[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

"Ah, miss, I want to order two omelet rice, three curry rice and two small cakes. I drink the coffee here, and take away the rest... Well, there are a lot of things, can I ask the waiter to help me? The car is on the way." Stop not far away, it won't take much time."

We don't have waiters, just bosses, bosses and bosses... Mr. Aida came out to make coffee with a siphon pot, Mrs. Aida was in the back kitchen making meals, and the only person left was me—"Okay, please put the license plate number Stay here, and I will deliver the packaged food, please wait a moment."

The visitor was a pretty... blonde foreigner?When he laughed, there was a bit of compassion unexpectedly, like a cynical outsider looking down on "Lamb".The golden braids slipped from his shoulders, and the simple single suit seemed a bit out of place on him.

However, the Chaldean tea restaurant is for catering, and what the guests wear has nothing to do with us.

There are streets on the left and right of the tea restaurant, and there are often customers who leave their cars and companions in the parking lot and follow the aroma of coffee to buy takeaways. Especially at this time, there is nothing suspicious.

The ground coffee powder is poured into the siphon pot, and the alcohol lamp is lit and heated for about 47 seconds before it can be removed. Wait quietly for the brown liquid to pass through the filter paper and enter another glass ball, and then pour it into a cup...no If you add milk foam and latte art, the coffee cooking time is really short, which is a test of the experience and intuition of the maker.

Mr. Aida brought the sugar, milk and coffee and hurried to the back kitchen to help Mrs. Aida, while I settled the bill and dug out disposable bento boxes and plastic bags for packing.

Probably because there are no other customers in the store at the moment, half of the orders are completed in just half an hour.The guest said that I can send this part out first, and he will take the rest by himself.

"Miss, thank you for your generosity and assistance."

He spoke with a strong foreign accent, and even gave an exaggerated curtain call.

I didn't think about it, I picked up the plastic bag and walked in the direction he said, and sure enough, I turned around a parking lot very close to the building and there was a black car parked outside. Bring it, please check it."

I walked over and handed the bag through the window through the car door, and there was a blond American sitting in it: "Sorry to bother you, Ms. Fujimaru, please start an interesting journey with us, ah ~Please don’t be angry, and don’t use force, it will only hurt yourself...or the two poor old people in the tea restaurant don’t have the ability to protect themselves.”

The Russian guy who cooperated as "sincerity" is not a good person.

"Okay...understood."

I put the bento box in and threw it on him, opened my hands and raised my hands to show that I didn't have any weapons or threats, and took out my little blackberry, took out the battery and threw it away in front of him.Another boy-like teenager got out of the back seat and opened the car door and bowed to me: "Please, Miss our savior. I'm John Steinbeck, miss, do you like grapes?"

Sitting in the back seat of the car, the boy squeezed up and pulled the door and introduced himself cheerfully to me. On the other side was an uncle who was so tall that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. His face looked really bad. , and there was still a damp watery smell all over his body.

"Grapes, I haven't eaten them for a long time. It's the season now, but it's a pity that good grapes are sold by the piece... I can't afford it..."

Yes, according to Gilgamesh's point of view, you can't eat a grape without wrapping it in a layer of gold leaf. Of course I can't afford such a fruit!

Quietly add: Does wrapping gold leaf make grapes taste better?Nope, it just makes it look more expensive!

"Alright, Steinbeck, please board the car, Miss Savior, and let the people on the white whale prepare the best and most expensive fruit."

The local tyrant sitting in the front was very upset and threw me in the takeaway plastic bag. The driver immediately started the car and left here.

Thanks to him throwing away the bag, so I don't have to try to leave a mark, I don't know how long it will take for everyone to find out that I'm missing...

"Don't worry, Miss Fujimaru, we won't do anything to you

What.Of course, please don't do anything to us. "The black car rolled up the leaves of grass extremely arrogantly all the way, turned east and west, came to a villa area, and parked at a remote airport... Wait, you rich people are going too far, this is a large plane that can take off and land Alternate airport now!

Steinbeck opened the door and got out of the car, first went to greet his boss, and then "invited" me down with the unhappy uncle.

"Given our unpleasant meeting last time, I think I need to re-introduce myself, my name is Francis Fitzgerald, the current leader of the "combination" of the foreign power organization. Please, what is that lady? I heard you have been around for a long time. Living overseas, isn't there a better Western name for it?"

"Fujimaru Rika."

I can't be bothered to explain the importance of real names to him.

Don't say you are a local tyrant, even Edison and Tesla have called me by my full name.

After being prompted to pronounce the name, I was pushed onto a fat transport plane, and after a harsh roar, I entered the mechanical fortress suspended in the air.

"Welcome to Moby Dick's Fortress in the Sky. You can call him Moby Dick, but the kid is happier with his first name."

A bearded middle-aged man with a pipe in his mouth stood in the cabin to greet us, waving his hands generously and smiling.I looked up at this mechanical creation that was not inferior to the magic workshop, and lightly touched the "stomach wall" of the white whale: "Hello, Moby Dick."

There was a whistling sound of a whale, and the bearded father laughed loudly: "Ah, noble lady, it likes you. May you have a wonderful trip."

As he stepped aside, Fitzgerald pursed his lips and shrugged, spreading his hands in regret.Then he took the initiative to walk in front, and Steinbeck immediately pushed me and followed me to the luxurious reception hall—there is nothing to describe but rich, and the splendor and splendor dazzled my eyes.

He sits in the master's seat and calls the subordinates and servants who come and go wantonly, and soon there are all kinds of beautiful fruits in season or out of season filled the walnut coffee table carved with roses.The maid and the deacon are lined up on the left and right, and they seem to come up and feed them into their mouths.

"Miss Savior, the end of this journey is on the other side of the ocean, don't worry, you deserve all the best. But out of personal request, I want to ask you a question-how did you come back from another world ?”

I was forced to sit on the sofa, and the blond man showed an expectant expression, but he was destined to be disappointed: "First of all, I didn't die, and my body has been maintaining the survival value with the help of medical equipment. Secondly, I haven't reached your so-called 'Another world', again, whoever steps into that place will be left forever, even gods. So, I'm sorry, I can't answer your question."

Anyway, the question of whether to "come back" can only get a "no" answer from me.

"Is that so, what a pity."

The light in his eyes disappeared, and he turned to the red-haired girl in the corner and said:

"Montgomery, you're in charge of taking care of Fuji and all that... Ah, Ms. Fujimaru. Whatever she needs, just satisfy her."

The red-haired girl came over and stood behind me with a bit of restraint. I noticed that her fingers seemed to be a little bit red and swollen. Could it be that she was punished for being unfavorable in the kidnapping last time?

Fitzgerald didn't say anything to me, and waved Lucy to take me to the room. The deacon followed behind and brought the fruit in. The red-haired girl and I looked at each other after the crisp sound of the door lock being locked...

"Yo, what a coincidence, we meet again?"

"Humph!"

"..."

His temper is quite grumpy.

My jailer didn’t want to say a word to me, so I could only turn my head and stare blankly at the fruit on the small square table—not because I wanted to eat it, but because if I didn’t find something to stare at, I was afraid that I would be so bored that I would die of sleep In the past, it was too embarrassing for the kidnappers, so it's better to act like it.

After sitting for a while, a girl came from the room with some

In a very delicate voice: "Hey...you..."

Lucy opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted, the door was opened from the outside, and Steinbeck poked his head in: "Miss Fujimaru, I'll bring you some grapes!"

He glanced at Lucy half as a reminder and half as a warning, put down the grapes and leaned on the chest of drawers, grinning and looking for words: "You don't seem to be afraid at all?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

I looked away from the fruit plate and explained a fact to him: "The money consumed to re-cultivate a Chaldean master can hardly be quantified. Although you may be rich, it is not enough to support this bottomless pit." The most important thing is that it is foreseeable that there will be no profit, so no businessman with sane mind will make such a stupid decision.”

"Well, the savior is really extraordinary." He shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly showed a malicious smile: "Is there a god in this world? Please tell me!"

I was silent.

Steinbeck's expression already told me what he wanted to say, and I didn't need to waste my words with him.

"Ah... what you're trying to say is—'God won't love me,' don't you?"

See, it's best for me to do nothing, and the other person will keep blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"You'd better take a rest, there will be a long journey in the near future, don't be exhausted..."

The boy babbled for about ten minutes, explaining clearly the tasks he was going to perform next, and by the way, also clearly explained the arrangement of the "combination" for me, probably because there was really nothing more to say, so he left angrily. and go.

——q is really unlucky, I thought I would turn around and beat him up, but after listening to Steinbeck's description and knowing what he had suffered during this period, I couldn't help but sigh, children really can't be bears, bears Come and bear will one day be sanctioned.