Instead of the cocktail made by the boss himself, Nero asked for a glass of white beer - in an oversized glass. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She gulped down the barbecue brought by the maid lady, and it tasted: "Is it, so much happened...... No wonder Cook has amnesia, it turns out that he was plotted by Xiangliu. Well...... This will allow you to write a full report. ”

As he spoke, Nero threw a dull ball of soul light from his small bag containing his soul, "How long can you mark this Prometheus for me." ”

Holding this soul light ball, Luo Qiu said indifferently: "Three months." ”

As he spoke, Luo Qiu palmed his hand, and a disc about the size of a vanity mirror box appeared in front of Nero, "Within three months, this thing can help you find its location at any time." ”

He slipped another piece of roast meat into his mouth—it was the last one—and Nero didn't hesitate to put the little disc away, and burped, "Ah...... So full, thank you for the hospitality. ”

She stood up, raised her hands, stretched her waist that was straining her body, and suddenly squinted her eyes and said, "By the way, boss, I want to ask you something, this Enma knife in my hand, I can only achieve its second form...... How do you think I'm going to fit perfectly into its final third form? You don't know it, do you?"

"Guest, there is a charge for this question. The boss said indifferently.

"Miserly. Nero said.

The boss laughed and said nothing—Nero couldn't see because of the mask, of course.

But she's a free-spirited person by nature, at least as it seems to be, so she shrugged her shoulders, "Anyway, I'm a regular customer, right?

The boss pointed his finger on the table, and a black card with four gold seals appeared in front of Nero.

Nero waved his hand to take it, then tapped his finger on his lips, and flew the flying kiss towards Boss Luo, "What a good boss, goodbye then!"

"Please wait, guest. Boss Luo suddenly called Nero to stop, and after her surprised gaze, he nodded towards Youye.

The maid turned and left the lobby, and it wasn't long before she came out with a tray.

Yuya lifted the cloth from the tray, and there was a wooden box about the size of a palm, 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 too rough, so use this handle, it is more delicate and can be stored for a longer time." ”

Nero was stunned for a moment, reached out and took the box, and subconsciously asked, "How much does this cost?"

"No, I don't. Unexpectedly, the boss said indifferently: "This is borrowed from you to the guest, until the end of your life, it will automatically return to us." Of course, it's okay if you refuse the guest. ”

Without saying a word, Nero poured the remaining souls of his original bag into the box, and then smiled and said, "Ding, congratulations to the player Nero for getting an important item from the shopkeeper: the box containing the soul GET!, isn't that so?"

"Welcome to your next visit. ”

......

......

According to a transaction that Cook didn't know, he wouldn't be able to recover his memories of waking up in a matter of weeks.

Although he has not been thinking more and more recently, but has gradually felt lost, Cook has not changed his current life.

He spent more time in his room meditating. He could sit for half a day at a time, as if he were a speck of dust in the room.

Only when the tofu shop's squeak knocks on the door because of boredom, there will be some sounds in the room.

Although I still can't remember my identity and origin, the way I do things seems to be like an instinct. He could keenly sense that San'er was avoiding him.

Since you are dodging, try not to touch it...... He was even thinking about leaving this place for the past few days—he had a feeling since the last time he met that strange white-haired woman.

The day of his departure is getting closer.

"Uncle Mark, tell me a story today!" the more acquainted the little fellow became, the more unscrupulous he became, and as soon as he walked in, he grabbed Cook's arm and shook it.

Cook subconsciously touched Squeak's head, and suddenly thought of one thing without looking for a margin: If he left, would Squeak be very sad?

It stands to reason that he shouldn't think about such a thing - his thinking pattern kept reminding him of it.

"I'm not going to tell a story today. Cook said expressionlessly, "You go and get me a piece of wood." ”

He gestured the size of his hand, squeaked his fingers, looked at it for a moment with big bulging eyes, and then nodded, then spread his fleshy legs and ran out at once.

Soon after, Xiao Qi came back with a log about ten centimeters long and about ten centimeters in diameter.

Cook took the log, then walked to the table, opened the drawer, took out a knife, and sat down cross-legged on the floor. The knife gestured at the log for a moment, and then began to sharpen.

Xiao squeaked her neck and watched Uncle Mark's actions - she knew that this Uncle Mark was very powerful! She had quietly seen this Uncle Mark lift a tofu board more than a meter high with one hand!

But Uncle Mark didn't talk much of the time.

"Uncle Mark, what are you doing?"

Cook didn't pay any attention to it, just used his knife to cut the log in his hand. Xiao Qi had long been accustomed to his silence, so he didn't make a fuss at this time, but just lay on the ground, holding his chin with both hands.

The fleshy and soft calves were kicking again and again, and she looked at this Uncle Mark like this, and found it amusing.

Slowly, I got tired, so I simply fell asleep.

Cook stopped what he was doing, picked up Squeak, put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and began to sit cross-legged on the ground again, carving the wood in his hand.

Sawdust flew out of each knife, like fluttering flotsam.

By the time he had put his last slash away, there was already a pile of sawdust on the ground. Cook put the knife down and then blew on the final carving, blowing away the wood dust attached to it before placing it among the sawdust blocks.

It's a swan.

It is waving its wings among these sawdust blocks, like a real swan falling in the snow and ice.

He put the swan into Squeak's arms, then picked her up again and sent her back to her room.

Cook went back to his room, swept the sawdust off the floor, turned off the lights, and sat alone again.

Tomorrow, presumably, that's how it will be, 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 looked at the dim room where Cook was, but also looked at San'er, who was busy closing the shop in front of the store.

......

"Ah...... Why do I suddenly feel that it doesn't seem good for Cook to go on like this?"

Sitting cross-legged on the roof of a house, holding a painttube in both hands, Nero was 'grabbing' a cheap loaf of bread from a nearby commissary.

The Enma Blade in the Drawbox whispered at this point—a whisper that only Nero, its host, could hear, of course.

"Oh, you want to eat Cook?" Nero said mockingly, looking at the paintbox, "Why didn't you see you so energetic when you were in that boss's house?"

The painttube trembled slightly, as if dissatisfied.

"It's troublesome to eat Cook. Nero shook his head and said, "At least the old guys in the clubhouse won't let me go...... Although it's a big deal to escape, it's still very troublesome, running around the world and being chased and killed. ”

Nero lay down, his hands on his head, his legs crossed, his eyes squinted leisurely, and suddenly showed a mischievous smile: "However, you say that if Cook is crazy, can he beat me?"

She sat up suddenly, licked her lips and said, "I suddenly thought of a very good idea!"