Chapter 1477: Dead Taoist Friends Don’t Die Poor Taoists

There are always some people in this world who are gifted, and Barbara is one of them.

She has been working in the proprietress's cafe since she was sensible. Until now, not to mention the dungeon, she has never been to the adventurer's base a few times.

Grinding coffee beans, making coffee, cutting cakes, eating cakes secretly, being lazy, cheating, being punished by the boss lady, pretending to be stupid, and acting coquettishly at me. This series of things, gathered together, is her life so far.

If she had to be related to adventurers or something, the most likely would be the people she served, and quite a few of them were adventurers.

But at best, they just serve coffee, serve snack plates, and listen to some adventurers telling stories about their adventures. Even physical contact is minimal.

The only adventurer who has the most physical contact with her is probably the boss lady, followed by me.

It's such a meow girl who has almost nothing to do with adventure, but she has inexplicably understood combat skills. This is so fucking unreasonable, isn't it?

I cursed my mother and covered my face helplessly, feeling that the whole world was full of malice toward me.

Cagalli was stroking my back to comfort me while introducing Barbara's fighting skills to me.

Her combat skills are very similar to her personality, simple and direct.

It was a fighting method similar to Cross Slash. The difference was that Cross Slash used a knife, while she used nails, or claws to be precise.

Once horizontally, once vertically, and call it a day.

Despite the simplicity of the combat technique, the effect was outstanding. After two moves, ten shallow marks were drawn out of thin air on the wall one meter away.

Don't underestimate it just because it's just a shallow mark. Remember the important point - Barbara is just an ordinary person, not an adventurer!

We immediately started a heated discussion about Barbara's fighting skills. I thought that this matter must be told to the boss's wife. After all, before Barbara married me, the boss's wife was her only guardian.

My idea was unanimously approved by the others, but then another discussion started on how to explain Barbara's fighting skills to the boss's wife.

Cagalli felt that it was better to speak straightforwardly, simply and clearly.

I think we should check first. After all, the boss’s wife will show a repulsive attitude towards Barbara’s participation in anything related to adventurers. I’m deeply afraid that the boss’s wife will learn that Barbara realizes this without any psychological preparation. When the adventurer's combat skills are mastered, the wrath of thunder will rain down. When the time comes, who will bear the responsibility?

In an instant, all eyes turned to me, and Billy said: "You are her fiancée, of course you are the one to do it."

I was excited: "This is the only thing, don't try to put all the responsibility on me!"

"What should we do?" Cagalli spread her hands and glanced at the faces of everyone present.

"Don't look at me, I don't know." Yura waved his hands repeatedly and said, "When I was in Airi City, the boss lady was classified as one of the people who should not be messed with. Her residual influence is still effective on me now."

"Well, I testify to this," Lilea said: "A certain distant relative of the noble lady was once beaten up by the landlady and thrown out of the cafe because she teased a maid in the shop with words. None of the arrogant nobles dared to take revenge."

"It's so scary." Susan drew three black lines on her forehead and murmured.

Beside her, Belle and Duanmuyu, one pulling Susan's sleeve and the other pulling Liu Yu's sleeve, widened their frightened eyes, imagining the scene of the boss's wife throwing someone.

Not far away, Lily and Lizi hugged each other, shivering.

One meter behind Lily, Rocky bit his handkerchief and looked at Lizzie with envy and jealousy - he also wanted to hold Lily like this.

Everyone's emotions were affected by Yura and Lilea's words, and everyone fell silent, especially Zach and Yang Gao. One of them looked to the left and the other to the right, and they dared not look directly at me.

"This is not scary, but charming, unique and irreplaceable!"

With a deep voice and passionate words, Jackson, who has been pursuing the landlady relentlessly, spoke up to vindicate the landlady.

When I saw him, I was happy: "Hey, I forgot about you. You are pursuing the boss's wife. In that case, I will leave it to you to talk to the boss's wife about Barbara's combat skills."

I smiled and patted his shoulder hard.

Seeing the pained expression on his face that showed constipation, I just felt relieved.

Let you turn your back on the people and accept the anger of the broad masses of the people!

The door lock clicked, and then the door opened, and the landlady, Florence, and a group of maids entered the house.

Seeing us gathered together, the landlady smiled slightly: "Where's the meeting?"

"That's right, boss lady." I pushed Jackson: "He has something to tell you."

"Oh." The landlady picked up her apron and said as she walked to the kitchen, "What's the matter?"

"Go!" I gave Jackson an encouraging look: "Come on!"

"We are waiting for your good news." Cagalli also showed her big sisterly attitude and nodded firmly to Jackson: "Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

The others also followed the philosophy that a dead Taoist friend should never die a poor Taoist, and they cheered for Jackson one by one. Those who didn't cheer for him silently lit wax for him.

As if he was going to the execution ground, Jackson turned around three times and walked to the kitchen door reluctantly. After thinking again and again, his courage still failed to win over his reason. He turned around and was about to escape.

Just at this moment, the voice of the landlady came from the kitchen: "We're already at the door, and we're still chattering. If you have anything to say, please tell me!"

Then, there was another sound of a knife chopping a cutting board, which made us all tremble, and Jackson almost sat on the ground in fright.

In the end, Jackson entered the kitchen, not because he wanted to, but because Florence helped him in. Florence, who was holding the dish basin, kicked him in because she thought he was in the way.

We didn't dare to lie down at the door for fear of causing disaster, so we could only hide and watch from a distance.

I thought I could hear the conversation in the kitchen through the door with my keen hearing, but the fact was beyond my expectation. Apart from the sound of chopping vegetables, I couldn't hear a single word of the conversation.

Not just me, but even Barbara and Emily, who have the sharpest hearing.

Listening to the increasingly louder sound of chopping vegetables, we could only pray silently on the sofa that the complete Jackson would come out, not just a part.

The magic clock keeps clicking, and our hearts keep ticking along with it.

It seems that the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen has disappeared, replaced by the sound of stir-frying.

Are you in peace?

Or is it that Jackson has been killed with a knife by the angry landlady and then made into a dish?

Horrifying thoughts kept passing through each of our minds, and we began to discuss in low voices whether to rush in to save people or pretend that Jackson was not there at all.