"Task one has been completed: buy a box of matches from the little girl Linda and use them all."
"Mission two has been completed: take the little girl Linda back to her own home and persuade her confused alcoholic father to free herself from the grief of losing his wife and get back on her feet."
When Paine stood in Bombay Street again, he could not help but shudder. The weather is really too cold. Although the sun is shining brightly, people still can't feel any warmth when it shines on them.
Recalling the operation just now, Paine couldn't help but want to give himself a thumbs up. After buying a box (one) of phantom matches, Paine chose to use them directly in front of the father and daughter. When burning the match, Paine was very fascinated by the ecstatic and omnipotent feeling. No wonder the short-haired girl just now was immersed in it. Fortunately, Paine played a clever trick and ordered a box of fantasy matches with only one stick. Otherwise, if he had scratched out the whole box, Paine felt that he would become a match addict even if he completed the task.
As for task two, Paine didn't know how he completed it. The little girl Linda was already at home. Did her confused alcoholic father cheer up because he saw the money?
"It's a pity, that woman must have a lot of good things in her."
Paine felt a little sorry that the short-haired girl's body was gone.
Paine was walking and suddenly stopped in front of a tavern. There was a crossbar outside the tavern for tying horses.
A gold coin fluttered on Paine's finger - before giving the purse to Jonathan, he secretly kept some, which was how he and Linda paid for additional matches.
"Logically speaking, a lot of information can always be found in a place like a tavern. I should go in and find out some information. Charlotte sent us there in pairs. I'm afraid she had planned to make one of them into a match and go back directly. It’s too dangerous to ask for money.”
Pushing open the door of the tavern, a noisy atmosphere hit my face. An old wooden door seemed to separate two worlds, forming a sharp contrast with the deathly silence outside.
The tavern is not big, but it is almost full of people. When Paine pushed the door open and came in, everyone's eyes were focused on him, but after a moment, he withdrew his gaze and continued to talk, enjoying his own wine with the clink of large glasses.
The air is filled with the smell of wine and sweat. If you are a germaphobe, you may suffocate right now. Paine walked straight towards the innermost part, where there was a thick oak curved bar, and a middle-aged man with a mustache was wiping wine glasses in front of the bar.
Paine sat down on a tall stool in front of the bar and slapped a silver coin on the bar.
"What does this gentleman need?" The middle-aged man with a mustache stopped what he was doing and stared brightly at the silver coins Paine placed in front of the bar.
"If you want to drink something, we have ale, wine, liqueur and mead here." He pointed to the wine cabinet rack behind him that was filled with wine bottles.
"If you are hungry and want to eat something, we also have a wide variety of food for sale at reasonable prices. We have top-quality ham imported from the Frankish Kingdom, as well as good goat meat and white bread. Of course, if If you like fish, we also have fresh herring and cod here. These are rare things and no one will be able to get them when the Greenland Sea freezes over."
Mustache excitedly introduced the special dishes in his store, "If there is any special dish that we are most proud of, it is the pickled herring secretly made in our tavern..."
"Wait a minute."
Paine put a stop to Mustache's sales. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry. In fact, he was starving after just one bite of black buckwheat bread. But Paine felt bad when he heard the mustache mention pickled herring, because he had enjoyed this "deliciousness" in his previous life on Blue Star.
The characteristic of this kind of pickled herring is "stinky", and it has an indescribable stench. It is a smelly food that is not on the same level as stinky tofu. If I had to use anything to describe it, it would be that I ate grilled stinky tofu for a week, and ended up with dry and loose stools. After holding it in for a week, I finally excreted it, and I could smell that smell when I stood on the toilet. Moreover, this smell persists for a long time. If it is opened in the room and the windows are not opened for ventilation, the smell can last for half a month!
"You wouldn't say that you all eat this pickled herring in this tavern, right?" Paine asked in surprise, "Can you bear it?"
"Of course not, our pickled herring can only be eaten outside." Mustache shook his head regretfully, "After all, not everyone who comes here can appreciate the wonderful smell that lasts forever."
"Well, after all, everyone has different preferences. Bring me a goat steak and a glass of mead." Paine took out another silver coin, "Besides, I also want to inquire about some more things."
"Of course you tell me everything you know." The mustachioed man who was labeled "heavy taste" by Paine smiled brightly. He quickly accepted the two silver coins and called the maid who was serving other guests to go to the kitchen to ask for food. , he poured Paine a glass of mead with quick hands and feet.
"I don't know what you want to ask, sir?"
