a familiar rhythm.
Meg went downstairs to open the door and saw Noah nervously supporting Melander. He quickly stepped aside to let them in.
Mag only returned to the tavern after cleaning up the bloodstains around the tavern. He closed the door and looked at the pale-faced Melander and Noah, who was sweating profusely. He frowned, and asked, "What's the situation?"
"It's all my fault. I'm such an idiot. Grandpa was seriously injured because he wanted to save me. I'm useless!" Noah slapped himself in anger and annoyance.
"I … I'm fine …" Melander reached out and pressed Noah's hand. His breathing was weak.
"Grandfather, don't move." Noah hurriedly supported him and begged Meg, "Mr. Mak, please save my grandfather."
"Don't worry. I'll get the medic." Meg comforted Noah and turned to go upstairs.
Melander's injury was very serious. With his medical skills, he could only use Band-Aid. He could only send him on his way.
Fortunately, there was a super medic upstairs. It was just that she was drunk and he was not sure if she could wake her up.
Meg opened the door and saw that Irina, who was originally lying on the bed, was lying on the floor. She was lying on her back with a pillow in her arms.
"Sure enough, no matter how beautiful a person is, as long as they're drunk, they'll still do things that they can't control." Meg muttered in his heart. He took out the fresh apple juice he bought from the system and went forward to help Irina up.
"Thirsty … water …" Before Meg could speak, Irina said in a daze.
"Here, water." Meg quickly passed the apple juice to her.
Irina grabbed the apple juice with one hand and raised her head to gulp it down.
"It's delicious, thank you." Irina put the cup into Meg's hand accurately and went back to sleep.
"Wait a minute. There's a seriously injured person downstairs who needs treatment urgently. Why don't you give her a healing spell before you go back to sleep?" Meg quickly held her and did not let her fall.
"Injured person?" Irina turned to look at Meg. She was much more awake than before.
"Yes. If you don't save her, she'll die." Meg nodded. He had already decided that he would not let her drink Maotai next time. At most, she would drink some red wine and beer.
"Help … help me up." Irina ordered.
Meg quickly helped her up.
"Wait … wait for me to change." Irina turned to look at the wardrobe.
"No need to change. This is good. I'll put a jacket on you." Meg took a down jacket from the side and wrapped it around her. He then helped her downstairs.
Downstairs, Noah was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Melante was much calmer. He stuck a few talismans on his body and leaned against the chair without showing the slightest pain on his face. He even comforted Noah.
Meg helped Irina downstairs. Noah quickly stepped forward.
"You can't do it?" Irina narrowed her eyes and looked at Noah up and down.
"No … it's not me. It's my grandfather." Noah quickly shook his head. He smelled the alcohol on Irina's body. Seeing her completely drunk state, he could not help but worry. Could she really cast a spell like this?
"Here." Meg helped Irina to Melante.
"Let go." Irina took away Meg's hand and began to look at Melante.
"Mr. Mak, can you do it?" Noah walked to Meg and asked softly.
"It should be fine." Meg was not confident either.
Melante's injuries were very serious. There was a big hole in his lower abdomen. His flesh had disappeared as if it had been pierced by a sharp weapon. Moreover, it had been ruthlessly turned around and chewed up the flesh before taking it away.
Other than that, there were a few other injuries on his body. There were magic and sword wounds.
"You're still not dead?" Irina looked at Melante for a while. She tilted her head and looked at him in surprise.
"Is that how you ask?" Melante, who was still breathing, blushed. He almost vomited blood and died on the spot.
"Master, please save my grandfather." Noah begged.
"Alright." Irina reached out and a folding chair appeared in her hand.
"Huh?"
Everyone in the tavern stared at her.
"Oh, I took the wrong one." Irina threw the folding chair aside and took out her magic caster's staff.
"Holy Light, cleanse all filth and darkness." Irina raised her magic caster's staff and said secretly.
The bright Holy Light fell on Melante's body.
"Ah —"
Melante let out a painful roar. The charms on his body all burned.
"You used the wrong spell?! How can you use Holy Light for healing?! You should use healing spells! "Noah exclaimed and wanted to stop her.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Irina looked at him.
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