The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 139 Special Guest

After finishing the steak, Roy was combing Gwen's hair.

Watching two lols sticking to each other is such a joy to watch, so Zell never had time to return the cutlery to the restaurant.

After knowing what happened to Gwen, Roy began to feel sorry for the 1000-year-old child.

Indeed, as Zell said, Gwen was caught in a very troublesome family dispute, let alone the police, even if the Philos family came, there was no way.

No matter how powerful their family's influence is, it is only limited to these two cities and radiates to the surrounding areas.In a place that is too far away, there is nothing to help except money.

Roy can't help her much, so she can only care about Gwen, comb her hair and so on.

Gwen's hair is actually nothing to comb. The twin ponytails would be messy if they were so curled and undone, and the above part was close to the scalp and couldn't be combed, so she simply got up and went behind Roy and grabbed her hair in her hands, turning back.

"Teacher, let me cut your hair. How about we change it?"

Hair is such a precious thing, Roy didn't know whether to give it to Gwen, and looked at Zell tangled.

"Gwen's aesthetics can still be trusted." Zell deliberately did not mention Gwen's true level, wanting to surprise Roy.

Not only can she cut, but she can do everything except washing hair with just a pair of scissors, no matter blowing, dyeing or ironing.

If you don't want to find Isolde later, you can discuss with the rich woman Roy to open a hair salon in the store next door.

A business with no capital and huge profits will definitely make money!
Gwen started to cut Roy's hair. In order to prevent the broken hair from falling on her body, she also put a haircut scarf on Roy.

"Okay, let's continue the question and answer." Roy sat upright on the chair, looking at Zell without evading.

Fuck, Zell scratches at his hair, unwilling to face it.

"First of all, how did this group of Poro come here? Have you gone to the black market again?"

"Am I that kind of person!"

Zell explained the origin of the Poro and told Roy about the Poro herders, but he found someone to take the blame for how to transport the Poro from the Freljord.

"My friend is a mage. He only needs to open a portal to send the Poro over. It's more convenient than taking the Hexgate."

Drama of the Year, "I Have a Friend"

Roy's sharper eyes made Zell sweat like rain, and she always felt that she would ask in the next sentence: "Could this friend you are talking about be yourself?"

Then Zell also showed his cards, saying that he was the mage, and he also opened the portal.

But Roy is not stupid, and he will immediately ask him why he didn't open the portal to send the doll to the Shadow Island. The portal that Poro can pass through, the doll can naturally pass through.

Then Zell was dumbfounded. It can't be said that because of the Poro Tome, the portal can only be opened around the hero.

So he probably won't be completely honest about things related to the book.

Fortunately, Roy didn't ask the question as he worried, but turned to another topic.

"What about the original crystal? Don't tell me it was given by a friend."

Zell: "It's a scrap found on the black market."

"So you still went to the black market, right?"

Roy snorted coldly, she knew that Zell must not be telling the truth.

The original crystal has been mined and consumed by the Philos family, even if it is difficult to find on the black market, only those old families may still have some stock in their hands.

But no matter what, he was willing to use the precious crystal on himself, and this intention was enough to explain everything.

"All right."

After Gwen cut her hair, Roy found that her hair was bewitched and fluffed up a little, so she chatted with her immediately to discuss it.

"call."

Zell quickly sent the tableware back to someone and escaped unharmed.

……

In the afternoon, a few special guests came to the cafe.

One was a well-dressed and elegant lady with a smile on her face, and the other was a middle-aged man with a greasy hair and a greasy smile. They chatted with each other and walked into the coffee shop.

Behind them were a few respectful young men who looked like assistants or secretaries, escorting them without saying a word.

They talked loudly, as casually as if they had come to their own home.

Roy frowned.

The coffee shop needs to be quiet, speaking loudly is disrespect to the coffee shop and other customers, and it may scare the Poro.

Such behavior must be stopped!
Roy was about to remind them to keep their voices down, but when she saw the two leaders, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and hurriedly hid in the back kitchen.

"My God! Why are these two people here together!"

She was running around in a hurry in the kitchen.

That's right.

The two people who made her panic so happened to be her father and Zell's aunt.

It would be okay if they only appeared alone, but if these two people appeared together, they must be "conspiring" something, just thinking about it made her blush and pant from nervousness.

In her opinion, this battle is no different from seeing her parents.

Unable to restrain her strong curiosity, Roy poked her head out of the kitchen secretly to observe how the situation developed.

Zell, who was sitting on the sofa "reading the newspaper", was the first to be caught, and had no chance to slip away.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward.

"Aunt... why are you here?"

Cassandra looked over, looked him up and down, a smile well kept on her face.

"Zell, I haven't seen you for a while since the last Evolution Day dinner. No, my aunt introduced you to business."

As she spoke, she opened one of the hands in front of her, facing the middle-aged man next to her with her palm facing up: "This busy man is Mr. Albus, the most famous investor in Piltover. You must have heard his name. Come and say hello, nephew."

Although Zell and his nephew have similar pronunciations, Cassandra will certainly not make such a low-level mistake of inaccurate pronunciation.

She was reminding Zell of the seniority between her and him, implying that he shouldn't call Albus Mr. like she did.

This scheming is deeper than the Great Rift Valley of Zaan.

The reason why Zell is afraid of society is not because of the existence of these people, who always remind him to pay attention to various rules.

Although this call will come sooner or later, no one likes to be urged.

"Hi uncle, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

Zell looked at Yabus nervously, who was also looking at him, his smiling eyes were like a fox's, unpredictable.

"I know you, Zell. I made a fortune with your sweeper."

"Really..." Zell was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Yabus say:

"However, what impressed me the most was the fact that Roy came back with a cup of milk tea and acted like a baby to me to get me to approve the production of snow guns. From then on, I knew that no matter how much I made from you, I would lose money. "

(End of this chapter)