Recruiting Capable Waiters

In a corner of the commercial plaza in the lower part of Black Iron City.

This should have been the quietest street, but now it has a completely different look.

The revolving Golden Sparrow Bar, built against the rock wall on the street corner, is brightly lit and bustling with people. The warm-colored magic crystal lights are turned on to the maximum, illuminating the dim street through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The clinking of glasses and plates, mingled with laughter, added a touch of warmth to the downtown area at night.

The cloudy lees wine made by Roland became popular among the workers living in the surrounding streets.

Moreover, although the price of the cloudy sweet wine has doubled, the wisdom of the working people is boundless.

Just add some boiled wheat bran water, and one cup is equivalent to two cups.

Who wouldn't want to rush through a half-hour queue after a twelve-hour workday, only to then enjoy two glasses of delicious, cloudy, sweet wine?

"Why haven't my cloudy sweet wine and mushroom cake arrived yet? I'm getting impatient!"

On a makeshift outdoor bench outside the tavern, a brown-haired succubus planter grumbled.

Her succubus colleague, who was also a planter, peeked through the glass into the tavern and offered words of comfort.

"Don't rush, only the proprietress is busy at the tavern. Look at her, she's practically holding her glass up with a heart-shaped tail."

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen a succubus who can be a boss in the lower city. She's really something."

"I don't want to know how amazing the proprietress is, I want to drink sweet wine, I want to drink sweet wine!"

The complaining brown-haired succubus puffed out her cheeks, looking just like a pufferfish.

If they keep delaying serving food and drinks, she'll be ready to roll around on the street.

"Do you really want to drink that cloudy, sweet wine?"

"What do you know? I've been a laborer in the downtown area for forty years and I've never tasted such clear, inexpensive liquor. You'll definitely like it."

She grabbed her colleague's shoulder, pouting.

"Life is already so bitter, let me drink something sweet to numb myself."

Similar complaints were heard everywhere, which added to the lively atmosphere of the Spinning Goldfinch Tavern.

The busy business continued until 1 a.m. before the spinning top gradually cooled down.

A few drunken lizardman patrons were still lingering in the tavern. Roland ruthlessly kicked them out of the shop and watched them stagger away, cursing and swearing.

In response, Roland said she had become accustomed to the low quality of life in the downtown area.

After all, the lower city of Black Iron City suffers from a harsh environment, rigid class structure, mixed ethnicities, and severe pollution, with no hope for the future in sight.

Having bad breath is perfectly normal.

At least these lizardmen paid their drinks promptly and didn't run up a tab, which already makes them good customers.

Roland watched the customers disappear around the street corner, then drew the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows, locked the tavern door, and let out a long sigh.

Her forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and the fabric of her maid outfit on her back and chest was also slightly damp with sweat.

After confirming that she was well concealed, she began to remove her cheap maid outfit, revealing her beautiful body below.

Laura silently folded the clothes and placed them neatly on the bar.

"Armor... oh wait, tentacles combined!"

A black and white fluid suddenly appeared, enveloping Roland's body amidst dazzling visual effects, gradually transforming into a princess dress made of tentacle leather.

Eight white tentacles hung naturally from beneath her skirt, covered with golden patterns, giving her a somewhat divine aura.

This thing was unlocked after I fought with cultists, and I later spent 500,000 faith points to buy it.

At that time, Roland was human, and her brain did not have four cores and eight threads, so she could not command the eight thick and large holy tentacles, thus becoming a useless thing.

Unexpectedly, it has now become one of the most useful skills.

As long as she transforms into a tentacle monster, even if Roland can only unleash apprentice-level magic, she can still launch physical attacks powerful enough to threaten intermediate-level superhumans, which can be considered as having the ability to protect herself.

However, the tentacle suit is too eye-catching, and there are plenty of alchemy madmen who have gone mad in the dark underground, so it's best not to expose yourself if possible.

For example, drawing the curtains and secretly transforming into a tentacle monster to improve work efficiency is a great way to use it.

Roland extended eight tentacles, picked up rags, buckets, brooms, and mops, and even split two to clean up the tableware and wine glasses, beginning a highly efficient cleanup.

During this time, she can also conjure a mage's hand and a cleaning water ball to clean the wine glasses and tableware.

She may not be very skilled at fighting with her tentacles yet, but she's more than capable of doing physical labor, which is a great achievement from her life in the dark underground.

Since the tavern wasn't very big, Roland finished everything in about twenty minutes and stood in the lobby looking at the clean surroundings.

She thought of the complaining guests from earlier that day and made up her mind.

We need to find a way to hire a capable waiter/waitress.

"The tavern's business is booming. If we save enough money to expand it in a while, one person really won't be able to handle it."

While contemplating recruitment matters, Roland used her mind to control the retraction of her tentacle battle suit, then put back into her cheap maid outfit.

The maid's outfit was slightly damp with sweat, sticking to her skin and feeling a little uncomfortable, but thankfully there was no body odor. Even her sweat smelled sweet, filled with the hormonal scent of a succubus.

Roland walked back to the bar, took out yellowed scrap paper and a quill pen from the drawer, and began to write down the specific recruitment details.

"The Revolving Golden Sparrow Tavern is hiring waitresses; excellent benefits."

"Requirements include being hardworking, honest, trustworthy, good-looking and with a good temperament, not using mind-altering herbs, not participating in blood sacrifices, not engaging in human alchemy, not worshipping the evil god of the abyss, not frequently committing murder and arson... In short, a good family from Black Iron City."

"My main tasks include responding to customer orders, serving food, and cleaning..."

Roland squinted and pondered for a moment before adding a sentence.

"Those skilled in cooking, brewing, literacy, bookkeeping, and with a good education will be given priority in hiring."

After writing a long and detailed piece of paper, Roland opened the tavern door and pasted the job posting on the pillar next to the door frame.

Roland took a few steps back to examine the situation, then suddenly slapped her forehead.

"No, the literacy rate in the lower district isn't very high."

Although there are many magical races in the dark underground and the physical abilities of the common people are significantly higher than those in the surface world, the literacy rate is only 10% or 20% higher due to the harsh environment.

Posting job advertisements like this will likely make it difficult to find suitable employees.

"Never mind, I'll just post a job ad at the Adventurers' Guild tomorrow and ask the guild's headhunter to help me get a recommendation."

"Anyway, the tavern is already making a profit, so a commission of a dozen or so silver coins is nothing."

Roland flicked her tail and turned gracefully back into the tavern.

As for the job posting on the pillar, she didn't take it down; she figured she might as well put it up and it might attract some customers.

……

About an hour passed after Roland returned to the tavern to rest.

The downtown area appears even darker and more profound late at night.

There is already little light underground, and the surrounding shops have all closed and turned off their lights. Only the glow-in-the-dark grass in the roadside flowerbeds provides illumination. If pedestrians are not paying attention to where they are going, they are likely to trip and fall.

A group of figures appeared at the end of the street. They were a group of deep-mine miners, mainly lizardmen and Argonians, who were responsible for mining metal ores and magic crystals.

Due to the harsh working environment, many people contract stubborn lung diseases. Although magical races have strong recovery abilities, they still suffer from considerable torment and pain.

The weary miners passed by the revolving Golden Sparrow Tavern, sighing with despair.

"Sigh, that damned overseer has been working overtime for three days in a row, and he still can't come to Big Bird's for a drink today."

"Keep your voice down, or the devil will hear you and fire you."

"He dares?! I'm the best digger."

"What's there to be afraid of? Black Iron City has everything, except for guys willing to do hard labor. You won't do it..."

People grumbled and walked away, but a short figure hanging at the back of the line stopped and stared blankly at the job posting next to the revolving gate of the Golden Sparrow.

"Ahhh..."

She opened her lips but made no sound, then took off her hood.

Beneath the hood was a delicate face covered in dust and grime, with skin that was a light bluish-gray, and a pair of pointed ears that were the hallmark of goblins, with fine, soft features on the ears.

This is a half-goblin girl.