Paine's game

"Task one has been completed: buy a box of matches from the little girl Linda and use them all."

"Mission two has been completed: take the little girl Linda back to her own home and persuade her confused alcoholic father to get out of the grief of losing his wife and get back on her feet."

When Paine stood in Bomby Street again, he couldn't help but shudder. The weather was really too cold, and although the sun was shining brightly, he still couldn't feel a trace of warmth when it shone on people.

Recalling the operation just now, Paine couldn't help but want to give himself a thumbs up. After buying a box (one) of phantom matches, Paine chose to use them directly in front of the father and daughter. When burning the match, he felt lustful.

The feeling of immortal omnipotence made Paine very fascinated. No wonder the short-haired girl just now was immersed in it. Fortunately, Paine played a clever trick and asked for a box of fantasy matches with only one stick. Otherwise, if he had scratched the whole box, Paine felt

Even if I complete task one, I will become a match addict.

As for the second task, Paine didn't know how he completed it. The little girl Linda was already at home. Did her confused alcoholic kiss cheer up because she saw the money?

"What a pity. That woman must have a lot of good things in her."

Paine felt a little sorry that the body of the short-haired girl was gone.

Paine was walking and suddenly stopped in front of a tavern. There was a crossbar used to tie horses outside the tavern.

A gold coin fluttered on Paine's finger - before giving the purse to Jonathan, he secretly kept some, which was how he and Linda paid for additional matches.

"Logically speaking, a lot of information can always be found in a place like a tavern. I should go in and find out some information. Charlotte sent us there in pairs. I'm afraid she had already planned to make one of them into a match and go back directly.

It’s too dangerous to ask for money.”

Pushing open the door of the tavern, a noisy atmosphere rushed in. An old wooden door seemed to separate two worlds, forming a sharp contrast with the deathly silence outside.

The tavern was not big, but it was almost full of people. When Paine opened the door and came in, everyone's eyes were focused on him, but after a moment he withdrew his gaze and continued to talk and enjoy himself with the collision of large glasses.

of wine.

The air was filled with the smell of wine and sweat. If you were a germaphobe, you would probably suffocate right now. Paine walked straight towards the end, where there was a thick oak curved bar and a man with a mustache.

middle-aged man wiping wine glasses in front of the bar.

Paine sat down on a tall stool in front of the bar and slapped a silver coin on the bar.

"What does this gentleman need?" The middle-aged man with a mustache stopped what he was doing and stared brightly at the silver coins Paine placed in front of the bar.

"If you want to drink something, we have ale, wine, liqueur and mead here." He pointed to the wine cabinet rack behind him that was filled with wine bottles.

"If you are hungry and want to eat something, we also have a wide variety of food for sale at reasonable prices. We have top-quality ham imported from the Frankish Kingdom, as well as good goat meat and white bread. Of course, if

If you like fish, we also have fresh herring and cod here. These are rare things and no one will be able to get them when the Greenland Sea freezes over."

Mustache excitedly introduced the special dishes in his store, "If there is any special dish that we are most proud of, it is the pickled herring secretly made in our tavern..."

"Wait a minute."

Paine stopped the mustache's sales. It's not that he wasn't hungry. In fact, he was starving after taking a bite of black buckwheat bread. But when he heard the mustache mention pickled herring, Paine felt bad.

Because he once enjoyed this "deliciousness" in his previous life on Blue Star.

The characteristic of this kind of pickled herring is "stinky", and it has an indescribable stench. It is a stinky food that is not on the same level as stinky tofu. If I have to use a way to describe it, it just smells bad after eating it for a week.

Tofu resulted in dry and loose stools. After holding it in for a week, I finally excreted it and smelled the smell when I put it on the toilet. And the smell persisted for a long time. If you open it in the room without opening the window for ventilation, the smell can remain half

months!

"You wouldn't say that you all eat this pickled herring in this tavern, right?" Paine asked in surprise, "Can you bear it?"

"Of course not, our pickled herring can only be eaten outside." Mustache shook his head regretfully, "After all, not everyone who comes here can appreciate the wonderful smell that lasts forever."

"Well, after all, everyone has different preferences. Give me a goat steak and a glass of mead." Paine took out another silver coin, "Besides, I also want to inquire about some more things."

"Of course you know everything." The mustache, who was labeled "heavy taste" by Paine, smiled brightly. He quickly accepted the two silver coins and called the maid who was serving other guests to go to the kitchen to ask for food.

, he poured Paine a glass of mead with quick hands and feet.

"I don't know what you want to ask, sir?"