Gold coin is justice

Mrs. Almond Cookie seemed to be a little anxious, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes! I understand, I...I will let my husband say as much as possible!"

Ai Luo smiled slightly and said, "Very good. If you can understand me, then I can understand your couple. Then...Let’s do it, it’s not too early now, I’ll go cook first. Since Coco agrees you can Wandering around in our town, then I won’t make it difficult for you."

Soothing Mrs. Marzipan, Airo grabbed the hen and got up and walked to the kitchen.But just as he rolled up his sleeves and was about to start processing the lunch for everyone at noon, he saw Mrs. Macaroons standing silently at the kitchen door, looking out here.

Ai Luo looked at the hen in his hand and the kitchen knife beside him, couldn't help but smiled bitterly, and said: "You should understand, I won't let you touch our guild's food, right?"

Mrs. Marzipan was taken aback for a moment. After a while, she still showed some understanding and left silently.

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An ordinary day passed quietly, and after the busy day, the tranquility of the night once again ruled the world.

Holding the urinal, Mrs. Macaroon walked into the basement and served her husband.

After helping her husband with convenience, the almond cake husband exhaled, took the urinal out of the cellar, and returned after processing.

While returning, he was holding fresh food and clean water in his hands, and continued to feed his husband under the supervision of undead soldiers.

"The damned song of the mermaid is no different from the vicious bandit gang."

Bass chewed the food in his mouth, and his angry eyes fell unreservedly on the undead soldier in front.

He struggled a little with his hands tied behind his back, and said, "Hey, Suta, you help me untie the rope in my hand."

Mrs. Marzipan was taken aback, but then shook her head and said, "Husband, don't be like this! Didn't you hear that Necromancer said before he left? If my hand dares to touch the rope on your wrist, this The undead soldiers will pierce your heart for the first time!"

"Huh! Being pierced in the heart is better than being humiliated here!"

Buzz hummed twice, then suddenly turned to look at his wife next to him, his eyes widened: "Hey, today, did you and the people in this guild say something that shouldn't be said? Have you Tell me anything about the substance of our smuggling?!"

Mrs. Almond Biscuit showed a very aggrieved expression on her face. She tore off a small piece of food and put it in her husband’s mouth, complaining: “Smuggling, you don’t tell me at all when you take this kind of work, just As long as I follow you, where do I know the details?"

Hearing his wife didn't say anything, Buss' expression suddenly became cheerful.As if a great victory had been achieved, he spat at the undead soldier in front of him and hummed: "I knew it, it was all bluff! Ha! I want to dig something out of my mouth. Come? Really dreaming! I told you that during the day the necromancer kept asking me all kinds of news. When I pretended to be weak, I told her a little bit, but the necromancer believed it to be true! Hahaha! Now I must be thinking that I can't stand it anymore, right? Wait a while... Wait a while, as long as I wait a while, I will definitely find a way to escape from here!"

My husband is so happy, and Mrs. Marzipan next to her is smiling slightly now.

But after a couple of laughs, she lowered her head silently, looked at the pancakes in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and said, "My husband...you said, if we really say all the smuggled information ...If we can really join this guild...Can we not have that kind of fearful life?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Hearing his wife suddenly began to help the enemy, the expression on Bass's face immediately turned into anger--

"How can you speak for the enemy?! Is your woman's brain broken?!"

Mrs. Almond Cookie shrank her neck instinctively, but after a moment of shivering, she still swallowed and said timidly: "But...smuggling...do we really have to continue doing it?" We only smuggled twice... the first time we entered the Red Tide Bay... so many robbers... those terrible people looked at me as if they were going to swallow me... the second time we were cut off ...I feel that this is too dangerous...Should we really continue to do this?"

Buzz hummed twice, looking down on his wife, and said, "Immature, no danger, where does the income come from? Didn't you see the income from the last time? Twenty gold coins! It's worth the income of the official paladin of the Holy See for a year!"

Seeing the golden light in his husband's eyes, Madame Almond Cookie's eyes looked very dim.She picked up the water, fed her husband two sips, and said, "But...I'm always worried...Although the Holy See of Light doesn't have any big opinions on people who call themselves Paladins outside, but... If someone from the Holy See knows that you are smuggled... it's completely different from the normal situation... I'm not sure, you probably won't be able to become a registered paladin in your life--"

Clang Clang——!

Before Mrs. Marzipan finished speaking, Buss's head suddenly slammed, and the cup in Mrs. Marzipan's hand was slammed open, and it fell to the ground with a series of crashing sounds.

Mrs. Marzipan was taken aback for a moment, turned her head, and saw that her husband was now looking at herself with a very angry look.She had seen this look countless times before, and every time she saw this look, she knew that she would encounter some unavoidable "lessons."

However, she knew.

In the depths of this painful anger, there is also the deepest sorrow.This sad emotion does not only come from the anger at the death of the mother, but also from another deeper feeling-anger at oneself.

Because it indirectly killed the old Mr. Almond Biscuit, I am afraid that I will never be able to forgive myself for the anger that I have produced.

At this time, Mrs. Almond Cookie knew that what she needed most was to shut her mouth, and then quietly walked to the corner to the side and let her husband stay quietly for a while.

So she quickly put down the food and water in her hands, got up and patted the coarse cloth skirt on her body, walked quickly to the corner of the cellar, and curled up.

Silence...and wait.

Waiting for the anger and sadness to gradually subside, waiting for the unforgivable regret and the unpassable hurdle in the heart to be gradually forgotten again.

I don't know how long it took... maybe an hour?Or maybe two hours?

Or maybe... the outside of the cellar is ready for dawn again?

It’s just in the hearts of this couple that the dawn seems to take a long time... a long time before it can come...

"Hey, I thought of an idea."

After a long time, there was finally a sound from Buzz.

Mrs. Marzipan seemed to have been pardoned, and hurriedly ran to her husband's side and knelt beside her steadily.

"Didn't the necromancer be more friendly to you? Tomorrow, we will be like this...that...do you understand?"

Mrs. Almond Cookie thought for a while, and said, "Husband, what are we doing...what are we going to do?"

Buss snorted: "Don't think about the specific things. Anyway, it is the method that will allow the two of us to escape. Just do it. Now, go to bed immediately."

After the discussion, the couple finally returned to peace.

Mrs. Almond Cookie nodded silently, and lay down relying on her husband. It didn't take long for her to snoring slightly.

The paladin now raised his head and stared fiercely at the undead soldier standing in front of him, with a sneer from the corner of his mouth, and then silently closed his eyes and fell asleep.

——On April 3, 1303, buy chicken test medicine: -2 gold, food: -4 copper, balance: 295 gold, 9 silver, 1 copper, 9 iron (due tax: 119 gold, 2 silver, 8 copper, 1 iron)——

The sun rises, another day.

It's just that today's weather doesn't seem so good.

Early in the morning, Airo could hear the rustle of rain coming from outside, got up, slightly opened the curtain in front of the window, and could see the drizzle outside that seemed to cover the whole world with a thick mist.

Ai Luo rubbed his slightly stiff neck and turned his head.

No way. Yesterday, I kept catching chickens and feeding them medicines in the chicken farm. After working all morning, I feel that my whole body has become more rigid after sleeping.

Fortunately, after testing several times, Airo finally determined that those Du Lengjia were all in the same series, and they were all the third or sixth generations that could produce a calming effect.Airo couldn't guarantee which generation it belonged to. Anyway, those chickens who had eaten Du Lengjia were paralyzed in place as if they had chicken plague. This effect was enough.

In front of the mirror, comb your hair tangled from sleeping, put on clothes, and wear a hat.The handsome guy Airo Garcia is ready!

At the moment, Ai Luo walked out of the room with great enthusiasm, and after greeted Mrs. Almond Cookie who was sweeping downstairs, he walked to the back of the guild.

Ok…………

Airo turned his head back again.

Seeing this woman continue to clean the guild with a broom now, and the mop placed next to her seemed to indicate that she planned to drag it along with the ground, Airo began to re-examine her own concept of treating prisoners.