Although Kretia felt in her heart that it would be better to quit that habit.

It's better to say that helping to solve this kind of problem is a waste of my time.

If you have such time, it is better to help yourself find the author of the book as soon as possible.

But even if he complained, he had no choice but to cooperate with patience.The clues that were finally grasped cannot be lost because of oneself.

So Cretia also pretended to be 'behaved' and cooperated with Gandalf and said that she would help.

Perhaps because he finally had someone to confide in, the beggar-like Hall seemed a little refreshed.

The light of hope once again shone in those dull eyes.

The old beggar wiped away his tears, no, the old general spoke.

"I... because I did something wrong to my friend. I was hated by everyone, and I can no longer return to everyone. I, I am finished."

After hearing Hall's very negative statement, Gandalf couldn't stand it and smashed the wine table with his fist angrily.

The loud noise startled the bartender who was about to fall asleep.

"You general, you are so spineless. What are you afraid of... This is not like you Hall. In the past, you bravely resisted the job left by the leader, and led the Dahal Army Worked a miracle. Now it's just being hated by friends and becoming so negative. Give me brute force to overcome. Use your general's authority to order them to restore relations with you."

Hall smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"If only it were that simple...."

Hall said, looking down at his crotch.

That little move did not escape Cretia's eyes.

I always feel that the seemingly indifferent action is like a hint, which contains profound connotations.

"I was afraid of becoming like my old leader. I didn't dare to do anything... Even if the opponent is such a guy, even if he is a general, if the opponent has that willingness, no matter how he hides, he will not be able to avoid revenge. .”

The ranger and the cat girl who turned into the god of death can enter any place, unknowingly retrieve eggs and get out of the body.

Speaking of this, Hall seemed to have thought of something terrible, and shivered greatly.

Gandalf couldn't help frowning at Hall's words.

"Forget it. I understand Hall's character. Since you said so, it's right. Continuing like this won't solve anything. Just tell the matter from beginning to end. I'll help you find a solution after listening."

Hall followed suit.

Although Cretia complained frantically in her heart, "The delay is going to get longer again, and it's annoying to death." '

But still pretending to smile and agree with Gandalf.

Hall generously told the two of them the whole story.

Among them, the process of offending Cook and others was simply overshadowed by the sentence "in order to perform the task."

Gandalf scratched his beard and nodded as he listened to Hall, as if listening to a story.

"Sunset Sylph and Bloody Nina? I've also heard of their names. They are both quite famous heroes. These two actually switched careers to open nightclubs!?........ also opened in Zoram Have you opened a branch? Have you established a branch of the nightclub trade union? That’s it, no wonder you said that you can no longer go to your favorite nightclub... If you want to be hated by those two people, stepping into their field will indeed Get punched out. If it turns out to be like the old leader, it will be Dahal's curse."

Just now she thought it was a waste of time, but after listening to Hall's story, Credia found it quite interesting.The inexplicable feeling is legendary.

Cretia, who understood what Gandalf meant, also nodded involuntarily.

'If the sun really sets.Maybe there will be rumors that General Dahar is cursed and that the explosive egg is a fate that General Dahar cannot escape. '

Hall kept nodding and continued.

Just when he was talking about his relationship with Cook and asked Cook to write a book, Cretia, who had been serving as an answering machine, suddenly shouted excitedly.

The sound was so loud that it woke up the bartender who had just started to doze off again.

"Cook! You, you said you have a friend named Cook who can write books? Could it be that he wrote "Slightly Hot Paradise"?"

Gandalf and Hall both turned to look at Clytia.

Hall frowned, pointed at Cretia with the wine bottle and asked Gandalf.

"Hi. Gandalf, I was just about to say something. Who is this blue-haired woman? It won't be your new Rinpoche."

"Hey, don't tell everyone the same thing as you. I don't have a Rinpoche with blue hair. I like a Rinpoche with blonde hair and big breasts."

"Your taste is as elegant as ever."

"Why don't you just like to be someone else's Rinpoche."

The old general's previous joke was really not something ordinary people could digest.

Just when I felt that this topic continued and I had no chance to intervene at all.

Gandalf beckoned to Clytia, taking the opportunity to introduce her to Hall.

"I just introduced it to you. This guy is my friend's granddaughter. She is the current head of the 'St. Martin's Bookstore'. This time I brought her to you, and I hope you can help him find information on the author of "Slightly Hot Paradise" .”

Cretia bowed generously to Hall.

"Greetings, General Hall. As Grandpa Gandalf said. I would like your help."

Hall looked at Cretia, and after sighing, his expression became depressed again.

"The boss of St. Martin's Bookstore. I have also patronized your bookstore. I didn't expect that the boss would be such a young woman. It's amazing. Hey. With Gandalf's request, I have to give it face. No, even if Gandalf doesn't come forward. , I should also help. Cook is indeed the one who wrote "Mild Heat Paradise" and the benefactor of our Dahar Army. I admire him very much. But... you also heard that now Ku and I Their relationship is very tense. Let alone introducing you, even repairing the relationship will be difficult. I have been worrying about this matter for a whole month. Rather, I am the one who wants help the most. "

After listening to Hall's words.

Gandalf and Crédia both looked troubled.

"Repairing relationships is not my area of ​​expertise. As long as people know that I am a general, they will take the initiative to flatter me. I have never worried about interpersonal relationships."

Chapter 164: The General in an Embarrassing Situation

After Gandalf finished speaking, Cretia also nodded with a wry smile.

"Me, I'm not good at it either. From my mother's generation, our family is not good at interpersonal matters. Making other people feel bad and making people hate us...... I'm very good at it."

Hall sighed.All three fell silent.

The whole tavern fell into silence again.

Just when this silence seemed to last until the end of the world, the bartender who was woken up twice in a row spoke.

"That... I didn't mean to eavesdrop on the conversations of the guests, it's purely because your voices are too loud. If it's to restore the relationship, how about giving the other party a gift. No matter when you receive a gift you like Feel happy."

At the end of the bartender's words, there was a brief silence at first, and then, all three of them stood up abruptly without warning.

All three of them were burning with a powerful aura visible to the naked eye.The appearance changed instantly, and it looked like the legendary super gypsy.

This startled the bartender.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking nonsense. I, I was wrong. Please, please don't be angry."

Hall's nostrils puffed with air.

"The bartender is right. Why didn't I think of that?"

Gandalf's white hair and beard fluttered under the cyclone.

"The bartender was right. That's a great idea."

Cretia also covered her mouth, with a strange light shining in her eyes.

"The bartender is right. This will work."

After the three reached a consensus, they sat down together again.This time, the bartender was completely sober.No more drowsiness.

"Thank you, thank you for your affirmation."

The plan of giving gifts to restore the relationship was tentatively approved by everyone.

Next comes the question of what gift to give.

"Hall, what gift do you plan to give to that Cook. Gift giving is a delicate art. If you accidentally give the wrong gift, not only will it not increase your favorability, but it will also lose your favorability."

Gandalf squinted his eyes, with the expression of an expert in game strategy.

Cretia also nodded.

"Yes. Mother, no matter what you give someone, you will end up annoying him. It's like playing a Lifan game with only bad options. Our family is not good at gift giving either."

Hall was a little worried about Cretia's family problems, but he still turned his head and asked experts for help.

Noticing Hall's gaze, the bartender responds with a 'terrified' response.

"Hey, bartender, please tell me what kind of gift to give. You look very experienced."

The bartender smiled wryly.

"I can't say I have experience. But in gift giving, the main thing is to grasp the other party's preferences. If you like to eat, you can give food, if you like to wear, you can give clothes... It's very simple."

After listening to the bartender's words, the three people nodded again and said together.

"Sure enough... the bartender is right." X3.

"Enough."

The bartender, who couldn't bear it any longer, wailed.

The bartender went off to work, leaving Hall, Gandalf and Crétia to continue their discussion.

"Well, Hall, do you know the preferences of your friends?"

"However, they are friends. I understand this. Sylph, Nina, and Suxi are all women, and it is enough to send clothes and food. The problem is Cook... that guy likes books the most. Like I read and like to write books."

Hearing Hall talking about books, Gandalf was very excited.

"Isn't that just right? It seems that I really brought Kretia here. Kretia, sell some of your best books to Hall. Let Hall repair his relationship with his friends. Then I can easily introduce you to that friend."

I thought Cretia would happily agree after hearing this.When Gandalf and Hall shifted their gazes to her, they saw Cretia bowing her head and thinking seriously.

She was obviously a woman with blue hair, but she gave the impression that she was using her brain, which surprised both Gandalf and Hall.

Cretia thought for a moment, then raised her head again.

This time, Credia's eyes were shining with joy, and her appearance was reminiscent of an evil magician.

Cretia said with an excited voice.

"May I have an opinion? General Hall also said that the friend named Cook not only likes to read books but also likes to write books. I know very well that people who like to write books are the same, and they all want to make their works To be seen by more and more people. Then, why not give him a gift that is more palatable than a book...Give that Cook a chance in the name of General Hall. Invite him to come As a guest author of St. Martin's Bookstore. St. Martin's Bookstore will serve as a platform to help him publish his works. Other requirements, all the way to give the green light. How about this?"

After hearing what Credia said, Hall looked very excited.

That decadent face also became radiant.

Hall slammed the table again and stood up.

"This, this gift is good. Cook has long been troubled by the efficiency of book production. The purpose of coming to Zoram is also to find a regular way to publish. With the platform of St. Martin's Bookstore, these problems can be solved .If I can give this as a gift to Cook. He will forgive me. Relationship can be repaired."

When Hall roared excitedly, Gandalf nodded with a satisfied expression.The corners of Cretia's mouth curved to the extreme.

It really comes with no effort.

Not only did he achieve his original goal, but he could also sell the general a favor.This is very lucky.

After roaring excitedly, Hall happily turned to Cretia.

"Miss Credia. You have helped me so much. I don't know how I can thank you."

"No need, no need. People who love books should help each other. Originally, I wanted to ask General Hall to help me find the author of "Mild Heat Paradise". In this way, both of us can achieve our goals. It's a win-win situation. good idea."

"Since you said that, then I'm not being polite. After that, I will let my soldiers take care of the business of St. Martin's Bookstore."

"Then I am very grateful to the general."

In the empty tavern, three people laughed cheerfully.

The bartender also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since everyone is so happy. Would you like to have a drink to celebrate."

"The bartender is right. Here, open a good bottle of wine. My treat."

"Hahaha. The bartender is always right."

"Yes, yes, the bartender was right all the time."

. . . . . . . .

Since his kidnapping, Cook has been restless.

Run back and forth between the Queen, Princess, Night Butterfly branch, and clothing store.

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