Negris's voice came from Ange. Vanya turned her head and looked a little confused, because she only heard the voice but didn't see her mouth move, which was strange.
But these days, there are many weirder things. Ange's situation may be ventriloquism. Not surprising, he just suddenly said: "You were here just now, are you my little sister's family?"
"Yes, I didn't have time to thank you just now." Nigris thanked him.
"You're welcome, we tauren are the most warm-hearted, don't worry." Vanya said as she patted her big breasts, and her strong fat waves rippled in circles.
Swordsman Hairdresser and Shepherd, who were pushed aside by it, didn't think so, and cursed angrily: "You are so warm-hearted and you still steal our lines!"
Warnia's bull-eye looked back and suddenly fell silent.
"By the way, little sister, what are you doing here? Looking for a job?" Vanya turned around and asked enthusiastically.
"We are here at the Mercenary Guild and want to pay a reward. What's going on?" Negris asked.
The swordsman mercenary turned around and interjected: "Palu Luo, the head of the mercenary guild, he ran away with everyone's bounty. Damn that guy, no mercenary in the world will let him go!"
Warnia nodded: "That's it, so now everyone is unemployed."
"What about you? Didn't you say you were the cook of the Viscount's family?" Negris asked.
"I get angry when I talk about this. Not only does my Lord Viscount not pay me a salary, but he stays at home all day making pesticides. He also wants me, a cook, to work out to earn money to support him. I'm so angry." Varney
Ya said angrily.
After some explanation, Nigris probably understood what was going on.
Vanya is the cook of the Viscount's family, and has been since her grandma's generation. But compared to her grandma's generation, the current Viscount's family has fallen into poverty. Apart from a title, she is so poor that she can't even afford food.
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The current Viscount is a pharmacist. He wants to invent some unique secret formula medicines all day long. He studies various medicines at home every day, but none of them are attractive and can be sold. As a result, he has no income for many years.
Sell ​​the household goods and servants.
During this time, there was an insect infestation, and he had a whimsical idea of ​​inventing an insecticide to kill the insects. He spent all his property on buying materials, and he couldn't even eat.
All the things that could be sold were sold, even the servants, but he couldn't sell Vanya, because Vanya was no longer a servant, and she had to be paid to work in his house.
However, after getting along for a long time, Warnia and him have become more than just a master-servant relationship, but more like family members. We can’t just watch him starve to death, right? If Warnia doesn’t care about him, this person who is industrious in his limbs and inseparable from grain will have nothing to do except
The Viscount, who knew nothing except refining potions, might really starve to death.
What should I do? She had to go out to work, so the cook of the Viscount's family had to go out and work on her own to support the good-for-nothing Viscount who didn't pay her a salary.
"You... are too miserable." Nigris said sympathetically. Although Ange has not paid him a salary, he will not go out to work to earn money to support Ange. In this way, he is not the worst.
of?
At this moment, Vanya's stomach made a thunderous roar.
Warnia smiled awkwardly, tightened her pants and tied them tighter.
"Um, you haven't eaten for a long time, right?" Nigris asked.
"I didn't eat yesterday, but it doesn't matter. I have a lot of fat on my body. It doesn't matter if I carry it for a few days. I'll just treat it as weight loss." Warnia said carelessly, and then her expression darkened:
"I don't know if the Viscount has eaten. He has no fat on his body. Don't faint from hunger. He said that he will invent an insecticide. If the bugs eat it, they will not die on the spot. If they return to the nest and come into contact with other bugs, they will be infected.
Other bugs will get sick and die together. I really hope his insecticide can be invented and the insect plague will be over soon."
He wanted Ange to buy something to eat, but when he heard this, Nigris's eyes lit up: "And this kind of pesticide? Infect it with bugs and die together? This is a good idea. It seems we need to visit
Meet your Lord Viscount."
Suddenly, a ray of fire pierced the sky, fell at high speed, bombarded the protective shield, and exploded into a cloud of sparks.
Chapter completed!