"System, can you analyze the language the troupe leader sang just now?" Meg asked in his heart as he sat in the carriage that stopped him.
While Vicky's singing was stunning, Meg was even more curious about her identity.
The system gave him the language pack of all the races on the Norland Continent so that he could understand all the dialects without any hindrance.
However, he could not understand the lyrics Vicky sang.
Of course, it was normal not to understand some of the words.
For example … the Yodelers?
After listening to it, you could only exclaim, "F * ck!"
However, Vicky's singing was not in this sequence. Her tone was low and her emotions were sad. There must be something to it.
"The language is not in the system's language library. It cannot be searched or translated directly. It is not a language commonly used on the Norland Continent," the system replied quickly.
Meg muttered, "Then do you think she's a transmigrator or from a hidden race? Or perhaps, like Xi, they came out from underground? "
"50% hidden race, 30% transmigrator, 10% from the underground world, and 10% unknown." The system gave an analysis report.
"50% transmigrator, 10% hidden race, 30% from the underground world, and 10% unknown." This was his deduction.
From her awareness of copyright, Meg believed that she was not from a hidden race like Noah and the others. She must have lived in a place with a higher level of copyright protection.
The Ancients had a very high level of technology, so there must be a corresponding copyright protection system.
If she was a transmigrator, then it would make sense that she had problems with the language, as well as her opera skills that exceeded the standards of the Norland Continent.
Of course, she should not be from Earth.
"This girl is definitely not simple." Meg was thinking about which building to convert into an opera house.
With the Black Cat Song Troupe's current situation, it was difficult to even eat, let alone pay the 50,000 copper coins rent.
Adhering to the concept of value investment, Meg had decided that if Vicky came to him, he would build an opera house for them, but at the same time, he would receive part of the opera troupe's profits in exchange.
With Vicky's ability and the completion of Miss Black Cat's opera, he was very confident that this opera troupe would be popular and profitable.
…
"Mr. Bobby, I'm sorry to inform you that the Black Cat Song Troupe has rejected our merger invitation, and that damned woman even tore my face apart." Pascal covered his bloody face with an angry expression.
The young man standing in front of him shook his head and said, "I sympathize with your experience, but Vicky is a gentle girl. You shouldn't frame her like this."
"I …" Pascal felt wronged. "You didn't see how crazy she was! She's like a lioness … "
Bobby took out a bag of silver coins and handed it to Pascal. He said indifferently, "This is your reward. Send a part of it to the Black Cat Song Troupe. They're in a difficult situation now, but they have many excellent actors. You know, there aren't many opportunities like this."
Pascal took the money bag and opened it. His eyes lit up and his expression immediately became much more respectful. He nodded and said with a flattering smile, "I know. I'll go to the Black Cat Song Troupe again soon and let most of them become members of our Marca Song Troupe."
"Remember, you can make the Black Cat Song Troupe sink deeper into the mire, but you can't hurt Miss Vicky. She's mine." Bobby looked at Pascal with a hint of warning.
"I know, I know." Pascal put away the money and respectfully watched Bobby get into the car and leave. He muttered, "Oh, I don't know what's so good about that woman. She has no figure and a terrible temper. He's willing to spend so much money on her."
…
In the afternoon, Meg taught Mara how to cook — Drunkard's Peanuts.
This was a relatively simple dish, but it was still quite a challenge for Mara.
Meg demonstrated and taught her step by step. Finally, he used his golden finger to guide her. In the end, it took Mara an entire afternoon to grasp the basics of how to cook Drunkard's Peanuts.
"Next, it's time to practice. When you get home, find some time to practice and master this dish as soon as possible." Meg grabbed a few slightly charred peanuts in the bowl and threw one into his mouth. He couldn't control the heat very well, so it already tasted a little strange.
"Yes, yes." Mara nodded vigorously, her little face full of excitement.
This was the first dish she learned from her master. Although it wasn't perfect, she felt that she had learned a lot.
"But Master, is this really peanuts made by a drunkard?" Mara couldn't help but ask the question that had been in her heart for the whole afternoon.
She didn't think her master was a drunkard. Why did he have such a strange name?
"No, this is a peanut that will turn people into drunkards if they eat it." Meg shook his head with a smile. "Because it goes well with alcohol."
"Oh … I see." Mara was enlightened. It was a little different from what she had imagined.
"By the way, Mara, we're going out tomorrow. Maybe we'll be gone for a few days. If a girl in a black dress comes looking for me, help me pass this to her, and then take her to Room 101." Meg passed a brown paper bag to Mara.
"What's her name?" Mara took the paper bag.
"Her name is Vicky."
"Okay, I'll remember it. I'll keep an eye here." Mara nodded seriously.
Meg didn't ask Mara to stay for dinner. After all, she still had a hungry Effie waiting for her to go back and cook dinner.
Amy hugged Ugly Duckling and went up to Meg. She looked up and asked, "If we're going back tomorrow, shouldn't we bring some gifts back for the sisters?"
"Yes, if Amy hadn't mentioned it, I would've forgotten." Meg nodded with a smile. Speaking of which, they had been away for two weeks. It was time to bring some gifts back for the girls.
In the evening, the four new employees arrived early.
Meg arranged their work. Jones, who had experience as a cashier, would be in charge of the most important cashier's work. The other three girls would be in charge of taking orders, serving drinks, and cleaning the table.
The addition of the new employees made Meg's work much easier.
However, when the evening business ended, Jones looked at her exhausted colleagues and couldn't help but whisper to Meg, "Boss … maybe we need more colleagues …"
The business of the Saipan Tavern had far exceeded their expectations. It was also not comparable to the taverns they had worked in before.
It was too difficult for four waiters to run such a tavern. Even if they were experienced, they would often make mistakes.
"Yes, I'll continue to look for more candidates." Meg nodded. He had also noticed this problem.
His mentality was still a little out of Amy's mode. He always thought that one employee could do a lot of work.
This was a little too much for ordinary waiters.
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