Nero still didn't drink the cocktail made by the boss himself, but ordered a glass of white beer in an oversized cup.
While she was eating the barbecue served by the maid, she had a good taste: "Really, so many things happened... No wonder Cook lost his memory, it turned out to be plotted against by Xiang Liu. Hmm... I can also write in this way a full report."
As he said that, Nero threw out a dim soul light ball from his small pouch containing the soul, "How long can you mark this Prometheus for me?"
Holding the soul light ball, Luo Qiu said calmly, "Three months."
As he said that, Luo Qiu held his palm, and a disk about the size of a cosmetic mirror box appeared in front of Nero, "Within three months, this thing can help you find its location at any time."
He took another piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth. This was the last piece. Nero put the small disc away without any hesitation, and then hiccupped, "Ah... so full, thank you for the hospitality."
She stood up, raised her hands, stretched her lazy waist that was tense, and suddenly narrowed her eyes and said: "By the way, boss, I want to ask you something, this Yan Mo knife in my hand, I can only fit into its second form... how do you say I can fully fit into its final third form? You don’t know, do you?”
"Guest, you will be charged for this question." The boss said indifferently.
"Stingy." Nero said.
The boss smiled and said nothing, of course because of the mask, Nero couldn't see it.
But she is a free and easy person by nature, at least that's what she looks like so far, so she shrugged, "By the way, I'm also a regular customer, right? Is there any discount for the next business?"
The boss tapped his finger on the table, and a black card with four gold seals appeared in front of Nero.
Nero took it with a wave of his hand, then tapped his fingers on his lips, and blew a kiss to Boss Luo, "What a good boss, see you later!"
"Please wait, guest." Boss Luo suddenly stopped Nero, and nodded towards You Ye after her surprised gaze.
The maid turned around and left the lobby. Not long after, she came out with a tray.
You Ye lifted the cloth on the tray, and there was a palm-sized wooden box about three centimeters high, carved with many strange patterns.
"This is for me?" Nero frowned: "What?"
Luo Qiu said: "The bag that the guest used to hold the soul is really too rough, I'd better use this bag, it's more delicate, and it will last longer."
Nero was taken aback, reached out to take the box, and subconsciously asked, "How much does this cost?"
"No need." Unexpectedly, the boss said indifferently at this moment: "This is loaned to you as a guest. It will return to us automatically until your life is over. Of course, it doesn't matter if you refuse."
Nero poured the remaining soul from his original bag into the box without saying a word, and then smiled and said: "Ding, congratulations to player Nero for getting an important item from the owner: the box containing the soul get! Is it this way?"
"Welcome to visit next time."
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According to the content of the transaction that Cook did not know, within a few weeks, there was no way for him to recover his memories that showed signs of awakening.
Although he has lost the feeling of thinking more and more recently, and has gradually become confused, Cook has not changed his current life.
He spends more time sitting quietly in the room. He can often sit for half a day at a time, as if he himself is also a speck of dust in this room.
Only when Xiao Zhi from the tofu shop knocked on the door because he was bored, there would be some noise in the room.
Although I still can't remember my identity and origin, the way I handle things seems to be an instinct. He could keenly feel that San'er was avoiding him.
Since he was avoiding, try not to touch him... He was even thinking about leaving this place for a few days or something, and he had a feeling since he met that strange white-haired woman last time.
The day of his departure is getting closer.
"Uncle Mark, what story can you tell me today!" The more familiar this little guy seemed, the more unscrupulous he became. As soon as he walked in, he hugged Cook's arm and shook it.
Cook subconsciously touched Xiaozhi's head, and suddenly thought of something out of the blue: if he left, would Xiaozhi be very sad
Logically speaking, he shouldn't think about this kind of thing. His thinking mode has been reminding himself of this matter.
"I won't be telling stories today." Cook said blankly, "Go and find me a piece of wood."
He gestured the size on his hand, Xiaozhi sucked his finger, looked at it with big round eyes for a while, then nodded, then let go of his fleshy legs, and ran out at once.
Not long after, Xiaozhi returned with a log about ten centimeters long and ten centimeters in diameter.
Cook took the log, then went to the table and opened the drawer, took out a small knife, and sat cross-legged on the ground. The knife gestured at the log for a while, and then began to cut it.
Xiaozhi tilted her neck and watched Uncle Mark's actions. She knew that Uncle Mark was very powerful! She had quietly seen this Uncle Mark lift a tofu board more than one meter high with one hand!
But Uncle Mark doesn't talk very much most of the time.
"Uncle Mark, what are you doing?"
Cook didn't pay attention to it either, and just used a knife to cut the log in his hand. Xiao Zhi had long been used to his silence, so he didn't make a fuss now, but lay down directly on the ground, holding his chin with both hands.
The fleshy and soft calf was kicking again and again, and she just looked at Uncle Mark like this, just thinking it was funny.
Gradually tired, and simply fell asleep.
Cook stopped what he was doing, hugged Xiaozhi, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and then sat cross-legged on the ground again, carving the wood in his hands.
With every cut, sawdust flew out, like catkins.
After finishing his last stroke, there was already a pile of sawdust on the ground. Cook put the knife down, and then blew on the final wood carving to blow away the wood dust attached to it, before placing it among the wood chips.
This is a swan.
It was flapping its wings among these sawdust blocks, as lifelike as a real swan in the snow and ice.
He put the wooden swan into Xiao Zhi's arms, then picked her up again, and sent her back to her room.
Cook returned to his room again, swept away the sawdust and wood on the ground, then turned off the light, and sat here alone again.
Tomorrow will probably be the same way, Cook thought silently.
He didn't know that a pair of eyes were not far away, silently staring at this small tofu shop... not only at the dim room where Cook was, but also at San'er who was busy closing the shop in front of the shop.
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"Ah... Why do I suddenly have a feeling that it seems good for Cook to go on like this?"
Sitting cross-legged on the roof of a family, Nero, holding a painting tube in his hands, was talking about a cheap bread 'brought' from a nearby canteen.
Yan Mo Dao in the painting tube let out bursts of whispers at this time. Of course, only Nero, who is its host, could hear the whispers.
"Oh? You want to eat Cook?" Nero looked at the painting tube and mocked, "When you were at the boss's house, why didn't you see you so energetic?"
The painting tube trembled slightly, as if dissatisfied.
"It's very troublesome to eat Cook." Nero shook his head and said, "At least those old guys in the clubhouse won't let me go... Although it's a big deal to escape, it's still very troublesome. Hunting or something."
Nero lay down, put his hands on his head, crossed his legs, narrowed his eyes leisurely, and suddenly showed a mischievous smile: "However, if Cook goes crazy, can you beat me?"
She sat up suddenly, licked her lips and said, "I suddenly thought of a very good idea!" Xishan Shiraishi said ps1: Thanks to the head of "Blue_Xueluo" for the reward. ps2: Thanks to the hosts of "龏傤" and "'deeatコ" for their rewards.