The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

In the guild, the salary of each member is distributed by Kagali, and the salary is also determined by the performance of this member in the team.

But in most cases, everyone's salary is the same.

Now, even though I have become the president of the guild, this is at most a nominal, all the actual trading power is still in the hands of Kagali.

It’s not that she is arrogant to me, nor that I want to delegate power, but that I’m really not suitable for being a president. I have a loose nature, love freedom, and good at solo. Harold is right. I was not born to be a president. .

In order not to be a coolie who took the initiative to send to the door, I decided to take a detour.

Seeing a bunch of people walking towards me talking and laughing, I speeded up my pace, slid into another alley, stood by the wall, and looked out.

Florence and a few girls passed by talking and laughing, and did not notice me hiding behind the wall at all. Zach and others had a strong smile on their faces, each carrying a pile of bags in their hands, following Behind them, there was silence.

From the faces of several male compatriots, I read the sadness of shopping with women and the frustration of having to carry such a large amount of things.

I fully understand their feelings at the moment. This kind of thing is not only a characteristic of the Hefeng Continent, but there is no such sadness on the earth.

Or how someone said: shopping is a paradise for women and **** for men.

Without the sharp eyes of Loki, the perceptive guys are there. Zack and the others want to find me hiding behind the wall and peeking at me. It's harder than reaching the sky.

When they got far away, I walked around without a hassle and entered the seafood shop leisurely.

I occasionally visit this shop to see if there is any new seafood.

It's not that I like to eat seafood, but Barbara. Although she is only half of the cat family, she has inherited the habit of eating seafood and has a keen interest in some delicate and cute edible fish.

Fortunately, their hobbies and hobbies of the cat tribe are fundamentally different from those of the cats on earth: they don't eat mice.

Otherwise, I really can't imagine Barbara taking a mouthful of mouse blood and coming over to kiss me and rub my picture.

There are many fish tanks in the shop, and between each of the several fish tanks, there is a cabinet that runs ice magic, which is similar to the refrigerator on the earth, except that it is environmentally friendly, pollution-free, and has a constant temperature.

The doors of the cabinets are all open, and there is a constant flow of cool air. In this hotter weather, it is simply a kind of supreme enjoyment.

I was comfortably enjoying the coolness from the inside out, and there was a warm cry from around me: "Brother, are you here again?"

When I turned my head, it was the owner of the shop.

The boss is a young person with dark skin. He looks like an old bird who has been in the sea all year round. He has a good temper and is quite enthusiastic. Although I have only been here a few times, he is very impressed with me every time he brings seafood. When I left, he always gave me some other marine objects, not many things, but heartwarming, after coming and going, I became a regular customer of their family.

I smiled and said, "Well, here again."

"What seafood do you want this time?"

I thought about it, and said, "Fish, it's delicious grilled fish."

The shop owner quickly walked to a cabinet and took out a fish with a big palm from it, and said to me: "This fish is delicious and fresh after roasting, and it has a nourishing effect on the body~"

As he spoke, he smiled at me, his face full of wretched smiles.

I guess he must have misunderstood something, but for the two points of deliciousness and freshness, I must buy a few of them and let Barbara have a taste.

So I asked: "Why haven't you recommended this fish to me before?"

The shop owner said innocently: "Don’t blame me, this fish can only be eaten grilled, and other ways of eating, whether it is stewed, boiled or tortured, will melt in the pot. In the end, you can’t find anything except a pair of fish bones. The fish comes out."

"Is it so mysterious?" I was a little suspicious.

The shop owner made a cut and said, "Look at you, don't believe it yet, so let me show it to you for the sake of a regular customer."

With that said, he ordered the buddy to take out a big pot from the back kitchen, fill it with water, and said to me: "Brother, you have to see clearly, if you don’t look at it, you want to see the next time. I have to pay for it myself."

I nodded.

As he said, he put the cauldron on the fire magic stove and heated it up. After a while, the water in the pot gurgled and boiled.

At this moment, the cauldron was also surrounded by customers, all staring into the pot, all unblinking, as if for fear of missing some wonderful sections.

The shop owner did not talk nonsense, scraped the scales off the fish a few times, and did not remove the internal organs, so he threw the fish into the pot.

The water in the pot boiled more and more, and the fish in the water began to roll up and down. After a short while, I saw the originally tender red fish, which started to whiten slowly, but did not disappear at all.

Questioning voices began to appear in the crowd, and some people began to whisper to the fish that had not disappeared in the cauldron. Some of them finally couldn't stand their temper and turned and left.

I sneered and continued to stare at the cauldron, waiting for the miracle that the boss said.

After about ten minutes, the fish still did not disappear. There was a commotion in the crowd. Some customers began to discuss whether it was a deliberate stunt by the boss to attract customers. In fact, the fish could not disappear.

The discussion got louder and louder. I looked up and saw that the boss’ brows had been twisted into a pimple, and sweat was dripping from his dark face. He crackled along the pointed chin on the ground and wet him. A small piece of ground in front of your toes.

I don't know if this sweat is because of the hot weather or because he is nervous.

The owner of this shop was originally enthusiastic to show me his fish, and now such an embarrassing stalk suddenly appeared. Although it was not my intention, after all, I have such a small and subtle relationship with me, so I decided to The atmosphere broke.

"Boss, boss!" I raised my voice, waking up the boss from his thoughts: "Pretend me ten...twenty ones, good."

The shop owner said a few times, and then he recovered, gave me a grateful look, then turned and walked towards the cabinet.

At this moment, a customer suddenly said loudly: "Look, the fish has disappeared!"

Just this sound gathered everyone's eyes and looked at the boiling cauldron.

In the big pot, the whitish fish that was constantly churn was really slowly getting smaller, and the trend of getting smaller was very fast, and it could even be easily noticed with the naked eye.

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