Steinbeck: 2567, I'm missing a main ingredient for that dish, I want to go to Lowe Street, and besides, there's a food festival going on on Lowe Street, do you want to come?

2567 : Where?

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

2567: Wait for me.

Steinbeck: Okay.

……

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

This is something that Qin Ran occasionally hummed.

Mimosa wrote it down.

The pace is not fast, it is soothing.

It can make people relax unconsciously.

Perfect for this time.

"Alas, it failed again."

"Sure enough, it's not so easy to change the recipe at will......"

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

"If only I could enter that dungeon world in the name of food."

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

Mimosa hummed a minor tune she heard from Qin Ran, trying to relax, but she still couldn't help but think of the recent research and development of the dish.

Failed three times in a row.

This has never been done before for mimosas.

If in other aspects, mimosa failure is not a fuss, but in terms of cooking, it is very rare.

Not only talent, but also self-confidence.

It's more at your fingertips.

Mimosa's control over food is like an innate insight into everything, not just a natural skill, but a deeper level.

He had it all when he was born.

It's like the riches of a country.

Mimosas have long been used to it.

Until, he met 2567.

At first, he didn't care about this talent, but he turned into gratitude, because he never realized that this talent was so important to him.

He wants to help 2567.

It's like 2567 helped him several times.

Every time he stood beside 2567, he felt safe, comfortable, not nervous, and timid...... That's great.

He was reluctant to let go.

He wanted to stay with 2567 all the time.

But here, in this city that doesn't know whether it's true or not, there are too many crises.

2567 is strong.

Mimosa knows this.

But Mimosa knows better that 2567 is involved in too much trouble, and the slightest mistake will be doomed.

Especially for those opponents who are bound to face in trouble, mimosa is also very clear.

The thought that 2567 would disappear here one day.

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

As if the fear that was about to consume his whole being, Mimosa was felt for the first time.

Mimosas are timid.

He himself knows this.

Therefore, in the presence of strangers, he got used to disguise.

is not only because of embarrassment, but also because of his identity - he has what ordinary people don't have, and naturally needs to bear what ordinary people can't bear.

However, such fear, mimosa can discern the difference.

He can accept other fears.

But, this ...... No way!

So, after the initial panic, Mimosa made his own plan, he knew his shortcomings, it was impossible to help anything in the battle, but he also knew his strengths, he would use what he was good at, help 2567!

In the face of those troubles, 2567 is not strong enough.

Then make 2567 stronger!

It's like that woman!

She can do it.

He can do that for 2567 too.

Knock, knock.

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

Unlike the previous apprehension in the face of strangers, the mimosa at this time is extremely calm, and even the breath has become different.

It's not strength, it's a change in mentality.

And......

Emboldened!

Mimosa knows how to use it to her advantage.

The only thing that is the same is that the minor key has not changed.

Squeak!

The door opened.

The player who opens the door has a pupil in both eyes when they see the mimosa.

The other party clearly felt the breath.

It's as if standing in front of him is not an ordinary player, but a king who patrols his hunting grounds, not only standing high, but also capable of killing and killing.

Not strength!

But it's a bit like strength!

It's weird, but it makes the other person feel pressured!

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

Illusion!

It's all an illusion!

The other party told himself like this, and then, quickly got straight to the point.

"What you want, we're ready"

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

There are layers of sealing secret techniques on the cloth bag, but even so, there is still a trace of power leaking out, not evil and chaotic, nor light and vast, but a sense of tenacity, a sense of tenacity that is full of life.

It didn't need to be opened, and Mimosa knew this was what he was looking for.

Taking the thing, Mimosa put it in her fanny pack.

"You promised us?"

"The right to trade in Port E is yours."

After Mimosa finished speaking, she turned around and left.

"Thank you for your generosity."

The player bows down.

I wasn't embarrassed at all because I was a high-level veteran.

You must know that it is a prosperous trading port in reality, and the annual income there is simply unimaginable, and with it, he can not only leave a rich asset for his family, but also be able to replenish his points with real currency, you must know that with the increasing difficulty of the dungeon, it is simply too difficult for a person of his level to get benefits.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen this deal.

You know, that's ......

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

The player thinks he doesn't know what to do, but for some, it's just like seeing it with their own eyes.

Bang!

Wu slapped the table hard, and the crystal balls on the table jumped up.

"Fox!"

"Damn fox!"

Wu roared.

But after a few moments, she sat limply on the couch.

What kind of opponent is the toughest?

If Wu didn't know before, then when she touched the mimosa, she knew the answer.

Mimosas are the toughest ones.

This bastard who stays next to the crow with a dead face is really her enemy in this life!

The other party has no malicious intent!

Even, constantly helping the crows.

There is no doubt about that.

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

Even if that bastard showed a little sign of disadvantage to the crow, she was sure that the other party would die without a place to be buried, but she already vaguely knew what the other party wanted to do, but she had no room to start at all.

A sense of powerlessness filled his heart, making Wu slap the table again.

Bang!

The crystal ball jumped up again, and this time even higher, far beyond the constraints of the shelf, catching it with the palm of one hand as it fell to the carpet.

"Don't mess with my little hall."

The tavern lady said, placing the crystal ball in its place.

"Is there any way I can kill her without turning the raven off against me?"

Wu turned his head and looked straight at his friend.

"What do you say?"

The tavern lady rolled her eyes and continued angrily: "With 2567's character, if you really attack her, you will not die. ”

"Believe me, 2567 is a lot like a lawless personality."

"Someone moves their friends, and lawlessness will blow up."

"It's the same with 2567!"

"Even, even more terrifying!"

"At least, I'm still sure to beat him in the face of lawlessness, but 2567?"

"Guess how powerful a 2567 is when you turn all your hole cards over?"

"I'm afraid ......"

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

As she spoke, the tavern lady suddenly felt a little irritable.

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

When I first met, Qin Ran was a rookie, and she was already close to V.

And then......

Qin Ran is V., she is still close to V.

Angry or not?

Hit or not?

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

"It's only been a few months!"

"He's done almost half a life for those of us who are proud enough, he's got absolutely no training in reality, and what about us? All of them have been through a lot of battles and have a lot of experience, so I always feel like I've met my own son in a huge city. ”

"Do you know what 2567 looks like when he enters the V. tier? It's like constipation, and then, it's all hidden, what do you think they're doing? ”

"And the 'broker' bastard!"

"That bastard probably expected all of this a long time ago, so he chose to hide early."

The tavern's lady kept complaining to her friend.

Then?

Wu smiled softly.

It's a very proud kind of laugh.

The witch-like 'wisher' stroked the crystal ball and said in a natural tone, "It's natural, he's a crow!" ”

"You ......"

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

"Don't have any bad thoughts about mimosas."

"Once you have it, it's not just a huge city that doesn't have a place for you, it's the same in reality!"

The appearance of her friend made the tavern proprietress more and more irritable, and after throwing the [Cooking] skill book directly to her friend, she walked towards the front hall.

A moment later, the rant of the tavern proprietress could be heard in the front hall.

"Bastard, you're stealing again!"

"No, no!"

"I just tasted it, it's expired!"

Syllable!

The lawless argument ended with the bottle slamming on the head.

The soundproof door was also completely closed.

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

"You think I'm going to throw in the towel?"

"Hmph, naïve!"

……

Mimosa, who successfully got the main material, stood happily at the corner of the middle section, quietly waiting for Qin Ran.

The constant flow of people in front of us is a great challenge for the former mimosa.

And now?

It's anticipation.

He looked forward to joining Qin Ran together.

"Huh?"

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

Is it the aborigines?

It is no secret that J. Perelman rebuilt the Freedom Alliance, and the hunt for the Freedom Alliance by someone a while ago has long been in full swing, and it is impossible to hide it if you want to.

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

Of course, surprise.

After?

No one will pay more attention to these aborigines who have no strength, talent, and skills.

Players can't even take care of themselves, where do they have the leisure to pay attention to the unrelated aborigines.

Therefore, even at this time, after seeing an aboriginal walking in the crowd with a broom and a dustpan, it is a surprise and goes his own way.

The aborigine, on the other hand, kept his head down, carefully cleaning up all the garbage he could see.

It's his job.

It was also won by that Master J. Perelman.

They were the first ones.

If successful, more people will have access to the opportunity to work on Low Street.

Therefore, this aboriginal is cautious.

When the dustpan was full, the aboriginal avoided the crowd and came to the garbage can, and instead of emptying the garbage into the dustpan, he looked through the garbage can.

Metal bottles, jars, and some leftover food were in his pocket.

This was obtained with the permission of Los Angeles Street.

Metal objects could be sent to the blacksmith's shop in exchange for some necessities and food, which was his main source of income compared to his meager salary.

And the leftover food?

It's his three meals.

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

As for him?

Nothing.

He's tried to pick as clean as he can.

Even if it's dirty.

Just blow it.

The aboriginal took a dusty meatball in his hand, blew it gently, and put it in his mouth.

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

Heartfelt satisfaction.

However, when he saw a player approaching, the aboriginal immediately carefully moved his steps, trying not to block the other party's path.

They are different from them.

That's what they knew from the beginning.

Even if they meet such good people as J. Perelman.

But not all the good people in the world are good.

The aborigines, who are well aware of this truth, maintain due humility and prudence.

But to his surprise, the player walked straight towards him.

"My lord, is there anything wrong with you?"

The aboriginal asked respectfully.

"Can you help me throw these things away?"

The player handed over the bag in his hand.

"Okay."

The natives nodded their heads and reached out to grab the sides of the bag, avoiding the palms of the players in front of them.

And when the player let go of his hand, the aboriginal felt the weight of the bag.

In the same way, the aborigines saw the contents of the bag.

Food, packed into a box, but all unpacked, steaming food.

The aboriginal was stunned for a moment, then looked up to ask if the player had made a mistake.

But by the time the aboriginal looked up, the player had long since disappeared.

The aborigines holding the bag of food lowered their heads again, hoping to find some clues from the bag, but it was food except food.

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

"Hot, food."

The aborigines choked under their breath.

Then, he carefully picked up the food.

The hot food was delicious.

He wanted to taste it too.

But his wife and children should be happy because of the food, right?

Carrying the food, the aboriginal bowed slightly in front of the empty man and said, "Thank you." ”

……

The mimosa, which had turned a corner, let out a sigh.

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

"May you persevere!"

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

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

In reality it is.

This is especially true of huge cities.

A bag of food doesn't bother people.

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

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

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

But that was after that.

Right now?

When that deep black figure appeared, nothing else was in Mimosa's eyes.

“2567！”

Mimosa raised her arms and waved, shouting in a leap of joy and a whisper.