This is a shop that looks less than 100 square meters in the past.

But the business is booming, basically to the point of crowding, and in the end, you have to rely on MP to stand on both sides to maintain order.

There is a hovering robot at the door to hand over bread to customers, and the money is the same as Miranda's, with a menu and payment code posted on the outside, just scan it.

In the small space of the shop, several figures and various suspended robots are constantly busy.

Normal merchants hire robots are much more expensive than real people, and the price of robots is set so high, mainly to allow merchants to hire manpower to increase employment opportunities. Lott didn't plan to keep working in this shop, so he just got some robots to help him and just get his hands on it.

When Eric saw it, he walked to the back of the line and slowly marched along with the people.

Although he can use the identity of a brave man to say to MP and directly cut into the queue, but obeying the rank and order is also the basic etiquette of a hero, and he can't use such a trivial matter to tarnish this noble profession, which will be looked down upon by his predecessors.

As the team moved forward slowly, Eric listened to the voices of the conversation next to him:

"Why are you queuing up again? Didn't you buy it just now? ”

"I just tried to buy a few, but I didn't expect it to be so delicious, and I didn't let the MP if I cut the line, so I could only line up."

"Is this really so delicious?"

"You don't know? So what do you platoon? ”

"I see you're all in the line, so I'll follow along."

"I ate this bread in the morning, and I don't know how to describe the taste, but when you taste it, you can't help but want to bite down, and you eat it all in a few clicks."

"It's really fake."

"Of course! It tastes so good that I'm going to buy some for my family to try now. ”

Listening to all the sounds around him, Eric couldn't help but sigh: his predecessors are worthy of being all-round heroes, whether they are holding a sword or holding a rolling pin, they can convince people to throw themselves to the ground.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was Eric's turn, and just as he was looking at the menu and was about to say something, the warlock next to him whispered, "Lord Lott has been waiting inside for a long time." ”

When Eric heard this, he strode in.

The furnishings in the house are a little messy

There is a large table in the innermost part, a middle-aged man sits there and noodles, and two middle-aged women next to him take the reconciled bread back and forth to the table and put various ingredients, and then put it on the baking tray one by one, stuffed it into the layers of ovens, and the robot takes the baked plate to sell outside.

It seems that the division of labor is clear and orderly.

There was also a room inside, but the door was closed, and it looked like a warehouse.

Eric: "........"

"Here we go." Lott rolled out the flour without looking back, "Come and sit down, boy." ”

Eric sat quietly in the chair across from him, and was about to speak, when Lott tore off his mask and smiled, "I don't want people to disturb my life here." ”

"Oh~~" Eric suddenly said.

"Come and try your sisters-in-law's craft."

The robot next to him floated up with a plate of rosin-flavored and delicious bread.

Eric looked up at the desk, where two middle-aged women with kind eyes looked at him and smiled softly—Maria and Tina were also wearing camouflage masks, and Lott didn't want people to see them.

Eric smiled and nodded to the women, then picked up the bread and took a bite.

That feeling, how to describe it, is very smooth, as soon as you bite down, you will want to eat the next bite, and after a few clicks, you will eat it all, and then you will automatically want to pick up the second one and stuff it into your mouth.

When Eric unknowingly eats 5 loaves of bread, he realizes that he is a little rude, so he hurriedly swallows the contents of his mouth, and stops the outstretched hand - and the last one is not killed, which is a bit of a pity.

"Eat the last one, your sisters-in-law don't like waste." Lott gestured.

"Eh!" After hearing this, Eric hurriedly took the last one and stuffed it in his mouth, and after eating, he felt comfortable.

Does Lott make bread?

He will only meet face-to-face, or Maria taught him, that's all.

After waiting for a while, Lott smiled and said, "It's not just about eating bread this time. ”

"Well, according to the internal saying of the association, the juniors have to ask the seniors for experience, so come and ask for advice."

"Experience.......

Life lessons? To be honest, Lotter's actual age is 26 years old, and although his master's degree focuses on cultivating senior applied talents from all walks of life, there is no such thing as a brave.

The true memory of the brave Lotter was not inherited.

"Eric, how old are you?" Lott tried to ask, the age of human beings in this world can not be seen from the outside, Lori like Teresa is a 130-year-old monster, and Fiona's husky-like personality is actually more than 50.

"18 years old." Eric said.

“....... Very good. ”

Very good! Brother, I have a lot of life philosophies to teach you!

"The first point I teach you is that although sometimes force cannot solve the problem, it is effective most of the time, because the number of mentally retarded people in this world is far greater than that of ordinary people, and force is the only language they can understand."

"Oh oh~"

Lott began to blow indiscriminately, and the little brave man nodded with bright eyes beside him.

The two bread-making ladies behind him chuckled and shook their heads.

Half an hour later, Eric said that he had benefited a lot, and then about the force, he said that he still wanted to ask for advice, so he wanted Lott to go to the field with him.

"Okay, you go first, I'll take care of it here, and I'll go to your place in half an hour." Lott said with a smile.

"Oh, good senpai."

Eric walked out with light steps.

Lott approached Maria, and after tearing off their masks, they asked, "How is it?" ”

Lott glanced outside, then looked at them and said, "There's still half an hour." ”

The three of them did not speak, and looked at each other tacitly.

Hurriedly turned around and ran to the back room, locked the door, and ordered the goblins to turn off the camera here, and whoever dared to peek at it would throw it into the oil pan and fry it.

After a while, there was a burst of cheerful groans from the room.

........

By the time Lott arrived refreshed on the remote prairie of District II, it was already two hours later.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Lott said lazily as he scratched his torn hair.

"Senior, it's not the brave to be late." Eric said with a bruise on his forehead, and his legs were numb as he waited in place.

"I'm not a brave man, I'm just a bread maker." Lott took a stick in his hand and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Pick me up first!" The little brave raised the blunt sword in his hand, and jumped directly over with a swift step.

Lott smiled, although he didn't know how to fight, but the martial arts left by the brave man on his body were basically integrated into his instinct.

With just a raise of his hand, three incantations were thrown: seal, defense, and explosion.

"You're dead." Lott said with a wooden stick against the neck of the little brave man lying on the ground.

"Come again!"

The unconvinced little brave pushed away the wooden stick, got up and jumped back, just about to cast the sealing spell.

But in the next second, his head was covered with a layer of fog, and the whole person began to get dizzy and couldn't figure out the direction.

"This chaos technique is used to deal with enemies who can seal." After Lott finished speaking, he added a seal to him, and then reduced the defense and exploded again.

"You're dead." Lott smiled with a stick against his neck.

“....... Again! ”

Round 3.

The other party wanted to cast a chaotic spell, but Lott raised his hand and threw it over with an explosive technique, and when he was still floating in the air, he was sealed again.

At last

Lott pressed against his neck and said:

"You're dead."