Negotiation 9

  The next morning, Penny got up and tidied herself up a bit before rushing straight to Hickel's room.

  He had asked Damon, and knew that this room was on the second floor, in a not very bright corner. Generally speaking, people who like to live in such places are a bit lonely and stubborn. Penny gathered her strength, preparing to deal with this difficult character. When she arrived at the main door and was about to knock, she heard a faint sobbing sound coming from the gap under the door.

  Penny's hand stopped in mid-air, closed her eyes, and sensed that someone was kneeling on the bed facing the wall praying. She opened her eyes and stopped using this despicable method of spying with superpowers, deciding to stand at the door for a while before knocking and entering.

  "I just heard someone's footsteps stopping in front of my bedroom door for a long time, you sneaky little thing!" A pair of eyes with bloodshot stared at Penny.

  Penny Sien's eyes moved away from the painting, and he had just sensed that this was the object of worship for the girl. On it was not the appearance of any god, but a man in red clothes and a short woman. There was also a line of Selonian signature 'Xilin' on it, which was surprisingly similar to the sign outside, with about 70-80% similarity.

  This discovery made him smell the taste of the late eight o'clock slot, but art comes from life and is higher than life. Fast food art is the same, it's just that the high and low can't be said, Pan Ni was once enthusiastic about it, so he had a set of ideas:

  "I'm not interested in your affairs." He said indifferently: "I just want this tavern to make money."

  "Money? Has he started wanting money besides magic and power?" Hiko ridiculed with a sneer.

  "Maybe so, but it's not what he needs, it's what I need." said Penny.

  "Oh?" Hickory was somewhat surprised.

  "I've just left the ranks of Red Robe apprentices, and as repayment, I need to work for Master. I must prove my worth." Panni said this, suddenly seeing Hickory's expression change from mockery and impatience to shock and surprise:

  "Did I just hear that right? Oh, Lady Vorgath, you're on top of this. What did you just say? Leaving the ranks of the Red Robe mages, ha! Are you or are you not a Serl?"

  "It's a blood relation." Panni didn't deny it, and at the same time, he also found out that the girl in front of him was unexpectedly his "fellow believer", and for a moment, he didn't know how to react.

  "Hah, you're really a freak." Hickory's expression was still unpleasant, but it changed from 'sneering' to 'teasing': "Good, don't want to be the red-robed Serl person."

  "Could it be, miss, that you think all Sel'kor must wear red robes?"

  "Isn't that right? You shouldn't be wallowing in the fragments of corpses and blood plasma, and those red-robed dead men with hooks for hearts, every day licking the pus from the corpse's wounds, with nothing but power and strength in their eyes?" Xikuo screamed, her eyes turning red again, her emotions clearly out of control.

  "Not everyone likes those things." Penny's voice was neutral, a tone that had a great effect on calming people down. Hickory panted heavily as he listened to Penny continue: "Different kinds of people have different needs; even if I couldn't be independent, I still hope to live in a place where I feel comfortable."

  "Oh, tell me, what do you plan to do?" Hickory's gaze changed for a moment, her breathing calmed down a bit. Now when she looked at Penny, the hostility in her eyes had decreased a lot, at least that sharp and tense edge was gone, making her look more like a suitable negotiating partner.

  "It's still the same, I hope the tavern makes money," Penny repeated, this time it seemed Hickel was able to hear her, and she continued: "At least that can improve your life and mine."

  The tavern was very shabby, and the clothes on Hickel's body were also relatively simple. The style was good, but the material looked very poor at first glance. Thinking of Leng Zhanhu's lifestyle, it seemed that even in red robes, he could be called simple.

  Keiko remained silent, apparently thinking that such an improvement in life might improve to someone she didn't like. Penny deliberated for a moment and continued: "Everyone yearns for a happy life, I do too, and I think you do as well. Although I don't care about your affairs, Miss, I think it's inappropriate to make others suffer because of one's own suffering. Moreover, Miss, do you really think Mr. Jianhua would be hurt by your actions?"

  Even without extra business income, the wealth obtained from the organization itself is enough to live on, it's just not considered wealthy. Whether the tavern can make a big profit or barely maintain itself doesn't really matter.

  Moreover, Panni saw Hickel and only then understood why Jian Hua allowed such a hopeless tavern to survive for ten years. However, he didn't think the young lady could understand this sentiment, nor did he think he had the ability to persuade her to understand. He also didn't think he had an obligation to become a sympathetic older brother to resolve this deep and unbridgeable gap. After all, he was just a worker who had been promoted from being an apprentice laborer. So, in order to simplify things, his words carried not-so-kind misdirection: "Do you really think your dad would take your pain seriously?"

  It is well known that Red Robe Masters are all beings with indifferent emotions.

  So wake up and run the tavern well, earn some money and make yourself more comfortable.

  Xikoer's expression changed several times, finally becoming somewhat despondent. She waved her hand, seemingly already tired to the point of being listless: "Alright, don't touch that sign at the entrance, everything else... (taking a deep breath) ...everything else is up to you."

  Then she lay down on the bed, shaking and swaying, pulled up a somewhat messy quilt, covered half of her face, and scattered her light golden hair all over the bed, looking very fragile.

  Negotiation inspection passed.

  Penny let out a breath. As she walked out of the room, Old Damon stood at the stairs, seeing Penny walk out with a relaxed face, he was quite shocked.

  "Go find a carpenter, make a new signboard, and also make a nameplate, like this...like that, then hang it above the original one. Hmm, go to the furniture store to order some sofas, and then go to the leather workshop to make some cushions...not enough money? Forget it, fabric ones will do too. About how long will it take? Hmm, so first change the signboard, and then replace the chairs after they're made."

  Old Damon and the two wine servers saw that Penny was able to move his own big sister, their attitude suddenly changed, becoming very respectful. This is something no one has ever done before, of course, they all obeyed and went to work.

  Penny sat at the door, waiting until afternoon, when he saw the sign "Farewell, Werewolf" hung above the old sign of the tavern. At the same time, he also got a surprise, yesterday's bartender who was scared away by a terrifying technique sneaked back, wanting to retrieve something that had fallen behind the bar. How could Penny let him run? He immediately grabbed him and wanted to hire him.

  "Good sir, have mercy on me." The bartender's face was bitter, yesterday he had been scared out of his wits by Old Jenkins, and today he had mustered up twelve parts of courage to rush back, but where did he dare to stay now.

  "You know what Mr.'s identity is, right?" Penny asked back.

  The bartender nodded, red robe, bald head, tattooed, in Ser, even the entire Eastern Domain of the Absolute Boundary, only a fool wouldn't know.

  "You must be aware, sir, of the power that gentleman wields in this land, and as I now manage this tavern, my words here represent his will. If you were to defy a Red Robe..." Panni smiled with ill intent.

  "I understand, young master, I understand." The bartender's face turned gloomy and he sullenly retreated behind the bar.

  Penny snapped her fingers lightly.

  The inspection has passed.

  Everything is ready, as a tavern, although the monk's bench is not very comfortable to sit on, the selling point is wine, and this problem requires some time. Now more importantly, it needs an attractive gimmick.

  The new sign is actually not bad, 'Goodbye, Werewolf' can make people think of the past, and then compare with the present, it will generate interest. However, the current bar lacks appeal, and the contrast is not prominent enough, something else needs to be added...

  Penny looked around for possible inspiration, suddenly her eyes scanned outside the window, and she was taken aback to see a woman standing by the street, admiring the new sign of the bar.

  This beautiful woman is in her early twenties, with a tall and slender figure. Her slightly upturned mouth corners and sweet smile are very enticing, the exposed tender white neck can't help but make people want to take a bite, his gaze continues to sweep down to her chest and thighs, Penny swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that little brother is subtly rising, an idea immediately entered his mind.

  Then he slipped out of the tavern, put on a fourteen-year-old boy's most innocent and lovely smile, grabbed the beauty's skirt: "Sister sister, help me out, okay?"

  "Oh?" The beautiful woman looked at the little boy who had gone crazy on the street yesterday with interest, and suddenly became interested: "What a lovely little brother, what can sister help you with?"

  Panny smiled secretly in her heart as she hooked the fish, but her expression became even more innocent: "Alright then, I'll pay Sister Beren's price, just half a day's time."

  "Come on, let's take a look." The beauty's interest seemed to be even greater now.

  It passed the inspection... maybe.

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