I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 120 The Down-on-His-Luck Adventurer

Over at the cellar—the atmosphere grew even darker, as if something was brewing.

Lilith hasn't sent back any specific information about the inside of the cellar yet, and Ian isn't in a hurry to let her take the risk.

"Little Ian." Vivian finished her bread, snuggled up to him, and nuzzled her head against him. "Will you come again tomorrow?"

"Come here." Ian stroked her head with his tentacles. "Come every day until the House of Happiness is built."

Night was falling.

The campfire on the construction site gradually died down, and the minotaurs, wrapped in animal skin blankets, fell asleep in the makeshift sheds by the pit, their snores deafening.

Vivian curled up next to Ian and quickly fell asleep, her little belly rising and falling.

Ian wasn't asleep. He just looked up at the starry sky.

He recalled lying on a pile of gold coins in the dragon's nest when he first transmigrated, looking at the crater above his head, feeling completely lost.

What now?

He was lying on a construction site with a black dragon sleeping next to him. Someone was secretly watching him from a distance. He was going to build a house of pleasure here and, incidentally, expose some cultists.

This life is truly surreal.

The next morning, at Bingo Tavern, the owner was standing with his hands on his hips, directing two temporary workers.

The boss walked around, stood behind the freshly cleaned bar, placed his hands on the bar, took a deep breath, as if sensing the glory that was about to come.

As one of the temporary workers was wiping, he couldn't help but whisper, "Boss, are you... having a wedding?"

"It's even more exciting than a wedding!" The boss's eyes lit up. "Just wait, in a few days, this place will be bustling again!"

Another temporary worker curled his lip: "Come on, the forest's gone, where are the customers coming from? I'm going south to work in a few days too."

"You don't know anything!" The boss glared at him. "Didn't you hear the commotion in that pit? Those minotaurs! Those—"

He wanted to say "monster," but he swallowed the words back.

Don't scare away potential customers.

"Those—new neighbors—are undertaking a massive construction project! Such a huge project, how many people are involved? And—well, how much logistical support?"

The boss got more and more excited as he talked, and his spittle almost sprayed onto the temporary worker's face.

The temporary worker stared blankly at him: "Boss, you want to—do business with monsters?"

"What do you mean by 'business with monsters'?!" The boss slammed his fist on the table. "This is called—this is called seizing the opportunities of the times! This is called planning ahead!"

"He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Just think about it, such a huge construction site will definitely attract other things. Adventurers! Merchants! Even spies from the kingdom! Then, our tavern will be the only place in Honeydew Town that can provide decent service!"

The two temporary workers exchanged a glance, both thinking their boss had gone mad.

But the boss was already immersed in his dream of a business empire.

He began to take stock of his inventory: some water mixed with ale, a few barrels of not-so-strong liquor, and half a barrel of dwarven fire liquor that had been stored for who knows how many years.

As for food, there were some hard black bread loaves in the cellar that could crack walnuts, several buckets of cured meat, and several bags of sprouted potatoes.

"I need to stock up on some goods—" the boss muttered to himself, "fresh vegetables, fresh meat, and—alcohol! We must stock up on plenty of alcohol!"

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Just as the owner was daydreaming, the tavern's dilapidated door was pushed open.

Three figures squeezed in.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a stubble beard, whose left leg was injured, causing him to walk with a limp. Behind him followed a young man who was as thin as a bamboo pole and a burly half-orc.

All three were dressed in tattered leather armor, their weapons were rusted, and their faces were etched with poverty and squalor.

The old cripple glanced at the empty tavern and sighed, "Boss, is there anything left to eat?"

The boss snapped out of his reverie and, upon seeing the three of them, his enthusiasm instantly dwindled by half.

They were the few down-on-their-luck adventurers who remained in the town.

Back when Sweet Forest still existed, they could barely make ends meet by gathering low-level herbs and collecting monster droppings (alchemy materials) on the outskirts.

Without the forest, they would almost lose their jobs.

"Yes, yes, yes." The shopkeeper forced a smile, pulled out three loaves of black bread and three glasses of water from under the counter, "The usual."

Old Tumor Leg took out a few copper coins and put them on the table, then grabbed a piece of bread and started eating.

The skinny guy next to me took a couple of bites and complained, "This bread is so hard it could break your teeth—"

"We're lucky to have anything to eat at all," the old man with the ailing legs said in a muffled voice. "If we can't find work soon, we won't even be able to afford this."

The large orc didn't say anything, but quietly chewed his bread as if he had a grudge against the food.

The boss wiped the cups, his eyes darting around, and suddenly spoke up: "Gentlemen, have you heard? There's some commotion in the east."

All three people looked up at the same time.

"A commotion?" The old man with the limp frowned. "What commotion?"

"It's quite a commotion." The boss lowered his voice, as if sharing top-secret information. "I climbed onto the roof this morning and saw that those monsters are back, building a super-sized house in that crater!"

"A super big house?" Skinny Monkey almost choked. "Building another house? Are they trying to take away the whole of Honeydew Town this time?"

"Absolutely true!" the boss declared confidently. "I saw it with my own eyes! A bunch of minotaurs were stirring something grayish, and they even set up a frame and dug a pit—"

The three people looked at each other in bewilderment.

The old man with the ailing leg pondered for a moment: "Boss, aren't they—digging a trap? Or building an altar?"

"It looks like a house is being built," the boss said. "Anyway, there's a lot of noise, and the materials are piled up like a mountain."

The skinny monkey's eyes lit up: "The materials are piled up like a mountain—does that mean there's something valuable there?"

This statement is like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, creating ripples.

The three down-on-their-luck adventurers all started breathing heavily.

They were too poor.

They were so poor that they didn't even know where their next meal would come from.

If there really is something valuable at that construction site to the east—even just some scraps—it would be enough for them to live on for a while.

The old man with the limp licked his dry, cracked lips: "Shall we go take a look?"

"Let's go take a look!" the skinny monkey immediately agreed. "What if some foolish nobleman hid treasure over there, and the monsters discovered it?"

The big guy nodded, clenching his fist: "Go."

Seeing the three people so eager to try, the boss suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He didn't want these guys to provoke the new neighbors. If they caused any trouble, his dream of a business empire would be ruined.

It's good to let them scout things out.

"Um—" the boss rubbed his hands together, "If you guys are going, be careful. Those minotaurs look pretty tough."

"Don't worry!" Old Tube Leg stood up, stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, "We'll just look from afar, we won't get close."

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After saying that, the three men grabbed their weapons, pushed open the tavern door, and disappeared at the end of the street.

The boss watched their retreating figures, silently praying, "May the gods protect us, please don't cause any trouble—please don't anger my sugar daddies."

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