"You should not be the original owners of this tavern." Plisson took another sip of the milk in his hand and stared at the surroundings of the tavern. "Eight years ago, or nine years ago, or ten years ago, Before, the original boss here should have been a man named Hank."
"Are you talking about old Hank? He did sell the tavern 10 years ago because of the sluggish business."
"It almost matches my memory. I came here often when I was a child, and in my memory, the owner of this tavern is Old Hank." Plisson recalled some things in the past.
Old Hank is the old guy's crew member. He never leaves his hand with tobacco and alcohol. He was infected with severe lung disease. He left the old guy's ship 15 years ago and chose to return to his hometown to be an ordinary tavern owner.
The old guy often took me and some old friends to see him. The first time there were many people, the second time there were fewer people, and then there were fewer and fewer people. 10 years ago, that was the last time I saw old Hank. The only ones who arrived at this tavern that time were me, Xiao Xi, and the old guy who was becoming increasingly unconscious...
Pleasant's body trembled slightly, and then he continued: "Ten years have passed, and this place I used to visit often has changed. But I still want to keep it as a commemoration. I hope You can fulfill me."
"This is too much money. The fact that this tavern can be sold for 3,000 dollars is the blessing of the Earth Mother."
"As long as you are willing to fulfill my past wishes, it doesn't matter if you add more money."
"No, no, I mean you gave me too much money." The landlady waved her hand.
"Not much..." Plisson said deeply. His hands knocked on the wooden front desk regularly, making a strange sound, "It's really not much..."
"Well, if you really want it, I'm afraid I can't stop you. I will leave with my husband and daughter at night. With this money, I believe we can live a normal life."
"That's not necessary. I'm usually very busy, but I don't have time to take care of this place. So logically speaking, I should need a few employees. I think you'd be great, madam."
"You want to hire me." The landlady said in surprise.
"I will leave Santan Town soon. You, your husband and your daughter can continue to live here, but this tavern is still my private property."
"But are you spending so much money just to buy an empty tavern?"
“Some things cannot be measured in value.”
"That's great! You are such a kind person."
"A good person..." Plisson looked up at the ceiling, with a hint of doubt in his expression. He asked himself again, "Am I... a good person...?" "
"You are equivalent to saving our family's lives. Of course you are a great philanthropist."
"Just think of me." Plisson nodded, "You said your daughter is eight years old. Can you let me see her?"
"Of course, boss." The lady boss showed a beautiful smile, then turned her head and shouted upstairs.
"Jenny, come down quickly, we don't have to worry now."
Following the words of the landlady, a little blond girl wearing a white shirt slowly walked downstairs.
"What's the matter, Mom?" The little girl's lovely voice came down the stairs. This gentle voice touched Plisson's heart. He thought of his sister, who was also a girl as delicate as a flower. .
"Your daughter is as beautiful as you, ma'am."
"I made you laugh, boss." The landlady looked at his daughter and waved to her.
"Jenny ran to the landlady's side with small steps and rubbed her mother's hand affectionately."
The landlady looked at Janet lovingly, and was about to introduce Pleasant to her, but she saw that Pleasant had returned to where she was before. On the front desk of the tavern, there was a thick stack of banknotes.
"Boy, where are you looking? Are you attracted to this little girl?" Plissen patted Onai who was staring at Jenny.
"I didn't." Onai shook his head quickly.
"Captain, what did you just say to that woman?" Suoan put down the cup in his hand and asked with some confusion.
"It's nothing. I saw the boss's wife was pretty, so I chatted for a while." Plisson put the cup on the table casually, then turned to look at the boss's wife and her daughter over there.
"Tell me, I still don't know your name, madam?"
"Carossa Anda."
"A nice name."
"I still don't know what to call you, boss."
"Just call me Mr. Wilson," Pleasant said leisurely.
"Mr. Wilson, do you need anything else?" Carossa, the proprietress, touched her daughter's head dotingly and looked at Pleasant with a smile.
"It's nothing, I just have another question to ask you."
"what is the problem?"
"Where did the old Hank go? Is he still in Santan Town?"
"What about Old Hank?" Carossa lowered her head and thought for a while, then said: "He still lives in Santan Town, at No. 89 West Street. He lives with his only son."
"Thank you." Plisson gave a short smile, and then waved to the landlady and his daughter, "I have something to do, so I have to leave first. Madam, you have to work hard. I will come here again soon. It’s a trip.”
"Don't worry, boss."
Plissen looked at Soan and Onai who were sitting on the table and said, "It's time for us to go."
"Yeah." Onai, whose mouth was full of oil, walked to Plisson's side. He seemed to be quite happy with the large portion of steak.
"The paper is on the table. Can you pick it up, wipe your mouth, and show some etiquette?" Plisson reluctantly took a few pieces of paper from the table and handed them to Onai.
After the three people in Plissen had eaten and drank enough, they quickly left the tavern. In this tavern, after what happened just now, there were very few people left. Apart from the people who came in just now, There was a drinker and a middle-aged man in black drinking alone at the table next to him. The only ones left were the proprietress Carossa and her daughter Jenny.
As the man standing at the front desk buying drinks left, the middle-aged man was the only customer in the empty pub.
The middle-aged man put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the door quietly.
"It's true that I've been waiting in Santan Town since the destruction of Black Crow Harbor, and I finally caught this big fish."
The middle-aged man gently touched the earrings placed on his ears. The earrings shone with a faint green light and were obviously not extraordinary objects.
"I heard clearly what happened just now. You are finally back...my dear Master Pleasant."
