"System, can you analyze the language that the group leader sang just now?" Mag asked in his mind while sitting on the carriage that was stopped.
While Vicki's singing was astonishing, Mag became even more curious about her identity.
The system gave him the language packages of various ethnic groups in Nolan Continent, allowing him to understand the dialects of various ethnic groups smoothly.
But he couldn't understand the lyrics Vicky sang.
Of course, it’s normal to not understand some words.
Like...Yordles?
After listening to it, you can only exclaim: Damn it!
However, Vicki's previous singing was no longer included in this sequence. The tone was low and the mood was sad, so there must be content.
"This language is not within the scope of this system's language library, cannot be queried, cannot be translated literally, and is not a language used by common races in Nolan Continent." The system quickly replied.
Mag pondered: "Then do you think he is a time traveler, or a hidden race? Or maybe he ran out of the ground like Xi?"
"50% hidden races, 30% time travellers, 10% from the underground world, and 10% unknown existences." The system gave an analysis report.
"50% time travellers, 10% hidden races, 30% from the underground world, and 10% unknown existences." This is my inference.
Judging from her awareness of copyright, Mag believes that she is definitely not a hidden race like Noah and others, and should have lived in a place with a higher degree of copyright protection.
The Ancient Ones have extremely high technological levels, and they must have a copyright protection system that matches them.
And if she is a time traveler, it would make sense if she has language problems and an operatic level that is beyond the level of Nolan Continent.
Of course, it shouldn't be from Earth.
"This girl is definitely not simple." Mag thought in her mind which building should be converted into an opera house.
With the current situation of the Black Cat Opera Troupe, it is difficult to even eat, let alone pay the rent of 50,000 copper coins.
Adhering to the concept of value investment, Mag has decided that if Vicky comes to him, he will build them an opera house, but at the same time he will receive part of the opera company's income in exchange.
Judging from Vicki's ability and the completion of the Miss Black Cat opera, he is very confident that this opera troupe can become popular and profitable.
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"Mr. Bobby, I'm sorry to inform you that the Black Cat Opera Troupe still rejected our invitation to merge, and that damn woman even tore my face apart." Pascal covered his face covered with bloodstains with a somewhat expression. anger.
The young man standing in front of him shook his head and said: "I sympathize with your experience, but Miss Vicki is a gentle girl, and you should not frame her like this."
"I..." Pascal felt aggrieved, "You didn't see her crazy look! She was like a lioness..."
Bobby took out a bag of silver coins and handed it to Pascal, and said calmly: "This is your reward, part of which you send to the Black Cat Opera Company. They are in difficulty now, but they have many excellent actors. You know, like this There aren’t many opportunities.”
Pascal took the purse, 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 will go to the Black Cat Opera Troupe again soon." , allowing most of them to become members of our Macca Opera Company.”
"Remember, you can make the Black Cat Opera Troupe fall into deeper quagmire, but you must not hurt Miss Vicki, she is mine." Bobby looked at Pascal with a hint of warning.
"I understand, I understand." Pascal put away the money, respectfully watched Bobby get into the car and leave, and muttered: "Huh, I don't know what's so good about that woman. She has no figure and a bad temper, but she is willing to Spend so much money on her." Bookstore
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In the afternoon, Mag taught Mara how to cook, and Drunkard Peanut.
This is a relatively simple dish, but it is still quite a challenge for Marla.
Mag demonstrated and taught at the same time, step by step, and finally used a golden finger to point out the maze. Finally, it took an afternoon for Mara to initially master the recipe of Drunkard Peanuts.
"Then it's time to brush up on your proficiency. After you get home, take the time to practice more and master this dish as soon as possible." Mag grabbed a few slightly burnt peanuts in the bowl, threw one into his mouth, and spoke. I still can't control the heat very well, it already has a bit of that smell.
"Yeah." Maura nodded vigorously, her little face full of excitement.
This was the first dish she learned from her master. Although the cooking was not perfect, she felt that she had learned a lot.
"But Master, are these really peanuts made by an alcoholic?" Mara couldn't help but ask the question she had been hiding in her heart all afternoon.
She doesn't think Master is an alcoholic, right? Why such a strange name.
"No, these are peanuts that make people become drunkards after eating them." Mag smiled and shook his head, "Because they are very good at drinking."
"Oh... So that's it." Mara suddenly realized that it was a little different from what she had imagined.
"By the way, Mara, we are going out tomorrow, maybe for a few days. If a girl in a black skirt comes to see me, please help me give this thing to her, and then take her to House No. 101 ." Mag took a brown paper bag and handed it to Mara.
"What's her name?" Marla took the paper bag.
"Her name is Vicki."
"Okay, I remember, I will keep an eye on this side." Mara nodded seriously.
Mag didn't stay with Mara for dinner. After all, she still had Effie waiting for her to go back and make dinner.
"If we are going back tomorrow, should we bring some gifts for our sisters?" Amy held the ugly duckling in front of Mag and asked, raising her head.
"Yes, if Xiaomi hadn't mentioned this, I would have forgotten about it." Mag smiled and nodded, saying that it had been two weeks since they had left home and it was time to bring some gifts back to the girls.
In the evening, four new employees arrived early.
Mag arranged a job for them. Jones, who had cashier experience, would be responsible for the most important cashier job, while the other three girls were responsible for taking orders, serving drinks, and clearing the table.
The addition of new employees made Mag's work much easier.
However, at the end of the business in the evening, Jones looked at his colleagues who were a little tired and paralyzed, and couldn't help but whispered to Mag: "Boss... maybe we need more colleagues..."
The business of Saipan Tavern far exceeded their expectations and was not comparable to the Taverns they had worked in before.
It is really difficult for four waiters to keep such a tavern running. Even experienced waiters often make mistakes while busy.
"Yes, I will continue to look for some candidates." Mag nodded, and he also discovered this problem.
His mentality is still a bit out of the Maimi restaurant model, and he always thinks that one employee can complete a lot of work.
This is really too much for an ordinary waiter.
