"You're screwed."
Peeking out from behind the kitchen curtain and watching the lavish carriage disappear into the distance, Chuck couldn't help saying it.
"Why?"
Tang Qi tossed Mel's bracelet to the halfling.
He couldn't tell how much the bracelet was worth, only that it was studded with clear, glittering gems. Even sold at half its value, it should have covered the damage to the inn—
Few people paid attention to their surroundings in a brawl. Grabbing a chair or smashing a dining table was commonplace.
As a result, most ordinary taverns and inns only bought cheap tables and chairs that could be replaced as needed.
"When nobles realize they can't take your life, they'll try taking something else from you. Anyway, you've got shit stuck to your shoe now. Better watch yourself!"
Chuck didn't stand on ceremony either. He took the bracelet and promptly put it around his wife's neck—
Given the size of Mel's fat wrist, it was just the right size for a halfling necklace.
"You're beautiful."
Chuck's wife was a fierce "little girl" with a serene face, who frequently wielded a rolling pin while hunting down his secret stash of money.
At least to Tang Qi, the couple looked as young as children.
Only when Chuck expressed his affection did she shyly cover her cheeks.
Then, once she recovered, she pinched Chuck's ear hard.
"Out with it. How much money are you trying to get out of me this time?"
"F-five gold coins will do!"
Chuck was in pain, but enjoying himself.
"I heard there's going to be a cheese competition in the city soon. I have to give my favorite Masuri cheese my full support!"
"What competition?" Yet another unfamiliar term for Tang Qi.
"A gourmet competition established to choose the [most delicious cheese in the