Half-elf Notebook

"One serving of butter, one serving of white bread, and one serving of sausage and fried egg."

Ina looked at the rather unremarkable menu and ordered from the waitress.

She actually wanted a drink and cream.

Unfortunately, the former restaurant only provided hot water and clean water, while the latter took a few seconds to think carefully.

She rejected it on the spot and replaced it with butter.

It takes courage and luck to order cream, a condiment with a short shelf life and high cost, in the slums.

Jack ordered a plate of tomato stew and fish and chips.

"One serving of fish and chips, one serving of tomato stew, one serving of grilled sausage and fried egg, and one serving of white bread with butter!"

The waitress called out the two people's orders to the cook and owner in the back.

"what?"

Is there any special meaning for setting up this menu?

This is just a learning exercise...

Ina was embarrassed, but soon felt relieved.

The customers who come here are mainly normal poor people.

The menu is more of a formal embellishment.

The "kitchen" is open.

Baking, frying and steaming are all performed right before the customers' eyes, so the owner naturally does not have to worry about not hearing the waitresses' voices.

"Why don't you tell me about your past? I'm curious, how did a beggar who was attached to the Blood Gang escape from the gang?"

While waiting for the food to be served, Ina asked with a smile, holding her cheek.

"That was three years ago." Yake said frankly.

Ina may not be aware of it.

But in his opinion, the white-haired girl saved his life to some extent and helped him accomplish what he wanted to do.

Therefore, he was not opposed to answering Ina's questions.

"I was still a homeless person at that time, and luckily I got the chance to go out and beg."

"But it was unfortunate. The winter that year was very cold, and there were few pedestrians and vendors on the streets of other districts."

He exhaled, as if he could still feel the severe coldness from his memory:

"There are very few people willing to give alms to the homeless. By nightfall, I still couldn't get enough money..."

“So you didn’t go back to the ghetto.”

Ina followed what Yak said and told him the most likely choice he would make at that time.

"You are right, Miss West. I did not dare to go back."

"The Blood Gang will not provide assistance to things that have no value. In their eyes, wanderers are not even consumables."

"At that time, there were only two possible outcomes for me: one was being beaten to death, and the other was starving to death while waiting for the next begging quota..."

"Therefore, I chose the third option, even though I would definitely die."

Yake paused and smiled bitterly:

"That night, I don't know how many families kicked me out."

"Haha, in the end I actually found a soldier on night patrol. A civilian went to a soldier who drove them away to beg for money. Really, at that time I didn't have any hope of success at all."

"And now, as you can see, he has accepted me, a despised wanderer."

It turned out to be a similar experience to mine. That's right, how could a homeless person stay in another area for a few days without being driven back to the slums?

It wasn't a very strange story, but it satisfied Ina's curiosity.

At this time, Yak felt a little embarrassed and his tone was a little apologetic.

"But I didn't expect that Miss West had a similar experience. I thought you were the eldest daughter of an upper-class family in the kingdom's army..."

"I said some harsh words when we first met... I'm sorry."

"Nothing." Ina waved her hand.

It is always unpleasant to face the dark history, especially when that dark history can speak...

At this time, the food was served on the table one after another.

Yake picked up a piece of French fries that looked more like potato wedges, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, then suddenly asked curiously:

"Miss West, you attacked John Peake for the bounty, right?"

"No, more importantly, I wanted to kill him myself."

Ina did not hide it and spoke frankly.

The white bread was not soft, and was even a little hard.

But it still tastes sweet when chewed, and is not mixed with rice crumbs and straw powder.

After exchanging some insignificant gossip, the two finished their meals one after another.

Afterwards, Ina paid seven Gros and left the restaurant.

Ina protected Yak and everything went smoothly along the way.

As she expected, there were Blood Gang members mixed in with the crowd from time to time.

His eyes did not linger on the two of them for too long.

Go through two or three basically similar neighborhoods.

Until the slightly damaged brick and stone road, which symbolized civilization and order, appeared in front of Ina and Yak.

Through the buffer zone, I saw two soldiers patrolling the streets of the South District in the distance.

Ina pressed down the brim of her hat and said softly:

"Let's say goodbye here."

No matter how Yak reacts.

In front of the intersection of Buffer Zone and South Zone.

Ina turned to the other side of the road and decided to change the entrance and enter the slums again.