When Caesar was done, Chassie also came out with two trays of food, which she placed on one side of the table before going back to the bar and fiddling with a candle that had burned down to the size of her thumb, lighting it to brighten the tavern slightly. Chassie noticed the re-wrapped packages on the bar and the slightly cleaner floor and realized what was going on, a wave of emotion coming over her face. "Come and eat, my lord." Chassie greeted Caesar.
"Uh... Did you really just make something when I said make something? That's what we're having for dinner?" Surprised, Caesar pointed to the two plates of black paste on the table. Caesar recognized them as baked mashed potatoes, which Caesar used to eat when he was a child and his family's harvest was bad or there were difficulties in his life.
"This. This is the only food I have here. I'm sorry, my lord." Chassie whispered with a red face, perhaps thinking of something and feeling like she was about to cry again.
"Forget it, I haven't eaten mashed potatoes for a long time either, just think of it as a flashback to the past." Seeing that Chassie had the tendency to cry again, he hurriedly changed his words.
To be honest, Caesar is now as a carnivorous creature who can eat meat all the time, letting him go backwards to eat mashed potatoes with baked potatoes mashed and sprinkled with a little bit of salt, it's really difficult for him.
Caesar was curious as to what the woman was going through right now, realizing that the small, thumb-sized candle on the table right now could be exchanged for a delicious meal with meat if Caesar were to take it to the barracks and trade it in right now. Candles are high-grade items, mostly used by the nobility, because of the complexity of the process leads to its high price, the folk use very little, that is, there are also rich peasants and small assets of the merchants will use a little bit of just, Uncle York tent lighting is only oil lamps, as for Caesar's tent, can only rely on the torch lighting to play cards at night to amuse the time.
"I'm just curious, you're a pretty famous bar boss lady, and this is what you eat for every meal." Caesar flirtingly said to Chassie, said also did not wait for this lady to say anything else, picked up the plate of mashed potatoes wind up, he is really hungry, in the afternoon drank a lot of wine did not eat, his stomach to the present burning panic.
Chassie heard, wanted to say something, and saw Caesar's rough eating style at this time, swallowed what she was going to say first. Unlike Caesar's rough style of eating with a plate, Chassie eat with a spoon, spoon after spoon, little by little, as if she was enjoying something delicious, very graceful. Although the portion that Chassie gave Caesar was fully twice as much as hers, Caesar still settled the fight quickly and couldn't get enough of it.
"Eating so fast...." Chassie muttered, "Here, I can't eat it anyway, you can help me eat some more." Saying that, Chassie rattled half of the food on her plate to Caesar's plate. Caesar indeed didn't have enough to eat, looking at the beautiful lady giving him her own meal, he didn't say much, picking up his plate and proceeding to fight.
After Chassie put the last bit of mashed potatoes on her plate into her mouth, she looked up to find Caesar long ago looking at her with his legs crossed and a smirk in his eyes. A bit unable to stand the man's gaze any longer, Chassie hurriedly got up to collect the two plates and headed for the back kitchen.
When Chassie returned again, the two sat on opposite sides of the table and were quiet again, with only the short candle in the center of the table, still flickering. "Tell me, how come life is so miserable, it shouldn't be in your situation." Caesar broke the calm and asked first.
Looking at this man who was interested in helping she, Chassie held back the excitement in her heart and spoke the truth "Although this little tavern of mine can roughly make a profit of thirty copper bucs a day, and even up to fifty copper bucs when business is good, almost none of that money belongs to me in the end." Chassie said with her head lowered.
"Robbed by those local punks? Like today?" Caesar asked.
"Yes...." Chassie said in a low voice, as if she had remembered something bad again, a heartbreakingly sad look appeared on this gorgeous lady's face again.
"How can it be, just these punks? Don't they know that this tavern serves soldiers from the barracks? What about your husband? Hasn't he hitched his wagon to the higher-ups in the battalion, all he has to do is speak to the higher-ups in the battalion, and I'm sure this will bring someone to fix your troubles." Caesar wondered as he asked in amazement.
"People don't think too much when they're extremely hungry, these punks are poor people who can't survive, and right now I'm the only one in this town who receives money here and from the group of women behind the tavern." Chassie told the reason for this, and added in a shocking manner "Besides, my husband didn't want me long ago..."
"Eh? Why?" Caesar was really curious this time, this gorgeous boss's wife was abandoned by her own husband, was that man kicked in the head by a donkey? Such a beautiful wife don't want.
"Since he hitched a ride with your army, he became the most powerful person in Giza town, everyone in this town as well as the refugees who fled from other places have to flatter him, how can he lack women now." Chassie smiled miserably and added "Now the group of women behind the tavern who are doing the sex trade are under his control, and even more so, he doesn't want me as his wife."
"Maybe to make it up to me, he gave me the tavern." Chassie brushed her hair and continued, "Those punks were afraid of his prestige and the soldiers who drank here at first, then they went crazy with hunger and didn't care so much, every time after the people in my store left, they came to rob the money, more times than not they also found out that my husband actually didn't care about this tavern, and those punks also became more and more aggressive."
"Why don't you ask the soldiers who are drinking here for help? If you ask for help from someone like me, someone should help you, after all, we have to drink here." Caesar asked.
"Even if I could help, it would only help for a while, those groundlings won't leave me alone afterward..." Chassie sadly complained, "Now the ale in the tavern are all saved from the past, because the money earned was robbed and the price of goods skyrocketed, I haven't brewed new wine for a long time, I guess less than a week stock will be sold out, I may have to be like the group of women behind the tavern in the streets..." Chassie mournful expression was pitiful.
"You want me to protect you all the time, not just teach those punks a lesson once and be done with it?" Caesar asked her as he changed directions then crossed his legs.
Being seen in Caesar's heart, Chassie mournful cheeks reddened, lightly biting her white teeth and slightly nodding her head.
"Let's not talk about the fact that I'm just a tiny squad leader with a full complement of 10 men under me, and with the training in the battalion, I don't have enough manpower to stay here all the time to protect you. Besides, there's no telling if I'll have to go on to war someday, even if I protect you now, what about after I'm gone?" Although Caesar had the intention to help her, but the fact was just like that, Caesar was not a person who could be easily hot-headed by the temptation of beauty, he was very sensible to reject the beautiful boss lady.
Chassie's face went white when she heard Caesar's refusal, a look of despair in her eyes, the candle on the tabletop had already burned to the bottom, the weak flame wavering, finally extinguished after burning out the last wisp of white smoke, the tavern was plunged into darkness again. Tonight the moonlight is good, through the window slit obstinately shot in, light moonlight irradiation in the two people, the two people as a white wax beating stone sculpture motionless.
"Woo. Woo." The beautiful lady again issued a whispered cry, this bitter woman today fell tears may be the most in a year, she does not know where her future, she is very confused and helpless. Caesar can do nothing about it, this world is like this, there is no love without a reason, there is no hate without a reason, everyone has their own way of living, he can not even guarantee that he can survive the war, much less the ability to take care of a person who does not know each other.
"Alas. I'll have a few people to watch over the tavern for a few days, so you can do business peacefully for a few days, and then take the money you earn to go to the occupied Peters Territory or to your relatives." Or moved by the Chassie's cries, Caesar decided to help this beautiful woman as much as he could and showed her a way out. "That's all I can do." With that said, Caesar got up and prepared to leave, it was getting late, almost time to close the camp.
Upon hearing Caesar's words, Chassie's sobs got a little louder, tears marring the woman's face, but she cried anyway, as if she were helpless against her rocky fate.
Caesar slowly walked towards the door of the tavern, he also no longer persuade, if her want to cry, just cry, only after the experience people can become stronger. Chassie's crying gradually lowered, just as Caesar walked to the door of the tavern, ready to move away from the door boards to leave, a warm body embraced him.
"I can't let you help me for nothing." The proprietress said hoarsely, "I have nothing now but this tavern and a few barrels of leftover wine. Other than myself, I can't think of a way to repay you."
Caesar was able to hear that at this time, in addition to the thought of repaying him in the heart of the proprietress, there was also the emotion of mourning to the point of breaking the pot.
"You don't have to, we actually..." Before Caesar could finish, a hot tongue gagged him, and the proprietress, Chassie, wrapped her arms around Caesar's strong chest and kissed him wantonly, gagging what he was about to say.
Caesar is also not a person who can still hold back in this kind of situation, he has not touched a woman for almost a month, being kissed so passionately by Chassie is even more dry wood meets a blazing fire, he also started to respond roughly to Chassie, turned around and picked her up horizontally, ready to settle this charming siren right here on the spot. "No, not here, go upstairs..." Chassie was also dazed by Caesar's fiery kisses, but she was still relatively lucid and urged Caesar to go upstairs.