Run a Bakery In Another World

Today’s market is lively and lively. In addition to the businessmen and the farmers who are going to grow wheat, Sheila followed Cook through the stalls and found a suitable place to sell today’s bread.

Unexpectedly, when he first arrived, an adventurer came over. This adventurer had a slightly dirty beard, and there were layers of horizontal flesh on his face, and his bald head was still greasy from time to time.

They laughed "haha" as soon as he walked into Sheila, and Cook's legs were softened by fright with their hideous appearance.

"Little girl, do you remember that I was the customer who bought bread with you the day before yesterday." The adventurer smiled and revealed his teeth with silver teeth.

"Oh, hello sir, is the effect of Lucky Bread okay?" Sheila asked politely and confidently.

Only with such an attitude can people trust that her bread is indeed useful.

"Hahaha, I don't know if it's useful, but I escaped from a group of Silverwind wolves yesterday. Although it may be a coincidence, I did get good luck no matter what." The adventurer opened his mouth and laughed again. a bit.

"It's not a Mr. coincidence, this is really the bread full of good luck." Sheila said seriously.

As Sheila's voice just fell, a few more adventurers came over, but these adventurers were not so friendly anymore, "Little girl, I didn't feel any good luck after eating your bread!"

Among them was an unfriendly adventurer who looked at Sheila, obviously thinking of bullying.

Probably because the movement here is a bit big, no matter whether there are adventurers who buy bread or not, they are all around. Some watch the excitement, and some don’t feel good luck when they bought the bread, but they are also kind to make things difficult for Sheila, just watching. After all, good luck bread for 10 copper coins is not too expensive, and there is nothing to worry about.

Sheila had long predicted that the situation might develop like this. After all, things like luck are really unpredictable. As long as no one encounters bad luck, then she is already going well.

"Dear sir, good luck is an illusory thing. I am willing to believe that my good luck bread can be purchased again, but now I need a silver coin. If I really don’t believe its effect, I can refund you the money now. It's as good as it was said."

Sheila remembered the scam she had seen in her dream a long time ago. Some people set up stalls on the Internet, using the birth date to tell people whether they are pregnant. The rules are not to refund money, so they use empty gloves like White Wolf. The method sets some people’s IQ tax.

She felt that she was doing something like this now, even though she was sure that her bread had indeed been enchanted, no matter what, selling bread now was the only way she could make money.

"Gentlemen, please think carefully about how many injuries you have suffered in previous adventures. After eating my bread, if you have a chance to escape in danger, maybe some people can be shorter. Get the prey you want in time... Gentlemen, the original adventure is to walk on the edge of life and death. Sometimes a little good luck can save your life. Are you sure you want to deny my good luck bread?" Sheila is confident Full of voices and emotions, like a pyramid schemer in another world.

Suddenly, a harsh voice interrupted Sheila's lingering atmosphere of temptation, "Hahahaha, girl, is the good luck bread you said about magic? This is fraud. I have a healer who can perceive magic. !"

"magic?"

"Ah, do they have a therapist?"

"Oh my God, this is too enviable! Wait, are they talking about magic?"

The voice of "tweeting" sounded among the adventurers. Although there are few magicians in the towns far away from the city, some adventurers with more knowledge have met magicians, and the so-called healers can be regarded as a group of people close to the magicians. , They are good at making all kinds of potions. A low-level healer only needs to be able to perceive magic molecules. Even if he himself is a magic whiteboard, as long as he can perceive magic molecules, he can make magic by perceiving various herbs. The potion of effect can heal people, or...poison.

But no matter what, if the healer himself cannot absorb magic molecules, then he can only be a low-level healer for life. But the low-level therapist is already a very remarkable existence for some simple adventure teams!

And at this moment, the one who suddenly appeared in front of Sheila was such a low-level therapist. The low-level therapist's name was Alvin. His figure was thin, but he was wearing a large white robe, which is not common among adventurers. Yes, after all, white robe is particularly easy to get dirty. But Alvin's white robe is very clean, although the tone is not consistent in some places, as if it has been repeatedly bleached.

Alvin's appearance caused a surge of excitement around him, and everyone looked at him enviously, with the idea of ​​digging him into their own adventure team in their stomachs.

"Alvin, come and see this little girl, it's too bad to be tricked at such a young age!" This is from the adventurer with a harsh voice.

Sheila didn't know why these people looked at the man in the white robe so excitedly, but Sheila didn't feel timid. She opened her eyes and looked at Alvin in front of her, and said, "Hello, sir. "

"Hahahaha, is this little girl quite capable of acting?" The smirking sound adventurer was obviously uneasy.

Al Wenmingming looked like a 17.8-year-old boy, but he had a very calm or even indifferent face. Facing the urging of his companions, he did not say any more. He just bent down and took out a piece of bread from Sheila's basket. In front of my own eyes.

Under the quiet attention of everyone, Alvin frowned slightly. In fact, he thought it was a simple scam, but this bread...

"This bread does have magical fluctuations."

With a bang, the audience was in an uproar.

"How is it possible?" "He just said magic?" "It's a lie?" "Is this procrastination?" "No, I've seen him. This is really a therapist, but there is no need to lie."

"That…"

"That…"

Suddenly everyone's eyes were fixed on the basket in Sheila's hand.

"I buy, I buy, give me one!" I don't know who broke the peace.

The adventurers yelled one by one and took out their own money bags.

Sheila reacted quickly, put the bread tightly into her arms, and shouted loudly, "A silver coin each, gentlemen!"

In less than a minute, all the bread in Sheila's hand was out of stock. Ming Sheila asked his father to make another 20 pieces last night, but they had 35 breads in total, all of which were out of stock.

Sheila had a slight guilty conscience at this time, she could only remind and emphasize again, "Sir, please don't buy so much. Luck is such a vain thing, it's better to improve yourself by relying on it, and you must never know that you can't beat it. Take risks under the circumstances, the **** of luck will not bless those who die!"

The adventurers who bought the bread laughed loudly when Sheila yelled loudly, "Little girl, you don't need to remind us, we are experienced adventurers!"

At this time, another adventurer asked, "Dear girl, can you tell me where the noble magician is? Oh, I mean I just want to pay homage to his divine glory."

This level of rainbow fart suddenly said "you say one thing for me".

Sheila looked at the uncles who had circled her, and put the purse in her pocket with a confident expression.

"Since you know that it is a noble Mr. Mage, please don't explore his whereabouts. As you know, mysterious Mage doesn't like to be inquired at all."

As Sheila’s voice fell, the adventurers were all awakened by Sheila’s words, and walked away one by one, and the adventurer who made trouble at the beginning, as early as when he heard that there was a "magic", did not I know where I went.

Sheila looked at the leaving adventurer and remembered what Seya had said. Sure enough, magic was sacred and inviolable in many people's hearts. At this moment, they should not dare to follow her, right?

In fact, even if they didn't ask, Sheila had already figured out how to deal with it when she was revealed that the bread had magic.

Sheila turned her head and looked at Cook with her mouth wide open. She didn't know why things had developed into this way. She pulled his petrified body and said, "Dad, the bread is sold. Let's go home quickly."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Okay, okay." Cook replied completely unsettled.

"and many more."

Sheila turned her head when she heard the sound and saw that Alvin was still there.

After all, his bread can be so popular and his credit, Sheila doesn't feel any disgust with Alvin in front of her.

"Hello, my name is Alvin Osvid." Alvin bends slightly towards Sheila very kindly.

This was the first time she saw such a polite adult Sheila. After feeling a little at a loss, she regained the self-confidence she had just pretended to say, "Hello, sir."

Sheila also raised the skirt slightly, as a polite response, suddenly, a flash of light flashed in her mind, wait, she seemed to have heard the name.

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