Listening to Dewey's tone, I always felt a particularly terrible sense of seriousness, as if he would say something big in a second that shocked the world.

So, I sat upright and comforted myself in my heart: don't be afraid, don't be afraid, even if the sky falls, hit the tall man first.

I just kept comforting myself and waited for Dewey's next second to speak.

However, the second half of his sentence was delayed, and I had to wait patiently.

After all, when an elder speaks, a junior has to be more or less respectful, especially since he is a person who has helped me a lot financially, and I have to be at least polite.

However, the second half of Dewey's sentence is like a kite with a broken string, and I don't know which corner the wind blows to, and I can't wait.

After a few minutes, I started fidgeting: I didn't say anything for so long...... Are you in the mood to speak? Or are you trying to find a way to calm the waves in your heart? Could it be that this matter is really quite serious?

I waited patiently for a few more minutes...... There was still no sound.

I frowned, a little distraught: Why haven't you squeaked yet? Could it be that the matter was too arduous for him to feel the pressure in his heart and fainted?

Or is it because of the stress that he can't speak, so that he can't make a sound?

I began to think wildly.

At this moment, I heard a terrible sound, which was like a pig's cry, long and tactful, and ruined!

it! What a sound!

I was shocked, and the call crystal in my hand was almost thrown out.

Fortunately, I have at least experienced strong winds and waves, and I have struggled back from the brink of life and death many times, and I am frightened, but at least I am still calm.

But that voice just now was really too terrifying, and it didn't feel like it could be made by humans.

Don't...... Dewey was attacked by a monster?

My heart tightened, I hurriedly picked up the call crystal and listened carefully, and there was a strange pig cry, louder than the one just now!

This time the pig screamed, I listened to it completely, only to find that there was an aftersound at the end of the pig call, and the aftersound was suppressed and frustrated, returning to the unique sound of human beings, which was...... The sound of breathing.

When did the sound of pig barking and breathing get mixed up?

I wondered: Could it be that Dewey was holding a pig in his arms? Or is there a pig threatening Dewey not to speak?

As he was thinking, there was another sound, also beginning with a pig's cry, tactful in the middle, and ending with a muffled breathing.

Holding my breath, I listened to it several times, and suddenly I was excited: should it be ...... This thing is asleep, right?

Turning into the microphone, I called out several times: "Dewey? Master Dewey? Hey, are you listening? ”

It was still the sound of steady breathing and a strange sound like a pig's cry.

I hung up the call with a twitch of eyes and a black line, and finally understood why Dewey had been single until now - no matter how rich she was, what woman could withstand the snoring of a man next to her like a pig?

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you? Don't seem to be happy? The phoenix asked, staring at me after playing his cards.

"It's nothing," I laughed, "I just heard a pig bark, and I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart." ”

"Pig barking?" Phoenix muttered, "Do we have pigs here?" ”

"No," Baba pulled her ears, tilted her head, thought for a while, and affirmed, "No." ”

"Is Xiao Yi hallucinating?" Lirea asked.

"Possibly," Yura said.

"Remy, sing a song to Xiao Yi to stabilize your restless mood," Cagalli said casually.

"Ah~~la~~ahh~~......"

Remy immediately let go of her singing voice and sang a song to me, her voice was graceful, and her tone was subdued, and it was addictive to listen to it.

After a song, I woke up for a long time, and unconsciously compared this moving song with Dewey's terrifying purr, and I felt that Dewey's terrifying purr was terrifying, especially the pig cry in the first half, which was so vivid that at first glance, I couldn't tell whether it was Dewey's snoring or the real pig cry.

"I'll buy you smoked pork rolls tomorrow!"

With a wave of my hand, I made a decision: Anyway, Dewey's snoring sound was like a pig's cry, so I assumed that the pig was Dewey's relative.

"Okay, smoked pork rolls, smoked pork rolls~~" Remy was very excited, she liked to eat smoked and grilled food.

"Where's my white fish?" Barbara asked, raising her voice.

"Well, the white fish is grilled too."

"Hmm~~ That's pretty much it" Barbara was satisfied.

Early the next morning, I got up from the couch, lightly covered Remy, opened the door, and I sneaked out of the room.

The life of the elves is very regular, they go to bed early at night, they get up early in the morning, and the time for the opening of the commercial street is also very early, and it is only five o'clock now, and the shops in the commercial street have opened one after another.

I bought a dozen white fish, a lot of pastry pudding, and a few large slices of smoked pork.

I opened the door, went into the kitchen, and got busy.

At half past five, Florence came out of the room and walked to the kitchen with a sigh of relief, and as soon as she entered the door, she was startled by me, and she wondered: "Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you?" It can't be sick, right? ”

"No," I said, grilling white fish and fried sliced smoked pork.

"So what are you cooking?" Florence wondered.

"Oh, Cagalli and they want to try my handiwork, and it just so happens that I have nothing to do, so I just show his hand," I said, and I smiled at Florence and said, "It's not as good as my sister-in-law's handiwork, and I'm ugly." ”

"Where," said Florence, looking at the smoked pork patty in the pan and at the white fish I baked, "isn't the craftsmanship very good, if my family had half of your craftsmanship, I would be content." ”

"Don't, don't say that," I said embarrassedly: "Brother Zack is different from me, he is more good at things in the guild, as for the things in life, isn't there still you, it is because of his dependence on you that Brother Zack gave up the craft of cooking, if you have to say, this is actually a manifestation of love." ”

"You kid can talk," Florence laughed happily.

"Okay, okay, you go back and rest first, I can easily do this little thing in the kitchen by myself, so I won't bother you to do it."

Florence sighed and said, "Okay, I'll rest a little longer, and I'll wake Zach up when you go to the dungeon." ”

"Don't be in such a hurry, you may not be able to go to the dungeon to farm monsters today" I said: "Yesterday's monster farming consumed a lot of our physical strength, and we came back quite late, I guess they have to sleep late today to get up, and ah, even if they get up, I don't think Cagalli will organize a guild to go to the dungeon to farm monsters." ”

(End of chapter)