Steinbeck: 2567, my dish still lacks one main ingredient. I want to go to Los Street. Also, Los Street is holding a food festival. Do you want to come
2567: Where
Steinbeck: I'm on the corner of Middle Low Street.
2567: Wait for me.
Steinbeck: Good.
…
In the middle of Los Angeles Street, Mimosa, who was walking slowly, looked at the affirmative answer without any hesitation in the private message box, and couldn't help humming a little tune happily.
This is what Qin Ran hummed occasionally.
Mimosa took note.
Not fast paced, very soothing.
Can make people unconsciously relax.
It is very suitable for this time.
"Oh, failed again."
"Sure enough, it's not so easy to change the recipe at will..."
"If it doesn't change, if the base material is too bad, the help to 2567 will be too small."
"It would be great if I could enter the dungeon world 'in the name of food'."
"Unfortunately, I am too timid."
Mimosa hummed the tune she heard from Qin Ran, trying to relax herself, but still couldn't help but think about the development of the recent dish.
Failed three times in a row.
This has never been done before for mimosas.
In terms of other aspects, it is not surprising that Mimosa fails, but in terms of cooking skills, it is very rare.
Not only talent, but also confidence.
More is at your fingertips.
Mimosa's control over food is like being born with insight into everything. It is not just a talent, but a deeper level.
He had it all when he was born.
It's like the wealth of an invincible country.
Mimosa has long been used to it.
Until, he met 2567.
The initial indifference to this talent has turned into gratitude, because he has never discovered that this talent is so important to him.
He wants to help 2567.
Just like 2567 helped him several times.
Every time he stood by 2567's side, the feeling of safety, comfort, no tension, no timidity... It's great.
He couldn't bear to let go.
He hopes to stay by 2567's side forever.
However, here, in this city where the truth is unknown, there are too many crises.
2567 is strong.
Mimosa knows this.
But what Mimosa knows better is that 2567 has been involved in too many troubles, and if it is a little careless, it will be lost forever.
Especially those opponents who are bound to face in trouble, Mimosa is also very clear.
The thought that 2567 will disappear here one day.
The fear that Mimosa had never felt rose from the bottom of her heart.
It was the first time that Mimosa felt the fear of swallowing him whole.
Mimosas are timid.
He knew it himself.
Therefore, in front of strangers, he is used to disguising.
Not only because of embarrassment, but also because his identity has what ordinary people don't have, so he naturally needs to bear what ordinary people can't bear.
However, such a fear, Mimosa can tell the difference.
He can accept other fears.
But, this... no!
Therefore, after the initial panic, Mimosa made his own plan. He knew his shortcomings and could not be of any help in battle, but he also knew his strengths, and he would use what he was good at to help 2567!
In the face of those troubles, 2567 is not strong enough.
Then let 2567 become stronger!
Just like that woman!
She can do it.
He can also help 2567 do it.
Boom, boom, boom.
The ditty continued, Mimosa raised her hand and knocked on the door.
Different from the uneasiness of facing strangers in the past, Mimosa this time is extremely calm, and even the breath has become different.
It's not strength, it's a change in mentality.
as well as…
Confidence!
Mimosa knows how to use it to its advantage.
The only thing that remains the same is that the minor key has not changed.
Squeak!
The door opened.
The player who opened the door shrank his pupils when he saw the mimosa.
The other party clearly felt that breath.
It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a player dressed in ordinary clothes, but a king patrolling his hunting grounds.
Not strength!
But it's a bit like strength!
It's weird, but it makes the other party feel pressured!
The strange sense of shock caused the player to shake his head quickly.
illusion!
It's all an illusion!
The other party told himself this, and then quickly got to the point.
"What you want, we have it ready"
As he spoke, the other party handed over a cloth bag.
There are layers of sealing secrets on the bag, but even so, there is still a trace of power leaking out, not evil, chaotic, bright, vast, but a sense of tenacity, a tenacity full of life feel.
Without opening it, Mimosa knew that this was what he was looking for.
After taking the item, Mimosa put it in her pocket.
"You promised us?"
"The trading rights of e-port belong to you."
After Mimosa finished speaking, she turned and left.
"Thank you for your generosity."
The player bows and salutes.
He is not at all embarrassed because he is a high-level senior.
You must know that it is a prosperous trading port in reality, and the annual income there is simply unimaginable. Owning it, you can not only leave a rich asset for your family, but also supplement his points with real currency. You must know that as the difficulty of the dungeon increases, it is simply too difficult for a person of his level to obtain benefits.
Otherwise, he would not have chosen this transaction.
You know it's...
The player who thought of something finally shook his head, turned around and disappeared into the room.
This player thinks he is unaware, but for some people, such a move is no different from what he saw with his own eyes.
boom!
Wu slapped the table hard, and the crystal balls on the table jumped up.
"fox!"
"Damn fox!"
Wu growled.
But after a while, she sat weakly on the sofa.
What kind of opponent is the most difficult to deal with
If Wu didn't know it before, then when she met Mimosa, she knew the answer.
Mimosa is the toughest.
This bastard who stays by Crow's side so shamelessly is really her enemy in this life!
The other party has no malice!
Even, they are constantly helping the crow.
There is no question about that.
But it was precisely because of this that she couldn't do it.
Even if that bastard shows signs of being unfavorable to the crow, she is sure that the other party will die without a burial, but she already vaguely knows what the other party wants to do, but she has no room to do it.
A sense of powerlessness filled his heart, causing Wu to pat the table again.
boom!
The crystal ball jumped up again, and this time it jumped higher, far away from the restraint of the shelf, and when the crystal ball fell on the carpet, one palm caught it.
"Don't mess with my little hall."
The proprietress of the tavern said, and put the crystal ball in place.
"Is there any way to kill her without making the crow dislike me?"
Wu turned his head and looked straight at his friend.
"What do you say?"
The proprietress of the tavern rolled her eyes, and continued angrily: "With 2567's character, if you really attack her, you will never stop dying."
"Trust me, 2567 is very similar to the Lawless character."
"If someone touches his friend, lawlessness will blow up."
"The same goes for 2567!"
"Even more terrifying!"
"At least, when facing lawlessness, I'm sure I can beat him, but 2567?"
"Guess how powerful 2567 is with all the cards turned over?"
"I am afraid… "
"Even he doesn't know it?"
Saying that, the proprietress of the tavern suddenly felt a little irritable.
As the first player to come into contact with Kieran, the proprietress of the tavern can almost be said to be the one who watched Kieran grow up.
When we first met, Qin Ran was just a rookie, and she was close to 5.
Then…
Qin Ran is at level 5, but she is still close to level 5.
Are you angry
To strike or not to strike
In fact, the proprietress of the tavern believed that if it wasn't for Kieran's stimulation, she would still be close to 5.
"Only a few short months!"
"He has walked almost half of the life of us guys who are proud enough. He has absolutely no training in reality, and what about us? We are all experienced and experienced, so I always feel that I have met Son of a great city."
"Do you know what those guys look like when 2567 enters the fifth stage? It's like being constipated, and then they all disappeared. What do you think they did?"
"And that bastard 'Broker'!"
"That bastard probably expected all of this a long time ago, so he chose to hide early."
The proprietress of the tavern kept complaining to her friends.
then
Wu smiled lightly.
Very proud of the kind of smile.
This witch-like 'Prayer' stroked the crystal ball and said in a natural tone: "It's natural, he is a crow!"
"you… "
"Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Don't have any crooked thoughts about mimosa."
"Once you have it, not only will there be no shelter for you in a huge city, but it will be the same in reality!"
The appearance of the friend made the proprietress of the tavern even more irritable. After throwing the skill book to the friend, she walked towards the front hall.
A moment later, the proprietress of the tavern roared from the front hall.
"Bastard, you're drinking again!"
"no no!"
"I'm just trying to see if it's expired!"
Snapped!
The lawless argument ended with the bottle being slammed on the head.
The soundproof door was also completely closed.
After a flash of envy flashed in Wu's eyes, she picked up the skill book.
"You think I'm going to admit defeat?"
"Hmph, naive!"
…
Mimosa, who successfully got the main material, stood happily at the corner of the middle section, waiting quietly for Qin Ran.
The constant flow of people in front of me is a great challenge for the previous Mimosa.
And now
It is expectation.
He expected to join in with Qin Ran.
"Um?"
Mimosa, who was waiting, saw a person whose face was not covered by the system.
Is it the aborigines
J. Perelman's rebuilding of the Liberty Alliance is not a secret. A while ago, someone hunted and killed the Liberty Alliance.
Still, it was a surprise when J Perelman accepted those indentured natives.
Of course, that is surprise.
later
No one will pay more attention to these aborigines who have no strength, talent, or skills.
The players couldn't even take care of themselves, so they didn't have the time to pay attention to the unrelated aborigines.
Therefore, even at this time, after seeing an aborigine walking among the crowd with a broom and dustpan, he was surprised and went his own way.
And the aborigine lowered his head, carefully cleaning up all the rubbish he could see.
This is his job.
It was also Mr. J. Perelman who managed to win over.
They are the first batch.
If successful, more people could get the opportunity to work on Lowe Street.
Therefore, the aborigine was careful.
When the dustpan was full, the aborigine avoided the crowd and came to the trash can. Instead of pouring the trash into the dustpan, he looked carefully at the trash can.
Metal bottles, cans, and some leftover food went into his carry pockets.
This is with permission from Lowe Street.
Metal objects can be sent to the blacksmith shop in exchange for some necessities and food. Compared with the meager salary, this is his main source of income.
And the leftovers
It is his three meals.
He needs to feed his wife and children more clean, whole foods.
As for him
it's nothing.
He's done his best to pick clean ones.
Even if it is dirty.
Just blow on it.
The aborigine took a meatball with a little dust in his hand, blew it gently, and then put it in his mouth.
Although it was cold, the elasticity of the balls did not decrease at all, and the thickness of the meat made the aborigine smile.
Satisfaction from the bottom of my heart.
However, when he saw a player approaching, the aborigine immediately moved away carefully, trying not to block the opponent's path.
They are different from them.
This is what they knew from the very beginning.
Even if they met such a good person as J Perelman.
But the world is not all good people.
The aborigines, who are well aware of this truth, maintain due humility and caution.
But to his surprise, the player walked straight towards him.
"My lord, what's the matter with you?"
The aborigines asked respectfully.
"Help me throw these things away?"
The player handed over the bag in his hand.
"OK."
The aborigine nodded again and again, reached out and grabbed the sides of the bag, avoiding the palm of the player in front of him.
And when the player let go, the native felt the weight of the bag.
Likewise, the Aboriginal people saw the contents of the bag.
Food, packed in boxes, but all unpacked, steaming food.
The aborigine was taken aback for a moment, and immediately raised his head to ask if the player made a mistake.
But when the aborigine looked up, the player had long since disappeared.
The aborigine holding a bag of food lowered his head again, hoping to find some clues from the bag, but there was nothing but food.
Feeling the temperature of the food, the eyes of the aborigines turned red unconsciously.
"Hot, food."
The aborigine choked in a low voice.
Then, he carefully picked up the food.
Hot food is delicious.
He wants to try it too.
However, his wife and children should also be happy because of these foods, right
Carrying the food, the aborigine bowed slightly to the empty front and said, "Thank you."
…
Mimosa, who turned a corner, let out a sigh of relief.
Not only nervous, but also because of the rapid running.
"May you be able to persevere!"
Mimosa silently blessed that aborigine from the bottom of her heart.
Although he can help the other party more, he is not an idiot and understands that too much help is not a good thing.
This is true in reality.
This is especially the case with huge cities.
A bag of food won't attract attention.
Switching to something else that can be linked to a large number of points will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.
That's not helping people, it's hurting people.
Moreover, if he wants to help, he has more ways.
But that's for later.
Now
When the deep black figure appeared, Mimosa lost everything else in her eyes.
"2567!"
Mimosa raised her arms and waved, shouting happily and softly.