The door downstairs is a glass door that is slightly open, and inside the door are plain accessories and simple decorations.

Droste glanced at the downstairs. It looked the same as when it was first decorated, plain, with only a simple bar counter, tables and chairs.

It seems that the two sisters hardly care about what is happening downstairs and only use the upstairs as their living area.

But it is true, because the area downstairs is so large and there is no obstruction, people passing by can see it, and there is no privacy here at all.

For Nicolaïde, she is a charming woman. If she often shows her charm in front of others, then even if this store does nothing, it will become a hot topic in the Monk City newspaper.

《Shock! A tall beauty actually does this in a store!》

"What shop? Using this to test the officers? skr?"

"Jingle Bell."

Droste pressed the doorbell and a crisp sound was heard, but no one responded. When Droste pressed the doorbell again, a cold voice suddenly came from the store.

"Hello~"

The tone is cool and transparent, making people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.

As the sound behind the glass door became clearer, Droste turned his gaze over.

What came into view was Albedo's tall and sexy appearance, which immediately made Droste, an innocent boy who had seen many beautiful women, feel a slight palpitation in his heart.

Because she was sleeping or resting at home, Albedo's outfit was very lazy and casual.

She was wearing a simple and elegant gray silk nightgown, the material was soft and smooth, giving people a high-end and comfortable feeling. Although the color of the nightgown was low-key, it could reflect a faint luster under the right light.

The nightgown was tailored to fit her perfectly, showing off Albedo's sexy and elegant figure to the fullest, not to mention that it was a suspender nightgown with sexy cleavage. The hem of the skirt reached down to the calf and was slit on the side, showing off her almost perfect white leg skin.

Even with this attire, Albedo's every move revealed a kind of casual elegance and beauty.

"Droste?" Miss Albedo was the first to greet him. She looked puzzled and a little curious about the landlord's sudden arrival.

"It's Lord Droste, please come in."

That light tone and cold voice were many times more powerful than her sister Nicole.

"Well, it's indeed a bit rude to visit you suddenly, but I just came by to take a look." Droste also waved his hand in response.

"Ms. Albedo didn't renovate the store to what she wanted. I see the space underneath is empty. Are you sure you don't want to use it?"

As Drost spoke, he pointed at the situation in the store he had just seen.

"Well, as for this store... it's mainly because of rent issues, so I don't have any intention to develop this floor for the time being."

"Thank you for your concern, Master Droste." Miss Albedo smiled and replied, "But I don't know what the bottom should look like. If you have any suggestions, please tell me."

"You don't have to call me sir all the time, just call me by my name, Drost." Drost shrugged and smiled. Then he pondered, "What does Miss Albedo want to do? If it's something easy, I think a restaurant is definitely not suitable. Convenience stores are too small, not to mention selling clothes and the like."

"How about opening a flower shop or a cafe? Wouldn't that be better?"

As Drost spoke, he pointed to the streets on both sides outside the door.

"As far as I know, there shouldn't be any cafes or flower shops on this street. Only some flower vendors sell flowers here. If Miss Albedo wants to give it a try, I think it's quite promising."

Droste's tone was very serious. He listened carefully to Albedo's analysis of the surrounding situation, which even made Albedo a little tempted. However, when she thought of her wallet and the fact that she had no source of income from writing books, she hesitated.

"Master Droste is indeed from the commercial street. He has a lot of experience in this regard."

"Hmm... what they said is quite true, it is indeed true, but..." Albedo also thought about this possibility, but was still a little hesitant.

It's obviously a financial problem. Thinking about how Albedo had a hard time coping with the rent when she moved in, Droste also understood a little.

But logically speaking, the two sisters don't seem to be people who are short of money.

"Ms. Albedo, are you worried about money issues?" Seeing the hesitation on Albedo's face, Droste asked.

Upon hearing this, Albedo smiled and answered very frankly, "Yes, to be honest, I have already quit my job as editor-in-chief of the newspaper and am currently writing full-time at home. However, based on my current symptoms, I do have some problems with my family's financial expenses."

"So I'm still a little hesitant about opening a flower shop or a cafe. If it's not completely profitable, my sister Nigrede and I might have to move out of this shop."

Move out of the store? No way.

It was not easy to find two shop owners who met the shop standards. And as long as he gained the degree of belonging, he could increase his rewards, so Droste was reluctant to give up.

However, store renovation is indeed costly and it is not the case that distant water can quench immediate thirst.

Borrowing is definitely not a good idea.

Droste hesitated for a moment, thinking in his mind if there was any way to resolve this situation.

Droste suddenly remembered what Nigrede had said before, that her sister was obsessed with writing, so she had no idea about expenses.

So... what about helping Miss Albedo with her writing? Is that possible?

"Hmm... Well, what are Miss Albedo's creations like? To be honest, I'm a little curious about this. Can I take a look at them? Or I can also help Miss Albedo with the creation of content."

"After all, one more person means one more idea, rather than one person working alone, which is not advisable."

Albedo hesitated at the suggestion of the refreshing young man in front of her.

It was exactly as Droste said. Albedo's creations over the years were completely improvisations. She did not refer to any articles at all, nor did she get any advice from her sister Nigret.

I just relied on my passion. (End of this chapter)