Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Since becoming an employee of Hearthstone Tavern, Anno's life has been easy and comfortable.

In addition to the necessary responsibilities as an employee, the rest of the day is free time, and she is completely at her own disposal.

Playing Hearthstone~www.innread.com~ eating and sleeping, and occasionally going out with Yao Ziyan, this is her daily life.

Sometimes, Anno even felt faintly that it would be good to be able to continue like this forever.

But she understands that she doesn't belong here after all...

Yao Ziyan naturally didn't know what the elf girl was thinking, and told what the giant axe mentioned earlier, as well as her and Luo Chuan's thoughts.

"Well... that means, you want me to be the narrator?" Anno pointed to himself.

"Yes." Yao Ziyan nodded.

"But I've never done that." Anno hesitated.

"No one else has such an experience." Yao Ziyan laughed, "I have confidence in you, you are definitely capable of this job."

"Well..." Anno lowered his head in thought, then raised his head after a while, "I can try it first, if it doesn't fit, then forget it."

"Of course, if you don't like it, you can say it, don't force yourself." Yao Ziyan gave great freedom.

Maybe that's what Anno likes.

In the tavern, apart from being a clerk, her relationship with Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan is more like a friend.

"By the way, since it's storytelling, have you decided what to tell?" Anno suddenly remembered a crucial question.

The first thing to rule out are those stories that are native to the world of Kolo.

There are too many people who know, there is no need to tell.

In her opinion, if it is to be told, the story must be unknown, and there is no problem in quality, so as to gain the most popularity in the least time.

"Of course."

Yao Ziyan nodded and swallowed the food in his mouth, "Do you still remember the original spar I gave you some time ago?"

"The Sherlock Holmes Collection!" Anno's eyes seemed to light up.

"Yes, this is it." Yao Ziyan smiled and glanced at Luo Chuan, "Do you think that if you tell this story, will it be welcomed by everyone?"

"Definitely!" Anno nodded heavily.

As the only elf in the world who has read Sherlock Holmes, she clearly understands the brilliance of this story.

The game of wisdom, the confrontation of extraordinary power, the most exciting thing is that Mr. Holmes, the protagonist, relies on various clues to find the ultimate truth from the seemingly most impossible places.

She gets excited when she sees Sherlock Holmes succeed in solving a commission.

The author who wrote this story was sitting at the same table with her and having lunch.

"Boss, what's the plot behind?" Anno asked.

"Huh?" Luo Chuan raised his head, unable to understand what the elf girl meant for a while.

"I've finished reading the Sherlock Holmes novel that Ziyan gave me, and there should be more later." Anno's pointed ears stood very energetically, "Isn't the boss writing every day?"

Luo Chuan looked at Yao Ziyan subconsciously.

Although he didn't deliberately hide the elf girl when he usually wrote, but An Nuo probably didn't know what she wrote, but now it seems that Yao Ziyan did it.

...It seems that this girl has more foresight?

It is only natural that the God of Destiny does this.

"Have you read it all?" Luo Chuan asked casually while taking a bite of the dish.

"Mmmm." Anno nodded again and again, and the elf girl was very excited when he mentioned this topic, "Boss, how did you come up with those plots, I feel that everyone in the book except myself is very smart, don't read it I don't know the reason for the later episodes."

Luo Chuan took a bite of the steamed bun: "I wrote a lot, so I naturally thought of it."

Perhaps this is a sense of practice makes perfect.

When you don't know what plot to write, just let your mind go, sit there quietly and set a goal for yourself, and often your hands will start to code by yourself.

Well, that's about it.

"Eh--"

Anora raised her voice, Luo Chuan's explanation seemed to her to be almost the same as no explanation.

noisily.

The two girls continued to discuss the topic of the world, Luo Chuan occasionally added a few words, but most of the time he just listened.

He didn't feel any noise at all, maybe he was used to it.

It is indeed a beautiful scene to watch beautiful girls chatting and laughing.

...

There are a few white clouds floating in the sky as blue as the sea, and the sun hangs in the sky, casting a pale and feeble light on the endless pure white snow field, but it cannot dispel the chill in the air.

In the distance, you can vaguely see the undulating curves, which are mountains that are almost buried in the endless snow, as if they are merged with the skyline, and the boundaries of heaven and earth cannot be distinguished.

Somewhere on a hillside in the snowfield, a house made of light blue ice crystals stood quietly, like the only color in pure white.

"Huh...cough...cough..."

The flickering sparks flickered in the fire, and the demon emperor lay there blowing, but was coughed by the smoke, and tears almost came out.

The little white fox stood in front of the window breathing the fresh air outside, and looked back at the demon emperor with a helpless look. It was still sleeping, but it was choked awake for no reason.

After some attempts, the demon emperor finally chose to give up.

He used his spiritual power to shoot a flame, which instantly ignited the fire, and also dispelled the smoke in the room by the way.

Pulling out a few golden hairs from the neck, blowing it lightly, it fell to the ground and turned into a few quirky little monkeys, chattering and making noise.

For the demon emperor, it was just the simplest clone spell, and it was easy to give some spirituality by the way.

After a lot of noise, a few little monkeys jumped up and picked up kitchen utensils and various ingredients, and began to prepare food for the two...two demons.

The little white fox yawned, revealing a mouthful of pointed little white teeth.

It was no surprise to the scene before him.

The little white fox retracted his gaze and turned his head to look out the window again.

To be precise, it was the continent that seemed to be made of solid ice and snow and was suspended in the sky in the distance.

Yes, the mainland.

It's not something like a simple city floating in the sky.

It is really a continent, and it only exists in the sky, and it already has a scale that covers the sky.

It is impossible to judge how huge it is from a distance.

In the position below, you can even see that the weather has become gloomy, and countless snowflakes are condensed and scattered in the air, like a never-ending rain of white cherry blossoms.

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