Chapter 1622 Everything Is Natural

Steinbeck: 2567, my dish is still missing an ingredient. I want to go to Luo Street. Also, Luo Street is holding a food festival. Do you want to come?

2567: Where?

Steinbeck: I'm on the corner of the middle of Low Street.

2567: Wait for me.

Steinbeck: Okay.

…

In the middle of Luo Street, Mimosa walked forward slowly, looking at the affirmative answer without any hesitation in the private message column, and couldn't help humming a tune happily.

This was something Kieran had hummed occasionally.

Mimosa wrote it down.

The pace is not fast and very relaxing.

It can make people relax unconsciously.

Very suitable for this time.

"Alas, failed again."

"Sure enough, it's not that easy to change recipes at will..."

"But if we don't change it, if the substrate is too poor, it will be of little help to 2567."

"It would be great if I could enter that dungeon world where food is the name of the world."

"It's a pity that I'm too timid."

Mimosa hummed a tune she heard from Kieran and tried hard to relax, but she still couldn't help but think of the recent development of the dish.

Failed three times in a row.

This has never been done before for mimosas.

If we talk about other aspects, it is not a big surprise that the mimosa failed, but in terms of cooking skills, it is very rare.

Not only talent, but also confidence.

More is at your fingertips.

Mimosa's control over food is like being born with insight into everything. It's not just a talent [dexterity], but a deeper level.

He had it all when he was born.

Just like the wealth of that incomparably rich country.

Mimosa has long been used to it.

Until, he met 2567.

The initial indifference to this talent turned into gratitude, because he had never realized that this talent was so important to him.

He wants to help 2567.

Just like 2567 helped him several times.

Every time he stood next to 2567, he felt safe, comfortable, not nervous, not timid... it was great.

He couldn't bear to let go.

He hopes to stay by 2567's side.

However, here, in this city that does not know what is true or false, there are too many crises.

2567 is very strong.

Mimosa knows this.

But what Mimosa knows better is that 2567 has been involved in too many troubles, and if he is not careful, he will be doomed.

Especially those opponents who must be faced in trouble, Mimosa is also very clear about it.

The thought that 2567 will disappear here one day.

Fear that Mimosa had never felt rose from the bottom of her heart.

Mimosa felt the fear that seemed to swallow him whole for the first time.

Mimosa is timid.

He knew this himself.

Therefore, he is used to pretending in front of strangers.

Not only because of embarrassment, but also because of his status - he has things that ordinary people don't have, and naturally he has to endure things that ordinary people can't bear.

However, Mimosa can tell the difference in such fear.

He can accept other fears.

But, this...can't do it!

Therefore, after the initial panic, Mimosa made his own plan. He knew his shortcomings and could not be of any help in the battle, but he also knew his strengths. He would use what he was good at to help. 2567!

Faced with those troubles, 2567 is not strong enough.

Then let 2567 become stronger!

Just like that woman!

She can do it.

He can also help 2567 do it.

Boom, boom, boom.

The minor tune continued, and Mimosa raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Different from the anxiety when facing strangers in the past, Mimosa was extremely calm at this time, and even her breath became different.

It's not about strength, it's about changes in mentality.

as well as……

Confidence!

Mimosa knows how to use its strengths.

The only thing that's the same is that the minor tune hasn't changed.

Squeak!

The door opened.

When the player who opened the door saw the mimosa, his pupils shrank.

The other party clearly felt the aura.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not an ordinary player, but a king patrolling his hunting grounds. Not only was he aloof, but he was also able to kill and seize.

Not strength!

But it also looks like strength!

It’s strange, but it puts pressure on the other person!

The strange feeling of shock made the player quickly shake his head.

illusion!

It's all an illusion!

The other party told him this, and then quickly got to the point.

"We are ready for what you want"

As he said that, the other party handed over a cloth bag.

There are layers of sealing secrets on the bag, but even so, there is still a trace of power leaking out. It is not evil and chaotic, nor bright and vast, but a sense of tenacity, a tenacity full of life. feel.

Without opening it, Mimosa knew it was what he was looking for.

After taking the thing, Mimosa put it into her waist bag.

"You promised us?"

"The trading rights of Port E are yours."

After Mimosa finished speaking, she turned around and left.

"Thank you for your generosity."

The player bows and salutes.

I am not embarrassed at all because I am a high-level veteran.

You must know that it is a prosperous trading port in reality. The annual income there is simply unimaginable. Owning it will not only leave a rich asset for the family, but also supplement his points with real currency. You must know that as the difficulty of the dungeon increases, it is simply too difficult for people of his level to obtain benefits.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen this transaction.

You know that is...

The player, who thought of something, finally shook his head, turned around and disappeared into the room.

This player thinks that he is unaware of the ghost, but for some people, such actions are no different from seeing them with their own eyes.

boom!

Wu slapped the table so hard that the crystal ball on the table jumped up.

"fox!"

"Damn fox!"

Wu roared.

But a moment later, she sat helplessly on the sofa.

What kind of opponent is the most difficult to deal with?

If Wu didn't know it before, then she knew the answer when she encountered Mimosa.

Mimosa is the toughest.

This bastard who stays shamelessly next to Crow is really her enemy in this life!

The other party doesn’t have any ill intentions!

Even, constantly helping the crow.

There is no doubt about this.

But it was precisely because of this that she couldn't do it.

Even if that bastard shows any signs of harming the crow, she is sure that he will die without a burial place, but she already has a vague idea of ​​what the other party wants to do, but she has no room to make a move.

A feeling of powerlessness filled his heart, causing Wu to slap the table again.

boom!

The crystal ball jumped up again, and this time it jumped higher, far away from the restraints of the shelf. Just when the crystal ball fell to the carpet, a palm caught it.

"Don't mess with my little hall."

The tavern proprietress said as she put the crystal ball in its place.

"Is there any way to kill her without making the crows resent me?"

Wu turned his head and looked directly at his friend.

"What do you think?"

The tavern proprietress rolled her eyes and continued angrily: "With 2567's character, if you really attack her, you will fight to the death."

"Believe me, 2567 is very similar to a lawless character."

"If someone touches his friend, lawlessness will explode."

"Same for 2567!"

"Even more terrifying!"

"At least, when facing Lawless, I am still sure to beat him, but 2567?"

"Guess how powerful 2567 is when he turns over all his cards?"

"I am afraid……"

"He doesn't even know, does he?"

As she said that, the tavern proprietress suddenly felt a little irritable.

As the first player to come into contact with Kieran, the tavern proprietress can almost be said to be the one who watched Kieran grow up.

When they first met, Kieran was a rookie and she was already close to V.

Then……

Qinran was at level V, but she was still close to level V.

Are you angry?

To strike or not to strike?

In fact, the tavern proprietress believed that if it weren't for Kieran's stimulation, she would still be close to level V.

"Only a few short months!"

"He has walked the path of those of us who are proud enough for almost half of our lives. He has absolutely no training in reality. But what about us? We are all experienced in hundreds of battles and have rich experience. Therefore, I always feel that I have met someone The true son of the great city.”

"Do you know what those guys looked like when 2567 entered Stage V? They all looked like they were constipated, and then they all disappeared. What do you think they did?"

"And that bastard 'broker'!"

"That bastard may have anticipated all this, so he chose to hide early."

The tavern proprietress kept complaining to her friends.

then?

Wu smiled softly.

A very proud smile.

This witch-like 'wisher' stroked the crystal ball and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "This is natural, he is a crow!"

"you……"

"Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"

"Don't have any evil thoughts about mimosa."

"Once you have it, not only will there be no place for you in the huge city, but also in reality!"

The look of her friend made the tavern proprietress even more irritated. She threw the [Cooking Skills] skill book to her friend and walked towards the front hall.

A moment later, the roar of the tavern proprietress came from the front hall.

"Asshole, you drank secretly again!"

"no no!"

"I just want to see if it's expired!"

Snapped!

The lawless argument ended with a bottle being smashed on the head.

The soundproof door was also completely closed.

After a trace of envy flashed in Wu's eyes, she picked up the [Cooking] skill book.

"You think I'm going to admit defeat?"

"Hmph, naive!"

…

Mimosa, who successfully got the main ingredients, stood at the corner of the middle section in a happy mood, waiting for Kieran quietly.

The constant flow of people in front of us was a huge challenge for the previous Mimosa.

And now?

It is expectation.

He expected to join in it with Kieran.

"Um?"

The waiting mimosa saw a person whose face was not hidden by the system.

Are they the aborigines?

J. Perelman's reconstruction of the Free League is not a secret. Someone's hunt for the Free League was already very popular a while ago, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

Still, it was a surprise when J. Perelman accepted the indentured natives.

Of course, that means surprise.

After?

No one will pay more attention to these indigenous people who have no strength, talent, or skills.

The players can't even take care of themselves, so they have no time to pay attention to the unrelated aborigines.

Therefore, even at this time, after seeing an aborigine walking among the crowd with a broom and dustpan, he was just surprised and went about his own business.

The aborigine lowered his head and carefully cleaned up all the garbage he could see.

This is his job.

It was also the Lord J. Perelman who fought hard for it.

They are the first batch.

If successful, more people could get the chance to work on Low Street.

Therefore, the native was cautious.

When the dustpan was full, the aboriginal avoided the crowd and came to the trash can. Instead of pouring the garbage in the dustpan, he carefully looked through the trash can.

Metal bottles, cans, and some leftover food were put into his pocket.

This was done with permission from Low Street.

Metal objects can be sent to the blacksmith shop in exchange for some daily necessities and food. Compared with the meager salary, this is his main source of income.

And leftover food?

It is his three meals.

He needs his wife and children to eat more clean, whole foods.

As for him?

it's nothing.

He had tried his best to pick the clean ones.

Even if it's dirty.

Just blow on it.

The aborigine took a meatball with some dust in his hand, blew it gently, and then put it in his mouth.

Although it was cold, the elasticity of the meatballs did not decrease at all, and the thickness of the meat made the aborigine smile.

Satisfaction from the bottom of my heart.

However, when he saw a player approaching, the aboriginal immediately moved away carefully, trying not to block the opponent's path.

They are different from them.

They knew this from the very beginning.

Even if they meet a good person like J. Perelman.

But there are not all good people in the world.

The aborigines who know this truth well remain humble and cautious as they should be.

But what he didn't expect was that the player walked straight towards him.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

the aborigine asked respectfully.

"Did you throw these things away for me?"

The player handed over the bag in his hand.

"OK."

The aborigine nodded repeatedly and reached out to hold both sides of the bag, avoiding the palms of the player in front of him.

When the player let go, the natives felt the weight of the bag.

Likewise, the natives saw the contents of the bag.

The food is put into the packaging box, but all is unpacked, and the food is steaming.

After the aboriginal was stunned, he immediately raised his head and wanted to ask the player if he had made a mistake.

But when the native looked up, the player had already disappeared.

The aborigine holding a bag of food lowered his head again, hoping to find some clues from the bag, but besides food, it was just food.

Feeling the temperature of the food, the aboriginal eyes turned red unconsciously.

"Hot, food."

The natives choked with sobs.

Then, he carefully picked up the food.

The hot food is delicious.

He wanted to taste it too.

But, his wife and children should also be happy with these foods, right?

Carrying the food, the aborigine bowed slightly in front of the empty crowd and said, "Thank you."

…

Mimosa turned a corner and let out a sigh of relief.

Not only nervous, but also because of the rapid running.

"May you persevere!"

Mimosa silently blessed the aborigine from the bottom of her heart.

Although he can help the other party more, he is not an idiot and understands that too much help is not a good thing.

In reality this is the case.

This is especially true for huge cities.

A bag of food won't bother anyone.

Changing to something else that can be linked to a large number of points will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

That's not helping people, it's harming them.

Moreover, if he wants to help, he has more ways.

But that's for later.

Now?

When that deep black figure appeared, everything else disappeared from Mimosa's eyes.

"2567!"

Mimosa raised its arms and waved, shouting happily and softly.

PS Sorry, Fei Long accidentally took a nap too much, so this chapter is late!