Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

The steel forest in New York also has a steel forest-style morning.

At the end of May, sparrows, or other birds adapted to the rhythm of the city, will start singing cheerfully to welcome the arrival of dawn from four o'clock in the morning.The faint morning light is reflected by the window glass of the high-rise building with an infinitely brighter brightness.So when the sun has not fully risen, the whole New York has woken up brightly and warmly from sleep.

And awakened almost simultaneously with the dawn are the New Yorkers who are always in a hurry. It won’t take long for the whole New York to become lively. The bustle of traffic is accompanied by suits and shoes, which is the opposite of the bustle of the night.

In the evening, the girl who spends a whole night in the bar with heavy makeup on her face will put on a light makeup and dress in a fashionable and decent way, knocking out a series of small and rapid rhythms on the road with high heels.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Demer's loud voice will ring out, and a small stall will be set up at the entrance of the store just like every working day morning in the past. The prepared sandwiches and coffee are served together, and there is no need to wait in line for a convenient and fast breakfast. The set meals are often sold out before nine o'clock.

And at this time, Chris's store has not yet opened.

Chris woke up a little later today than in the past, maybe the sun was too comfortable or the bedding was too soft today, he didn’t open his eyes until the alarm clock rang, and with the harsh ringtones, his brain was turned from Sleep mode is adjusted to awake mode.

Then politely silence the alarm clock that was making his brain hurt forever.

He wasn't angry about getting up, but he didn't really like the feeling of being woken up. It stands to reason that he should naturally wake up from sleep 5 minutes earlier than now, and press the alarm clock before it rang.

Probably because the store was too quiet, he accidentally fell into a deep sleep.

At this time on weekdays, Peter should already be in the store making preparations for the opening of the store. The young man walked around the store humming a little tune he heard somewhere, with light and joyful steps, as if dancing a minuet. The clear voice mixed in the morning air seemed normal and natural, reminding Chris in his sleep of the arrival of a new day before the alarm clock rang.

Peter would come every morning, come to the store earlier than class to do some cleaning work, and then rush to catch the bus to school, for which Chris gave him an extra salary increase, so that young people can save Money to buy that coveted newest Star Wars LEGO set.

But today Peter is not here.

Chris, who got up late, made a cup of tea and slowly unfolded the newspaper. In this respect, he was a bit behind the old-fashioned habits of the times. It is true that most people are used to getting the latest news from their mobile phones or tablets. I like to spend a few minutes reading the whole newspaper, use the enclosed crossword puzzles to pass the last bit of boring time before opening the store, wait until Peter cleans the tea sets in the glass cabinet one by one, and then turn over the wooden boards on the door Turn the other side of the business and deal with the guests who are constantly in a state of affairs from morning to night.

It's a pity that Peter is not here today.

Chris has already begun to miss his capable and lively little shop assistant, and the early morning when he was relaxed and happy because of him.

Chris had to do the prep work in the shop himself after finishing the crossword puzzle. He took a moment to recall the exact casting standard of the spell—the most important part of the spell—and then cleared his throat and said the spell, The ancient text weaves and distorts the energy. In an instant, the whole store seems to be coated with a layer of brightly colored filters. The dust accumulated overnight on the window glass on the pillow lined up obediently and fell into a ball into the trash can. Inside, the tea set in the glass cabinet shakes the handle of the teacup and shakes the spout, and the patterns on the bone china are as bright as they were just drawn.

It's not so much a cleaning job, it's better to say that a layer of skin has been torn off, and the color of the entire store is particularly strong. The leader Fidel who walked into the store mistakenly thought that he had changed it. The decoration of the store.

Maybe it should be called Steward Fidel now.

He spent nearly a month in the cat kingdom dealing with those property issues, and it was only now that he was free to return to his real employer.

"Meow?" The cat following him tilted its head suspiciously, and let out a questioning cry. Unlike Butler Fidel, who had a huge contrast between the human form and the cat form, the serious and dignified Miss Chubby in the human form was also the same when she turned into a cat. The solemn and aloof appearance, and the full court lady's style when sitting in front of Chris and saying hello, from a human point of view, she has a somewhat gender-inverted sense of sight with the Fidel housekeeper beside her.

After all, Butler Fidel is too pretty to have no friends.

Mimi, the beautiful Fidel butler who has no friends, asked about Peter. He liked that lively and cheerful young man very much. Since he became a legal resident in the Cat Kingdom, Chris was able to understand cats to some extent. What exactly does Meow Meow Mimi mean?

"Peter went to Gotham to play." Chris said while stroking the long and soft hair of Butler Fidel, Peter seemed to be excited and joyful, a little disappointed and a little eager.

He seemed to have reacted too coldly to the young man's brief departure, causing the other party to be disappointed.

Peter, who successfully got all A's in the hellish final exam, deserves to enjoy a happy summer vacation. He has worked so hard for so long, and even Mr. Stark, who is the same sex as Mr. Wayne, can't refuse him to go. The request for a trip to Gotham is only about whether to give the poor pajamas a little pocket money, even though Mr. Wayne has generously stated that all the bills during the Gotham period can be hung in his name .

Chris is also very straightforward in this regard. He upgraded Peter's suit again. Chris is well aware of the lethality of his old friend, so he happily remodeled Peter's suit to ensure that even if Peter is really unlucky and caught by some villain, he will not be so miserable as Jason was when he almost lost it. Life.

Of course, there is also the automatic mute device when facing the clown. Chris always felt that he would hang the clown upside down on the top floor of the building, [-]% because of the clown's mouth that never knows the right time to close.

He didn't want to go to Gotham to play for a few days, and his little shop assistant was taught badly by Gotham's specialties.

Well, maybe it would be a good idea to sponsor some of the latest equipment in Arkham Asylum, like dementors culled from Azkaban or potions for captive rations for some of his old friends.

One injection is effective, painless and minimally invasive without any side effects, only a drop the size of a soybean is needed to turn the ugliest villain into an obedient and well-behaved good boy.

Chris thought it was a great idea.

At the end of the lunch break, Chris welcomed a new guest, who was already sitting on the sofa when he walked out of the staff lounge.

Or should I say a friend.

Don't get me wrong, the reason why I say they are friends is just because Chris knows very well that his old friend will never keep much money in his pocket, and his honesty and integrity perfectly match the down-and-out appearance of the tramp.

He looked quite old, with a beard and messy hair covering most of his face, except for a pair of bright and clear eyes, as if the lake reflected the morning light in the morning, and he still looked like a teenager.

"Long time no see." He greeted him with a hoarse voice with a hint of a smile, not a very affectionate tone.

"It's been a long time." Chris knocked on the table, and the open wooden board on the door automatically turned to the wrong side. Miss Chubby had already prepared tea and snacks when the guests came. Has a wonderful ability to manage the daily affairs of the employer.

"I thought you would stay in England forever." Chris said, "But you really have worse taste than before."

"Master Merlin." When he finally pronounced this address, he dragged the end lazily, which sounded contemptuous and arrogant, a completely different tone from his usual one.

Merlin smiled nostalgicly, "Don't call me that, Chris." He said as he did when he was young, his beard and hair were messed up, and he was dressed in a decent robe with clothes like a tramp on his body. , he had a straight face, without the cover of his beard and messy hair, his face was still handsome when he was young.

Time didn't seem to leave any trace on him, just like when he looked at Chris, he didn't notice any passage of time on this old acquaintance.

In addition to changing their clothes and hairstyles, they are still themselves thousands of years ago. Those long times are like a dream. When he woke up, he was still the humble servant of King Arthur, and Chris was still Mo Ganna's most trusted knight tirelessly caused countless troubles for them, but finally opened the door to Avalon for them, leaving Arthur sleeping in the kingdom of elves.

"Old habits die hard." Chris shrugged and spread his hands. "I was young then."

She was so young that she was almost overturned by Morgana's calculations, so she had no choice but to reach a temporary alliance of interests with that witch, and worked hard with Merlin and King Arthur for an unknown number of years.

Obviously, he just wanted to join King Arthur's side to lie down and win leisurely at the beginning. In the camp battle between Morgana and King Arthur, anyone with a long brain will not fail to see which side has a better chance of winning.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that something would happen to him in every faction battle.

"We are not children anymore." Merlin said with a smile, habitually taking on the tone of an elderly elder—after all, the years have left some traces, you must know that the Ke who was taught by elves and druids at that time Arrogant and delicate, Rhys looked more like a prince than Arthur.

"So sometimes the world is really weird, isn't it?" Chris propped his chin and played with the stirring spoon in the teacup, "At that time, it was their siblings who fought for the position, but it was the one who wanted to throw each other into hell The two of us."

"In the end, they were the ones who died, and the two of us survived." Chris sometimes thought about what he had done before, and felt so stupid that he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "It sounds really like It’s too idle to find something to do.”

"But everything is meaningful." Merlin held up his teacup and drank slowly, and said in the tone of an old man, "Arthur will wake up one day, Morgana..."

When he mentioned Morgana, his face showed a complex expression mixed with solemnity and drama.

"I recently sensed Morgana's breath again." He said, "That's why I came to you."

Morgana may not care about King Arthur, Merlin, or even the existence of everyone, but even if she crawls out of hell, she will never let Chris go, and she will never let go of the one who gave her the last blow by defecting. asshole.

"Can you stop talking to me like you saw a scumbag being approached by his ex-girlfriend, I really don't have that kind of relationship with her." Chris rubbed his forehead with helplessness, the pure mutuality between him and Morgana Taking advantage of the relationship between Arthur and Merlin is even more innocent, and in the later stage, it is even more disgusting to see each other. If it weren't for the faction war, Chris would have rebelled long ago.

Merlin looked at Chris's expression and shook his head and sighed, muttering in a low voice, "I shouldn't have expected anything from you", and gave up exposing Morgana's unspeakable feelings for Chris, and loved and killed each other because of love and hatred There is no lack of market in any age, but it is a pity that Chris, who was established by elves and druids and cultivated by demons, has no signs of love with normal humans. Merlin can only feel sorry for Mo Gan Na's love reminded: "She may attack people around you, it's better to be careful."

When Chris thought of Morgana, his forehead throbbed, "Okay, I'll pay attention." As he spoke, he pushed another plate of tea over. The pure English scones were obviously very popular with Merlin. See Chris had a toothache.

He felt that the reason why he left England and came to the United States without hesitation back then was absolutely inseparable from the bad food that was so bad that he would rather go to hell to have a meal with the devil than eat it.

For example, haggis, such as jelly eel, and stargazing pie.

Although the United States does not seem to be particularly good after eating for a long time, after a long time, I can only rely on myself to start a business so as not to lose hope in life.

And this time is also very appropriate, he received a text message from Peter who was having fun in Gotham.

——Today's lunch is a great French meal, Chris, did you have a good lunch?I'm having a blast here in Gotham don't worry about me ()

——By the way, I just helped a lady who was robbed of her bag get her bag back, isn’t it super amazing hehe (≧≦)

After sending the message, Peter hesitated for a while, but still didn't tell Chris that the enthusiastic lady was very excited to get back her bag, and gave him a fiery kiss on the spot.

super scary QAQ