Chương 386: The Little Mute, the Stealer

The Spinning Sparrow has a new employee.

The bad news is, he's a little mute.

The good news is that it's a super bull and a horse.

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In the dark underground morning, Roland woke up to the sound of the seven o'clock bell.

Although there is no sunlight in the underground world, the light element is more active in the morning, causing the fluorescent plants to emit a more dazzling light.

Some plants and trees that do not emit light at night will also emit a faint glow during this time, raising the overall brightness of the underground world by two levels.

In this situation, the city's magic lights can finally catch their breath and go out for a rest.

Roland conjured several tentacles from under her nightgown, maintaining part of her tentacle battle suit form to assist with washing up.

The white tentacles with golden patterns were very flexible, rolling up the mouthwash cup while wetting and wringing out a towel, and even combing Roland's long hair.

It didn't take long for Roland to finish washing up, and she changed into a comfortable dress and black stockings.

Without realizing it, she had gotten used to dressing like a girl.

In the mortal world, she would occasionally ask the Nightingale Maid for shirts and trousers to reminisce about her lost youth and her younger brother.

After arriving in the underground world and becoming a succubus, this inner conflict was completely resolved.

Even if she changed into a light, flowing dress and wore smooth, supple black stockings that would make her sweaty inside her shoes, it wouldn't change the fact that she had regained her virility.

The heart-shaped tail is a symbol of standing tall and upright.

She had already confirmed this by tasting a deer tail that night.

Roland flicked her heart-shaped tail, which had been lively in the early morning, and leisurely walked downstairs.

Upon descending into the tavern's main hall and drawing back the curtains covering the glass, one could see the mute goblin Tess already waiting at the door, her large, lake-green eyes blinking quietly.

Because she was born mute, Tess had to use writing instead of speaking, which gave her a quiet and gentle demeanor, making her look like a literary aristocrat.

She was wearing a coarse linen coat that Roland had given her. The material wasn't very good, but its advantage was that it was sewn tightly and had good warmth retention.

As for her original mine work clothes, they were recycled by the deep mine after she resigned, and she was forced to pay a depreciation fee of one silver coin.

Tess saw Roland through the glass, immediately smiled, took out a slate from her pocket, and wrote with a charcoal pencil in her right hand.

Good morning, Miss Laura.

The pretty goblin girl held the stone slab to her chest, and the words were reflected in Roland's eyes through the glass.

Roland felt a slight warmth in her heart and responded through the glass.

Good morning, little one.

After a brief greeting, Roland strode to the door and let Tess in.

Tess suddenly entered the warm area and couldn't help but exhale a long breath of hot air, coughing slightly.

Her pneumoconiosis has stopped worsening, and her cough is no longer a serious problem.

With the restorative power of the goblin bloodline, this dust disease can be cured after working on the rotating golden sparrow for one or two years.

Thinking of this, Tess cast a grateful glance at Roland.

After working at the Rotating Golden Sparrow Tavern for a week, she discovered that Roland was far more gentle and kind than she had imagined, a truly exceptional boss.

No, it's a boss who's so good you can't find him even with a magic searchlight.

Her current job benefits almost made her dizzy with happiness.

They only need to work twelve hours a day, including a lunch break. During their free time, they can sit at the bar and listen to the kind Miss Laura tell stories and play beautiful lute music.

Miss Laura also provides free lunch and dinner, and if you arrive in the morning, you can also enjoy a nutritious breakfast.

Miss Laura would also care about her puffball disease and give her a coarse linen coat to keep her warm...

Miss Laura...

Tess became increasingly lost in thought until Roland waved his hand in front of her eyes, bringing her attention back to reality.

"Hello, little one, are you still half asleep?" Roland looked a little helpless.

"Tess, you didn't have to come so early. The tavern won't open for business for a few more hours."

"You arrive early every day and voluntarily work overtime, but I don't pay you overtime."

Tess smiled and wrote on the stone slab.

"No overtime pay, overtime is voluntary."

"Sigh, you..."

Roland figured it out: Tess was an extremely insecure, overworked office worker, traumatized by the cutthroat environment.

After getting a good job, they worked incredibly hard to demonstrate their abilities, fearing they would be laid off again.

That is, he met a good boss like himself, an entrepreneur of the people.

Otherwise, this would be the beginning of a spiral of involution, a clear case of swindling.

Roland praised herself inwardly, but deep down she still admired the goblin girl's diligence. She turned around and said.

"Well, since we're already here, let's not rush to work. Let's have breakfast together."

"We're skipping the coarse rice today. I had some king oyster mushrooms and wide noodles delivered yesterday; I'll cook something special today!"

Roland rubbed her hands together, took out a bag of ingredients from a storage box in the kitchen that was covered with an ice magic circle, and placed it on the cooking table.

The bag was opened, revealing fresh king oyster mushrooms inside.

King oyster mushrooms from the dark underground possess a magical quality; their stems grow thick and large, their caps rounder and fuller, and their skin, glistening with condensation, exudes a fresh mushroom aroma.

This thing is only affordable for the middle class in Black Iron City.

During this time, thanks to the turbid lees wine, Roland's tavern business has been getting better and better, and she can barely be considered a successful merchant. She can also afford to eat magical king oyster mushrooms.

Add some cheese and seasonal vegetables, mix in some diced cave pork, and make this into a baked rice dish. The taste is eighteen times better than coarsely ground rice.

Roland was already tired of the mushroom cake and bran rice, and now she couldn't wait to try something different.

Tess quickly stood in front of Roland, gesturing wildly at the cooking station before pointing at herself.

Roland was taken aback.

"You mean you'll make breakfast?"

Tess nodded vigorously, her little face filled with hope.

Roland didn't refuse and simply stepped aside, walking into the living room and finding a sofa by the window to sit down.

About twenty minutes later, Tess, dressed in her maid uniform, came out carrying a plate and placed a fragrant magical king oyster mushroom and cheese baked rice in front of Roland.

The goblin girl arranged the knives and forks, took a transparent tall bar from the bar, filled a glass of lemonade and a glass of smoky liqueur, and placed them in front of Roland.

Then she brought over a small stool, stood on it, and stretched out her little hands to tie a napkin around Roland's neck, smoothing out every wrinkle.

Having done all this, Tess looked on with anticipation and wrote on the stone slab.

"Miss Laura, please have your meal."

Roland was somewhat dazed, even having the illusion that she was in the Roland Group's church.

What kind of employee did I hire?

How can someone also work part-time as a high-class maid?

Although her etiquette was so-so, her service level was no worse than that of the maids in the group.

Roland subconsciously revealed a satisfied expression.

Tess caught the satisfaction in Roland's eyes and immediately smiled silently, her round little tiger teeth reflecting a stream of light under the lamp.

She scurried into the kitchen, brought herself a plate of simple, coarsely ground rice, a glass of water, and sat down at the small wooden table next to Roland, looking completely satisfied.

This is her usual breakfast.

As for Roland's king oyster mushroom baked rice, that's a high-class meal that only gentlemen can afford.

Roland watched all this silently, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She had originally prepared an extra portion of ingredients for Tess's baked rice with king oyster mushrooms and cheese, but the little one ended up making herself a plate of bran rice instead.

The dark underground is truly a nurturing place; I've never seen cattle and horses that know how to conserve their feed before.

At this moment, in her eyes, the goblin girl's face did not have features, but rather a "cow" on the left cheek and a "horse" on the right cheek.