Ring ring.
A crisp sound.
The doorbell hanging on the tavern’s front door swayed gently a few times, making a clear sound.
Two figures, one tall and one short, pushed open the door and stepped onto the street.
“What are we doing next?”
Vivian opened her bat-headed umbrella and turned to ask.
“Let me get under there too.”
Nolan bent down and squeezed under Vivian’s umbrella, his forehead pressing against the umbrella frame.
He had always been curious about what it felt like to hold an umbrella during the day.
Today, he felt like it and suddenly wanted to experience a vampire princess’s daily life.
So he shamelessly nudged his way toward Vivian.
“You–get out!”
Vivian looked disgusted and hurriedly pressed her hand against his face, pushing him away frantically.
“You’re too big.
You’ll crush it.”
“Let me try, my dear wife.”
He stuck to Vivian like a stubborn plaster.
He pinched his voice and put on a pitiful look.
“You fucking…”
Vivian instinctively wanted to swear, but immediately caught herself and swallowed it back.
Fine, fine…
I’ll count it as me being in a good mood today and easy to talk to.
I’ll let you off this time.
Vivian shook her head helplessly, stopped resisting, and let him squeeze under the umbrella as he pleased.
“It’s so cramped, and my head is still bumping.”
Nolan tried to straighten up, but almost flipped the umbrella over.
“Maybe this will feel a little better.”
“Fine.”
Vivian rolled her eyes and said grumpily.
“You’re the one who insisted on squeezing in…
Then you hold it for me.”
Then she handed the umbrella to Nolan and let him hold it.
“You still haven’t answered my question.
What are we doing today?”
Vivian asked.
“Let me think…”
Hearing that, Nolan took out a pre-written task list from his pocket.
It read:
First, buy some bread as rations for the journey.
Second, go play with Iris.
This one was probably written by Vivian.
It’s not important at all…
Cross it out.
It must have been hard for her to write so many words.
Probably everything she learned in her life.
Hmm…
Third, go fishing by the river?
This was definitely written by Talia.
A complete waste of time.
Cross it out too.
Nolan stuffed the list, now smudged beyond recognition, back into his pocket and cleared his throat.
“Ahem, let’s go buy bread.”
“Yay, I want my favorite Parker bread!”
The bakery was right next to the tavern, so it should have taken only a few steps to reach.
But in the end, the two of them dawdled on the way for almost five minutes.
The reason was…
“Damn it!
If you’re holding the umbrella, hold it properly!!”
Probably because of Nolan’s height, the umbrella was held very high.
A ray of sunlight sneaked in and, by chance, landed right on Vivian’s heel.
Then she hopped around from the burn, walking forward with white smoke trailing off her.
Nolan was forced to bend over until his shoulder was almost level with the top of Vivian’s head.
“I’m already trying my best…”
He felt like he had shrunk into a dwarf.
And so, with great effort, the two of them crawled at a snail’s pace to the bakery.
They pushed open the bakery door.
Before the owner’s welcome came the scent of wheat, drilling straight into their noses, impossible to refuse.
The fireplace in the corner burned with red-hot charcoal, occasionally flaring up with sparks.
Under the warm firelight were two rows of shelves, left and right, each lined with freshly baked bread.
A tall, thin figure stood in front of the shelves.
Feeling that the person looked somewhat familiar, Vivian narrowed her eyes and took a closer look.
It was actually the noble-born Adventurer uncle they had run into in the forest.
“Yo~ Isn’t that Uncle Aaron?”
Although he was not in the familiar small-time Adventurer’s outfit from before, but had changed into a simple, plain set of clothes.
But after only one night, Vivian still recognized him easily.
“Ah, it’s you two.
Good morning.”
Aaron was startled by the voice behind him and quickly turned around.
When he saw they were acquaintances, he greeted them.
“Didn’t you go marry Iris?
Why did you suddenly come here?”
Vivian tilted her head and asked, puzzled.
“Well…”
Uncle Aaron scratched his head, looking a bit awkward and fidgety.
“I want to buy Iris a gift.”
“Then I heard she likes bread, so I sneaked over.”
As he spoke, his old face actually turned red, and he lowered his head shyly.
Vivian: …
As a noble, he must have seen plenty of romantic scenes, yet he still kept such a pure heart.
This uncle is unexpectedly pure-hearted.
Truly rare.
Aaron seemed to think of something, suddenly bent down, and pleaded with his hands clasped in front of Vivian:
“Miss Vivian, please help me.”
“You’re a girl too, so you must know best what kind of bread she likes.”
If Nolan hadn’t been there, he would have kneeled on the ground, hugged Vivian’s leg, and burst into tears.
Having been a girl for less than half a year, Vivian had inexplicable confidence in this area.
“Okay, leave it to me.”
She patted her small chest and put on a confident look.
Then Vivian took Aaron around the bakery for a lap.
Finally, they stopped in front of a special loaf of bread.
She pointed at the amber-colored bread displayed in front of her and said decisively:
“This one.
If I were Iris, I’d definitely like it.”
Aaron looked in the direction she pointed.
It was a loaf with an even more refined shape and color.
It was placed alone on a shelf, laid on clean white parchment, with its own special spot.
Glancing down, he saw four words written on a small wooden sign:
“Empress Bread.”
“This looks really expensive…”
Vivian scolded him as if disappointed by his lack of spine:
“Idiot!
That’s exactly why she’ll like it–because it’s expensive.”
Aaron unconsciously touched his wallet.
According to her understanding, girls should all like this kind of exquisite, pretty thing.
And the more expensive, the better.
Nolan, following behind the two, wanted to say something.
In his opinion, that idea was a bit too shallow.
After all, he wasn’t a girl, so he really didn’t know what she would like.
But on second thought, he let it go.
Maybe she would fall for this kind after all.
“Okay, then this one!”
Aaron gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
He packed the bread and went to the counter, taking out his wallet.
“Boss, check out.”
He shouted toward the back of the bakery, but no one answered.
Where is everyone?
“Coming, coming!”
With a boom, the bakery window shattered.
A figure charged out like a wild bull and landed steadily behind the counter.
When the dust cleared, an uncle with a goatee appeared in front of them.
Isn’t this the guy who sells breakfast at the tavern?!
“Why did you come over to sell bread again…”
Vivian blinked, her small face full of confusion.
The goateed owner patted his chef’s uniform, shook off the dust, and smiled.
“I run these two shops alternately with the madam from the tavern next door.
She takes the night, I take the day.”
As if understanding what Vivian’s eyes were asking, he explained.
“That’ll be five silver coins.
Thank you for your business.”
The goateed owner stroked his beard and smiled.
So expensive!
Although he was somewhat mentally prepared, Aaron was still shocked by the price.
This much money was enough to marry Iris five times.
Five whole times!!