I Become a Landlady in the Game World-Chapter 303 - 183: New Undead npc—Architect

The thought flickered through Viscount Lancelot’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it, lowering the curtain on the beast cart and announcing to Haus on one side, "Let’s go!"

In the next moment, the entire group continued moving forward until they vanished from sight.

Behind them, the struggle of the Professionals in Hope Village carried on.

At this moment, Hope Village had become thoroughly lively.

Especially on Commercial Street where the food vendors were as noisy as ever, because, after all, everyone needed a hearty meal.

Breakfast marks the beginning of the day; how could one not treat oneself well!

The new Undead npc, Tures, stepped out of his residence and saw the bustling scene of the territory.

It had been a long time since he had seen such a sight, and seeing it again somewhat dazed him.

An Undead npc nearby noticed his expression and smiled kindly.

Having once been human and now undead, they clearly understood Tures’s current behavior.

Returning to the human world was truly a rebirth for them.

"Shall we go have breakfast? Would you like to join us?" Alike, the leading Undead npc, invited.

"Breakfast? I remember, we don’t really need to eat, do we?" Tures said, his tone somewhat uncertain.

It was really because Alike’s tone was so ordinary that it made him wonder whether others were abnormal or he was.

"We don’t need to eat, but given all this delicious food, it would be a shame not to eat," Alike said with a smile, then looped an arm over Tures’s shoulder and said, "Let’s give it a try! The matter of reporting to Lord Bayer can wait a bit; it’s not official work time yet!"

Saying this, he led Tures away.

Even though Tures was undead, he was still quite weak and was simply pulled along.

Soon, they arrived at a porridge shop.

Upon entering, they saw a row of iron buckets, with people already placing orders. When the lids of the buckets were opened, steam billowed out.

Tures noticed that each bucket had a label with its name.

Pork porridge, sweet porridge, plain rice porridge... There were so many varieties that it was hard to choose.

In fact, these were just appetizers; behind the buckets was a display case filled with various side dishes.

"Which porridge would you like?" Alike asked Tures.

"I’m not familiar with this place; you pick for me!" Tures said openly, as he was completely new to the situation in Hope Village.

Having lived in the Undead Kingdom for many years, though his memories of life in human territories had faded, he could still feel that Hope Village was different from the territories he had lived in before.

"Alright, let’s start with plain porridge! Plain porridge with side dishes might be simple, but it makes for an unsatiating breakfast.

"These days, they had tried many different breakfasts, but they couldn’t help coming back for the plain porridge.

"Of course, they learned all this from the original residents of Hope Village; the shop they often visited was simply the best!

"Okay," Tures nodded.

Soon, Alike had ordered for both himself and Tures and found a place to sit down, while others also began to order.

By this time, each had a bowl of plain porridge and several side dishes in front of them—identical sets. If one became familiar, they could order different items to share.

"Let’s dig in," said Alike, who had already started eating. Holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, he grabbed some side dishes and began to eat voraciously.

In comparison, Tures was much more refined.

Of course, the main reason was that he couldn’t master Alike’s manner of eating. Glancing at his chopsticks and then the spoon that Alike had specifically picked for him, Tures began to eat.

Using the spoon, he scooped up some side dishes into his bowl and ate them together with the plain porridge.

The moment it entered his mouth, the softness and mildness of the porridge combined perfectly with the crispness and saltiness of the side dishes.

Delicious!

Especially since it had been so long since Tures had tasted normal human food.

He had originally thought he didn’t need to eat, but in the moment of tasting, the long-lost feeling came back.

How could one not love good food, undead or not?

Then, Tures completely gave up on maintaining his image and began to eat heartily with the spoon, copying Alike’s way.