Looking at Van Sol, Arthur felt that Van Sol in a waiter's suit was even more gloomy than when she wore a black robe, and she spoke: "Van Sol, as a clerk like you, will you really not be complained by customers?"

"Who cares about him" Van Sol pouted unhappily: "I don't want to do this myself, someone complains about it, I just don't do it"

Pulling the waiter suit he was wearing, Van Sol was very hot, he couldn't figure it out, he would be persuaded by the little girl called Ling Ling to accept the job, and he must have been brain-dead at that time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Looks like you're pretty angry," Arthur shrugged and laughed.

"You care about me," he snorted, and Van Sol stepped to the other side.

Looking at Van Sol who walked away, Arthur felt that the information on his system was wrong, the age was 100,000 years old, it stands to reason that a 100,000-year-old person would have such a fiery temper like a teenager, was the system wrong.

"Commander, you're here" Just as Arthur wondered if Van Sol's age was wrong, Misil's voice rang in Arthur's ears.

Recovering from his thoughts, Arthur saw that Misel was standing on his left side, about ten centimeters away from him, almost glued together.

"This is really elusive" Arthur was not surprised that Misil suddenly appeared beside him, after all, he was used to it, Frans was like this, and so was the piano music, Arthur had long been used to someone suddenly appearing in front of him.

Taking a step to the right, a slight distance from Musel, Arthur looked Mice up and down.

Misil was wearing a black and white maid suit, with white and blonde hair scattered behind her back, which contrasted with the black and white maid suit, coupled with the right circle of white lace and a warm and sunny smile on the maid suit, the current Misil is less heroic, right a little cute.

"It's beautiful, Misil," admired Misil, and Arthur couldn't help but smile when he met something cute and beautiful, and complimented.

"Really, beautiful?" was praised by Arthur, and Misil was a little puzzled, as if he didn't understand his current charm.

"Absolutely," Arthur said confidently, "you are so lovely and beautiful now, Misil"

When Arthur said this, Misil smiled slightly and bowed slightly: "Then thank you Commander for your compliment, so Commander, are you here to taste the snacks?"

"Of course, I heard from Ling Ling that you have a dessert shop, so come and see" Arthur and Frans found a seat and sat down as they said to Misil.

"Well, why don't there be any guests here?" asked Arthur, looking around.

"I guess it's because of the sinister temperament of that Fansol guy, don't you say, Misil," Frans said suddenly as Misel was about to answer.

"It's exactly what Frans said" Misil looked at Van Sol who was hanging on the side: "There are guests coming every day, but every time I see Van Sol as soon as I enter the door, I am driven away by Van Sol's temperament"

"That's really bad" Arthur picked up the dessert list on the table and looked at it: "I don't think Vansol should be a waiter, I think a pastry chef or handyman is suitable for him, I want a glass of orange juice and a chocolate cake"

"Employer, it's bad enough to have a demigod as a waiter, and then let him be a pastry chef or a handyman, I think Vansol will really go berserk, I want a strawberry cake and a glass of orange juice," Frans said, who also picked up the snack list.

"Indeed, Frans is right" Mice also agreed with Frans's words: "Let Van Sol be a demigod as a waiter, this is already his limit, if it weren't for Spirit Zero, Van Sol wouldn't even be a waiter"

"Lingling, you said Lingling is the reason why he is a waiter" Arthur blinked and said.

"Yes, Ling Zero said a lot of things to Van Sol that I couldn't understand, and then Van Sol, who originally didn't agree to be a waiter, agreed to be a waiter" Until now, Misil was very curious about what Ling Ling said, and she understood every word that Ling Ling said, but when it was connected, Misil found that she couldn't understand the angel.

"This is normal, sage, if you don't want people to understand what she says, then that person will definitely not understand" Arthur sighed, remembering the few business terms that Ling Ling said when he was in the town before, he couldn't understand it himself, thinking of this, he felt a sense of sympathy for Misil Arthur.

"Okay, I don't want to do that" Arthur held his chin in his hand and said to Missil, who seemed to be lost in thought because of his words, "By the way, why didn't you see Spirit Zero?"

Until now, Arthur hasn't seen Ling Ling until now.

Misil, who was thinking about what kind of existence the sage Arthur said, was reminded by Arthur, and found that he was stunned just now, and hurriedly said: "I'm really sorry, Commander, Lingling is not in the store now, saying that she has something to do, Commander, I will also go and prepare snacks"

With that, Smir walked away and went to prepare his refreshments.

"Frans, what do you think of Spirit Zero" Arthur suddenly asked as he watched Misil leave.

Frans held the cutlery in his hand and said, "Very smart, so clever that even I can't believe it"

"That's really terrifying, I regret summoning it a little" even Frans found it unbelievable, which made Arthur realize that he still looked down on the sage of Lingzero.

"Don't worry, employer" Frans smiled slightly: "There's that system, there's me"

"Yes, I think that if the constraints of the system can't restrain Ling Zero at all, as for Frans, I think Ling Ling wants to trap me, and you will be the first to respond and even cooperate with her" Feeling the hunger that gradually grows, Arthur said.

"Employer, you really think very badly" To Arthur's words, Frans did not react angrily or anything like that, still smiling, which made people feel very kind and trusting.

After waiting for a while, Misil came back with a snack.

"It looks quite delicious" Looking at the delicate artistic snacks, Arthur felt his hunger rising and couldn't wait to eat it.

"It's really beautiful, it's so beautiful that you want to destroy it," Frans said as he felt a little sickly, sticking a fork into the center of the cake, making the cake as beautiful as a work of art imperfect.

Looking at Frans's actions and listening to her words, Misil frowned and said, "Frans, can you stop eating snacks like this?"

"Oh" Frans raised his head, looked at Misil, and shrugged his shoulders: "That's not good, we demons are like this, if you want me not to do this, let the employer order me"