Chapter 149 Getting Along Well

When I woke up in the morning, the maid had prepared everything, including today's breakfast.

The breakfast was not prepared by the hotel chef, but was cooked by the maid herself. There was a prepared kitchen in the room, and even the ingredients were fresh.

"Mr. Jin called and said the car is ready and we can leave at any time."

Boss Luo was drinking fresh milk and reading the newspaper. He nodded when he heard this, folded the newspaper and put it down, smiled and said: "I wonder if Dazhe and Nero are getting along happily during this period. "

The maid said: "They are both very characterful guys. I think they should be able to get along well with each other."

"That's good."

After a simple breakfast, the short rest in this grand hotel officially ended. Boss Luo met Jin Zhongyuan in the lobby of the hotel, and then took a special car to St. Andrews as arranged by him.

Before leaving, the maid quietly put a letter into the suggestion box in the hotel lobby, and finally returned to her master.

"What's there?" Boss Luo couldn't help but asked curiously.

The maid smiled slightly and said, "A little opinion."

Boss Luo blinked, but did not ask further. He just rolled down the car window, then stretched out the camera lens from the car window and took a picture of the front of the hotel.

"Let's drive."

Luo Qiu said to Jin Zhongyuan.

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Alec Hotel attaches great importance to customer opinions...usually there will be a dedicated doorman responsible for collecting and checking the letters in the opinion box, so that the hotel management can know the areas that need improvement within the hotel at the first time.

This kind of service attitude is also the relationship that has always been favored by it.

At this time, when several letters of opinion taken out of the opinion box were delivered to the review room, an old employee wearing reading glasses who had been working in the review room for forty years suddenly stood up.

I saw this old man rushing out of the review room at a speed of 100 meters, then taking the elevator all the way, bumping into two dining cars, and finally arrived in front of the hotel general manager's office, hurriedly Just push the door open and enter.

At this time, the general manager of Alec Hotel was chatting with Lawyer Siegel. When he saw someone rashly barging in, he naturally had a displeased look on his face.

But Lawyer Zieg was quite familiar with this old employee in the review room, and he greeted him casually, "Old John, old man, what's going on?"

"Oh! Lawyer Ziege, you are here too!" Old John was panting at this time. "I didn't expect you to be here too. It's so perfect. I think there is a letter here. You two must take a look."

Old John placed the letter on the manager's desk.

The two of them looked at it at the same time...it was just an ordinary white envelope.

But when the envelope was turned over and the paint patterns on the seams were seen, the two men who could influence the fate of the hotel slowed down their breathing at the same time.

The general manager looked at Lawyer Ziege, and Lawyer Ziege calmly took out the knife, opened the envelope, and read it carefully.

For a while, Lawyer Sieg was not seen speaking, and he even frowned slightly. The general manager couldn't help but ask: "Old Sieg, what is written in this letter?"

Lawyer Zieg raised his head, glanced at his partner who had been working with him for many years, and said with some confusion: "I didn't say anything special, I just asked to put back the small stage that was demolished in the restaurant... and I also gave him a compliment by the way. I checked Mr. Berg and said that his cooking skills were pretty good, and finally asked him to change some of his bad habits in the kitchen."

"Oh?" The general manager was startled, then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, and said subconsciously: "As long as it's not a big deal... wait a minute!"

The general manager suddenly stood up again, "So, the boss has been here before? When did it happen?"

Lawyer Zieg smiled bitterly and said: "How do I know? After all, even I have never seen it..."

Yes, no one has ever known the identity of the owner behind the Alec Hotel. Even Mr. Zieg, as an attorney, only communicates with this mysterious owner through letters.

Lawyer Zieg has been working as an attorney for fifty years... At that time, he was just a fledgling dark-skinned lawyer who was not hired or even ostracized.

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In the small town of St. Andrews, there is a quiet manor outside the town.

About twenty days ago, this manor was overgrown with weeds and uninhabited... But I don't know since when, everything from the surroundings to the interior of the manor has become clean and tidy.

The lawn in the manor courtyard was even neatly maintained... In the morning, the sunlight was scattered, and you could even see the rainbow refracted by the sunlight. Depending on the situation, it had just been watered.

In the kitchen of the manor, a young man who always wore a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face had his eyes closed... He also grabbed a sharp kitchen knife in his hand.

Then a square piece of Noh tofu was thrown up. The young man raised his knife and saw that the neatly cut tofu pieces fell down like scattered petals. They were automatically arranged neatly without even placing them on the plate.

Just like the unrealistic knife skills in the little master.

Um!

At this time, the young man looked solemnly and carefully picked up the tofu cubes on the chopping board, and then put them into the boiling pot on the table behind.

In front of the table, a girl with short white hair was holding her chopsticks in her mouth, looking like she was drooling. She looked at the tofu pieces falling in, and her eyes even had little stars. It wasn't until the young man put the lid on the pot again that she seemed confused. He lay on the table like a dead eggplant, staring at the flames of the gas stove without blinking.

The great philosopher and Nero.

"Why bother?" Nero frowned at this time.

Dazhe sat upright and said calmly: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat sukiyaki yesterday?"

"Yesterday was yesterday." Nero complained: "You should have done it yesterday, not today... it was still breakfast time! Dazhe Oppa, I seriously doubt that you will be able to find a girlfriend in the future!"

After nearly a month of getting along, they must have become familiar with each other... Dazhe, who also knew this guy's character relatively well, just grabbed the chopsticks and hit the paw of a hand that was about to open the lid of the pot hard.

"I want to duel with you!" Miss Nero suddenly stepped on the table and pulled out her Yama Sword.

Dazhe glanced at Nero expressionlessly, then slowly poured fresh eggs into the bowl, "Boss and Miss Youye will be back around noon... Are you sure you want to have a fight? We'll blow this place up, probably." There is not enough time to repair it again. By the way, I would like to remind you that you have blown up this place three times... and this is Miss Youye's property."

Miss Nero hesitated again, grabbed her hair and said painfully: "Can you please don't mention this sad thing in front of me..."

She has not finished copying the books she was punished to copy. It is impossible to copy the books. It will never be possible to copy the books! Even if he is beaten to death, he won’t be copied... Anyway, he can’t be beaten to death now!

"It's almost ready to eat." Dazhe opened the lid of the pot and started eating without paying any attention to it.

Nero's whole body softened at this moment, crawling all the way up from the ground like a caterpillar, and then climbed onto Dazhe's body... The black soul messenger's magical body mutation ability has been mastered by her to perfection.

She said in a voice that could disgust Dazhe to death, "Oppa Dazhe, you won't say it, right! I know you are the best! Come on, Oppa Dazhe... I can have sex with you." It’s something~!”

"It's better to save these tricks of yours and use them on the boss." Dazhe exhaled gently and directly flicked away the Caterpillar Nero who was chanting on his body.

Nero dusted himself off and stood up, muttering: "I'm afraid I'm going to be silenced quietly by that maid lady."

Dazhe gave her a look that you just know... Nero rolled back to his seat again and moved his chopsticks, as if he had forgotten the fear or heartlessness of the boss and the maid lady about to come.

"After you finish eating, hurry up and finish the penalty copying that you didn't copy well." Dazhe put down his chopsticks and reminded: "You should save yourself at least."

Nero stuck out his tongue and made a face, "I can't be saved. I won't be able to finish the copying anyway, so I'll double it! Then I'll keep copying it all! Double it, and I won't be able to finish it all... The debt is overwhelming!"

Dazhe shook his head angrily, "I'll go to the town later to replenish the ingredients... If you don't want to copy the books, please clean the place here again. You know Miss Youye doesn't like dust. .”

Nero said pitifully: "Oppa Dazhe, I can't do this kind of cleaning, okay? I'll go shopping?"

Dazhe just thought for a moment before agreeing... He really didn't feel comfortable letting Nero clean up this guy. Before he became the Dark Soul Messenger, he seemed to spend all his time learning how to fight except eating.

A dozen days ago, he did have an inexplicable fight with Nero over some trivial matter... Without the Zhanlu Sword, he might not have been able to suppress the full fighting power of Nero.

"So! I'm going out!"

After finishing six-sevenths of the pot of sukiyaki in a hurry, Nero happily turned into a plume of black smoke and went out. Since the last time she was pressed to the ground and rubbed by Dazhe, she has been grounded. After a full ten days, it was already stuffy and moldy.

Seeing Nero's excitement, Dazhe couldn't help but shook his head slightly and smiled: "You're really energetic."

But maybe it's a good thing, Dazhe thought... He still remembered the persistence she felt towards life when she personally proposed to become the Dark Soul Messenger.

He stretched and cleared the things on the table, then got a broom and started cleaning... Life now is actually pretty good.

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Inhuman Realm, Headquarters of the Magicians Association.

The sarcophagus was placed where the tower masters usually gathered... The lid of the sarcophagus had been opened, and they could see the body of the secret steel tower master, lying quietly in the sarcophagus.

As for Chrolloa, the legendary werewolf hero, he stood silently beside the sarcophagus... The atmosphere here has always been deathly silent.

In addition to several tower owners and a few deacons from the Secret Art Tower, there were actually people listening...but they did not appear in front of everyone.

Long Xiruo and Xiaodie Yao were now standing behind the screen behind the seat representing the first tower master Hui Yao... She didn't ask for it, it was just arranged by Hui Yao.

The Thunder Tower Master was inspecting the body of the Secret Steel Tower Master... Only now did he exhale heavily. Although there was still sadness in his eyes, he still said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid... we can't use resurrection. Potion.”

When the power level reaches the level of the tower master, the death of the physical body does not mean real death... As long as the spirit can be maintained, there are several ways to resurrect the body. The key is that the spiritual fire cannot be extinguished.

The Thunder Tower Master's judgment made the deacons of the Secret Art Tower look extremely ugly... As for the Red Flame Tower Master and his wife, they frowned at the same time.

The Thunder Tower Master shook his head and said: "The spiritual fire of Secret Steel...is no longer there."

"How is it possible? Not there?" The owner of the Chiyan Tower was the most impatient. He hurriedly asked: "Thunder, what does it mean that it is not gone? Are you sure it is not there... and not extinguished?"

"It is indeed gone." The Thunder Tower Master said sternly: "Even if it is extinguished, there will be a lingering residue... But I can't find any residue on the body of Secret Steel... His spiritual fire is simply like It’s like being poached by someone.”

call!

The Red Flame Tower Master suddenly ignited a raging fire, like a furnace blown by a blower, and the heat wave became overwhelming in an instant... He even waited for a pair of eyes to look at the legendary hero, Ku loloa.

The old werewolf leader was not afraid of the tower master's gaze at this moment, "Chi Yan, are you doubting me?"

The scene gradually started to smell like gunpowder. As the first tower master, Hui Yao looked calm at this time and gently tapped the ground with his wand... He didn't even use any magic power.

Chrolloya and Chi Yan were silent at the same time. They looked at each other and snorted displeasedly, but they were temporarily quiet.

Hui Yao then slowly said: "Chloroa, please tell this matter from the beginning...be sure to tell it carefully, even including the conversation between you and Bailegang."

Chloroya nodded, not intending to hide it, and started talking about Huang Jinglong's attack on the werewolf leader... Everyone listened in silence, their faces gradually becoming more solemn.

Because...that place, them.

Behind the screen, the confused Xiaodie Yao suddenly approached Sister Long's ear and asked, "Sister Long, what is the spiritual fire they are talking about?"

"Actually, it's what we call the soul in China." Long Xiruo said casually: "Although they take different paths, these magicians can ignite the spiritual fire and reach the so-called soul out-of-body level in Taoism... Which one is more powerful? It’s hard to say at all, I can only say that each has its own merits. There are three thousand avenues, all of which lead to the same destination.”

Xiaodie Yao still looks cute and unaware. She has never been very interested in cultivation matters.

The real dragon in China is too lazy to lecture this big-breasted butterfly who has obviously been transformed with talents, but has an increasing tendency to turn a good hand into a bad one.

What she cared about at this time was what Chloroya said, and what she cared about... was whether this matter had something to do with Luo Qiu.