"...Are you back? Are you serious about going to school today?" When Amemiya returned to his accommodation in Tokyo, the owner of the cafe, Sojiro Sakura, who took in him, a troublesome man, was reading a newspaper. This cafe business is as quiet as ever.
"Of course." No matter how active she is as a phantom thief in secret, Amemiya Lian still needs the shell of an ordinary high school student to protect herself.
"'Of course' or something... You skipped half a day of class yesterday, and you're not a college student," Sakura Sojirou shook his head, and then said coldly, half warning and half exhortation, "Forget it, it's good to be good at it, for now Haven't caused any trouble yet. But listen to me, I don't care where you go or what you do, as long as you make a commotion, I'll shoot you out!"
"I see... By the way, I have found a part-time job, and I come back late every night. Can you give me a spare key?" Amemiya Lian is not a lie. Exploring the temple can bring economic income. , If calculated according to the hourly salary, even a large number of office workers can be hanged, and it can be regarded as a means of making a living.
"Is it a legal part-time job? Don't hang out with strange people, you know, remember that you are not free now, and you will be noticed and reported if you change anything." Sakura Sojiro was a little worried. But he still nodded and agreed with Amamiya Lian's request, "However, it's good to find a part-time job. Even if you really can't get along in school, if you accumulate some contacts and work experience, you will finally have the capital to live on in the future."
"..." Amamiya Lian was speechless, just a few hours ago, he decided to hang out with a group of strange people, including a cat.
"I'm going home, I'll give you the key tomorrow, and you don't want to go out tonight." Sakura Sojirou put away the newspaper, got up and left the cafe. There was a guy in his family who was more troublesome than Amamiya Lian. take care.
After watching the other party go out and locking the door of the cafe, Amamiya Lian replied softly: "Huh... Even if you let me out, I don't have the physical strength anymore."
He really wants to lie in bed and sleep until tomorrow morning, but the reality is that he has to take a shower in the toilet first, then wash his clothes by hand, and finally do his homework... Maybe when the economic situation improves, he can use the public bathhouse and coin-operated in this community. Type washing machine to save some time, but now he does not have the capital.
But before doing all the trivial things, Amamiya Lian took out her mobile phone, ignored the strange alien app, and opened the browser, "Speaking of which, Mr. Liz found out the name through the gossip mirror, this is right- "
[Lion Boy Justice], the name of the man who made Amamiya Lian suffer unjust injustice.
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"It's inconvenient to recruit a gossip mirror on the street to determine the orientation... Probably from this alley, right?" Amamiya Lian returned to the cafe where she was staying, and the three generations of JOJO returned to "God of Fortune" to rest, while Liz didn't know where to start. Get a travel backpack and carry Morgana on an errand.
Though it's just a personal guess, Leeds believes that no matter what the world, some buying and selling are better suited to taking place at night.
"Wow~ It's creepy to come to a place like this at night~" Morgana got out of his travel backpack and expressed his thoughts.
"No matter how bad it is here, there is no danger to the palace. Besides... Unlike you, my abilities can be used in the material world. There is an invincible man by your side. What are you afraid of?" Morgana insisted on acting in the form of a phantom thief group. Amamiya Lian also had the same idea, but at the end of the road, Liz could always solve the problem in a simple and rude way.
"Say, that's right." Morgana then remembered that Sakuya had used his abilities during the day.
"Well... Maybe it's this one." After all, they are also doing business, and Liz turned into the alley and found it within a few steps.
"Survival game item store... Oh! Not to mention the rest, all our equipment can be purchased here!" Morgana said excitedly.
"Um... Is there a hidden setting of 'rubber bullets have special effects on Shadow' that I don't know about?" Liz said scornfully.
"How is that possible!" Morgana once again took on the job of a commentator. "In the cognitive world, it is difficult to imagine useful props out of thin air. You can try this tomorrow."
"No need, I know what level of ability 'realization of fantasy' is." Even in the cognitive world, Liz didn't think the GM would give him such a shameless move.
Morgana went on to explain, "But if we hold a fake gun in our hands and wear a fake bulletproof vest, the difficulty of rewriting reality will be greatly reduced. In the cognitive world, as long as we believe that it is true, there will be Possibly using more powerful equipment than the real thing! Got it?"
"Understood, in short, buy a batch of equipment for you." Liz and Sakuya forget it, their own bullets, armor, firearms and so on... The Gauss rifle was embarrassed to take out and bully the children.
(clang clang)
"... a face?" Even if the customer entered the store, the store manager, who kept his feet on the countertop, didn't look like someone with a clean background.
"I heard that the junk will be bought here, so I came here." Morgana jumped out obediently, and Liz poured out the contents of his backpack - not only living humans can enter the cognitive world, but there are very few props in the cognitive world. It can also bring out the material world, and by selling these props, you will get an income, which is the reason why "this can be regarded as a means of making a living".
"Sorry, this isn't a junk store, nor a pawn shop... Huh?" The store manager's expression changed when he saw what Leeds poured out. "Could this fine line be gold?"
"I have good eyesight, I can't see it myself," Liz pretended to take out a gold brick from his pocket, "By the way, let's take a look at this thing? I'm not in a hurry, I'll just give you the money tomorrow."
(Yellow, gold!!!) Morgana jumped excitedly.
"...Isn't there a better way for that kind of thing?" The store manager stared at Liz, trying to find out his intentions.
"It's more convenient here, the key is that we may continue to sell junk here these days," Liz replied with a smile, "However, it may be a beautiful maid with the same hair color as me, or a curly hair. Mao's high school students with glasses, the store manager, you just need to know that they are working under me."
The store manager sighed lightly, "Sounds like trouble coming to the door?"
"You should understand that a humanoid ATM came to the door," Liz didn't forget another thing. "By the way, these things look quite interesting. Would you recommend me something to play?"
"... The money will be deducted in there."