I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

In the kitchen, Senia was handling the ingredients, while the other two expressionlessly skewered the simply marinated meat on wooden skewers and piled it on the iron plate beside it.

No, their faces were expressionless rather than expressionless. Their pupils did not focus on the ingredients in front of them at all. They stared blankly into the distance. They just numbly picked up the bamboo skewers and meat, and then inserted them into one piece. Two bucks, three bucks, four bucks. Finally, simply sort it out and throw it aside.

While listening to the sound of the kitchen knife cutting through the ingredients and chopping on the chopping board, the mechanical movements continued.

My heart is tired and my body is numb.

There's nothing I can do about it, if I were nagging you for half an hour, you'd be numb.

"Mother Senia? Yeah! It's Father Hartz!"

"Hey, Xiaoyin, long time no see."

Just as the two of them were skewering meat in silence and getting more and more enthusiastic, the little girl suddenly opened the kitchen door and poked her head in. Her sleepy eyes looked like she was here to see Senia, but when the other party saw her After Hartz, he suddenly became energetic and rushed over happily.

"Wait a minute, Xiaoyin, my hands are all oily!"

"Xiao Yin, I told you, the kitchen is very dangerous, you can't run around. Go back to the room quickly."

Senia turned around and said to Xiao Yin seriously.

"But……"

Xiaoyin seemed a little reluctant to leave like this, looking at Senia pitifully, and then turned to look at Hartz pitifully.

"………………Why."

After a moment of silence, Senia sighed, and then said to Harts:

"Mr. Hartz, please go play with the children for a while. They should be almost awake by now."

"Ah? Then prepare this material..."

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Ful and I will take care of it. The children haven't seen you for a long time. In order to prevent them from running into the kitchen and causing trouble, you'd better go and play with them for a while. I'll leave it to you later when the barbecue starts. That’s it for you.”

"okay."

Hartz squeezed some dish soap and washed his hands casually. After wiping them clean, he took off his apron and hugged Xiao Yin.

"Let's go, Xiaoyin, how have you been lately? Have you listened to Seniya's mother~"

Hartz hugged the child and walked out of the kitchen, leaving only Senia and Ful.

Then silence returned to the kitchen, and the two of them continued to do what they were doing silently, and the atmosphere gradually became stiff.

[It’s so embarrassing, so embarrassing. Why didn’t you say anything? It would be too embarrassing for Hartz to run away and leave me alone. 】

Just when Fu'er was hesitant to chat about something casually, the other party spoke first.

"Well, Mr. Ful, the onions, garlic and ginger are all cut."

Senia asked as she placed two large basins of ingredients beside her.

"The ingredients are almost done. I'll skewer the meat, and you can handle the lamb legs."

"Okay, then, just call me Fu'er or Xiao Fu. Don't use honorifics or anything like that. I'm still a high school student!"

"Ah, sorry, I just heard from Harts that you are the same kind of person as him, so I just..."

"No, no, no, it just became like this due to an accident some time ago. In fact, I don't know what my situation is now. Hartz told me that he would take me to his place to meet someone tomorrow, but to be honest, I still I didn’t think about what would happen next.”

"Is that so..."

At this point, the atmosphere fell into silence again. Senia was skewering the meat silently, while Fu'er was evenly applying marinade on the lamb legs and making horse-roasted chicken for the lamb legs.

In the quiet environment, one could only hear the noise of children and Harts outside, and the strange sound of palms sliding over greasy meat.

"Um... I'm sorry, I'm not very good at chatting. Hartz also said that I'm not very good at talking. The children here are basically young. When I usually talk to the children in front of them, I usually talk to them as mothers or teachers. They talk, and indeed rarely chat with others. It must be boring to be dragged to work by Hatz, and compared with a gloomy person like me."

"No, actually I quite enjoy cooking. And it doesn't matter if you can't chat. I think you and Hartz have a good chat, don't you?"

Fu Er smiled and said that he was not dissatisfied.

"And I don't have the opportunity to eat so much barbecue at home."

"Really? Then please eat more at night. In fact, I'm not very good at cooking. The food I usually make is not terrible, but it's not that good either. So Hartz doesn't like it every time he comes here. He is willing to eat here, or simply cook for himself.”

As she spoke, Senia angrily pierced the beef pieces in the bowl twice with a bamboo skewer, as if what was in the bowl was not beef but the meat of someone who had committed a heinous crime.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha."

Fu'er smiled awkwardly. After all, he didn't eat here at noon, and it wouldn't be the other party who did it at night. He really couldn't say anything in this regard.

"By the way, actually I've always wanted to know..."

Fu'er hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't hold back his curiosity. Why would a very famous [Hero] do odd jobs in an orphanage and help out with the stalls? It’s impossible that he really just fell in love with the person in front of him, right?

"How did Hartz and you meet? Do you have a story?"

"..."

Listening to the frolicking outside, Senia thought for a moment and then said it.

"Hartz... turned out to be a volunteer at the previous orphanage, and occasionally came to help. Then the [disaster] happened, and it was he who desperately saved the children. From then on, he became a child Our hero is also...my hero..."

Senia put down the ingredients in her hands and looked into the distance, seeming to be recalling the past.

"Later, the old site was destroyed and could not be repaired, and the orphanage did not have the extra funds to find a new home. When I was worried about this, Harts suggested to me that he had an old house there that had not been used for a long time. It was better than the current one. The orphanage is bigger and asked me if I want to move there.”

"Later, I took the children to Hanhai City and continued to run the orphanage here."

"I won't go into details. If you are still interested, just ask him yourself."

[How do I feel that the reason for your coming is not just because of these? 】

I don't know if it was a matter of preconceptions about a certain news, but Fu Er always felt that the other party seemed...

Forget it, he didn't dare to ask such a question.

The two of them chatted and finished processing all the ingredients. Hartz also belatedly returned to the kitchen, embarrassed to say that he had taken care of all the subsequent baking.

Of course, Ful was still dragged into working as a coolie.

"Did you make too many skewers?"

In the evening, on the lawn of the courtyard, Ful was acting as a barbecue master, turning the meat skewers in front of the fire. He glanced at the large plate at hand. At least 1/3 of it was not roasted, and there was still a whole leg of lamb. The strips were still roasting in Hartz's hands.

"It's okay. If there's more, just keep it as their daily meal. Anyway, Senia's usual cooking is too light. Maybe these marinated meats will be more popular with the children."

Hartz said as he brushed the leg of lamb with honey.

"Are the skewers ready? Give me two skewers and add more chili."

"Yes Yes……"

Fu'er responded weakly. The children had basically eaten early and were playing around. Senia was sitting on the small table over there, eating barbecue while taking care not to let the children get too excited. .

You ask Sylvia? The guy didn't do much for Fu'er. He got a plate of grilled meat skewers from him and went to sit on the roof to eat. It was quite worry-free.

At least Ful didn't have to worry about his blood pressure.

"Give--"

Fuer sprinkled another handful of chili powder and handed the kebab to Hartz.

"Oh! Thanks! Hmm - it tastes good. Where did you learn this skill?"

"You'll learn this if you have a roommate who always wants you to order barbecue."

"Really? But don't you live alone?"

"It's nothing, just think that I have nothing to learn."

"Oh……"

Fu'er picked up the soda and took a few sips, then picked up a bunch of meat skewers and ate them.

"These kids really like you."

Recalling the barbecue just now, even though the meat here was already roasted, the children in the orphanage were still surrounding Hartz and asking him to distribute skewers to them. Fuli couldn't help but sigh at the deep relationship between them. Feelings.

"Of course! I am their idol! But a few of them seem to worship me too much. Like those fanatical fans who pursue stars, they dream of becoming the same person as me, but I really don't want to see them go through the same thing as me. It’s something.”

Hartz's expression was a little troubled, and Ful was stunned for a moment, but then he immediately reacted.

The birth of a [hero] is inevitably accompanied by disaster and tragedy. These memories are not very pleasant after all, and they are probably inseparable from the [disaster] that Xenia mentioned. After all, it was not a good thing, so Fu'er decided to change the topic and said in a joking way.

"What kind? The one that shows off your face? Then I hope you'll pay attention when you open the door."

"It's okay. I guess I'm still alive and kicking after being stabbed twice. This kind of injury is nothing for people like us. I am also a [Hero] with an internal combat rating of S after all."

Hartz waved his hand casually, indicating that he was fine, and there was no need for Ful to joke to help him adjust his mood.

"But I have never refused to be their idol. Since I am already their hero, then at least I must protect their future, otherwise I will betray their trust in me, right?"

Fu'er nodded, agreeing with the other party's will and thoughts.

"By the way, the internal rating you just mentioned? What does it mean?"

Fu'er asked curiously. Sylvia basically only told him some things about miracles and disasters, but she had never mentioned some things within the administration.

"Well, this part of the information should have nothing to do with you. In fact, it literally means the comprehensive rating of various indicators of us [heroes] by the Administration. After all, heroes are strong and weak in different aspects, so We are mainly rated by combat performance, support performance, and logistics performance, so that the appropriate heroes can perform the most suitable tasks."

"For example, in terms of combat performance, my destructive power is A+, auxiliary combat is A, battlefield coordination is A+, general combat performance is S, plus the special rating SS for giant disasters, so my overall combat rating is S. "

"That's right...what about the other two ratings?"

"It's all C. Don't look at me like that. I specialize in combat, and the team I belong to is also specialized in dealing with disasters. Most combat-type [heroes] are basically a mess in other aspects, so I usually arrange a support The officer works one-on-one with him. If you have a chance tomorrow, I'll let you and my support officer get to know each other too! Speaking of which, it was all thanks to her that day, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get rid of the abnormal object so quickly."

"By the way, what happened to that abnormal object in the end?"

"It's gone. I smashed it into pieces with an axe. The subsequent containment work will be left to the guys from the containment committee. Although the guys have a certain responsibility for letting this kind of abnormal item wander around, they can still let it be sold in the market." Trafficking is a bigger problem for the federation. But don’t worry, once the superiors of the administration come in to cause trouble for them, they will probably crack down hard again in the near future.”

"Yes, that's fine."

Listening to Hartz's story, Ful swallowed the last skewer of meat and then asked.

"Then can you tell me now who I am going to see tomorrow? And what is the purpose? To be honest, I am quite curious."

At that time, the other party said that his superiors wanted to see him, but he didn't know the details yet.

"Well... although he doesn't want me to take the initiative to bring it up, since you asked about it, I'll tell you."

Hartz put down the meat skewers and said.

"The person who wants to see you is our boss."

"Or to be more precise, the person who wants to see you is the director of the Hero Administration Bureau, who is also the contemporary [Sword Holder]."

"……………………"

"?????"