Maybe it's because Royal Oak, the ship's lady who opened a restaurant, has half of the Celestial Empire blood in her body, or maybe it's not her who is in charge of the kitchen...... This is unlikely, as there is a water of British food on the menu. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

The fish and chips in front of Mishan taste acceptable, crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside.

The side dish that is given as a faux dew by the waiter is not considered a dark dish.

Overall, Mishan's first meal in this hodgepodge world was quite satisfying.

…… It would have been better if it hadn't been for Wayne's active act of tasting food.

Unlike Wayne, who has such a convenient ability as Greenhill's purification technique, the way to protect Rice Shan in terms of diet is to taste the food served first.

This kind of waiter who has no other guests for the time being, and is quietly paying attention to his table, is a variety of types of tactical humanoid waiters.

It also gives Mishan a weird feeling of sharing a dish with tentacle monsters.

Until Mishan was full of food and drink, there was still no room for a sniper rifle lady who didn't order food.

It looked miserable, as if he had been abused.

Finally, the sniper rifle lady came back to her senses from the fantasy of being buried by a bunch of "big brand" energy liquid and lubricant, and asked Mishan:

"What the hell are you going to do with me?"

"I'm thinking." Mishan picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "You have to be glad that Wayne is my bodyguard, not anyone else. ”

If it were Greenhill, it is estimated that this gun girl would already be in a memory black box state.

Mirin and Yonezakura will definitely not let go of their plans to study robots in another world...

Allison ...... No one would give Jiajia the task of guarding Misugi-sama.

"Whether it's killing or chopping, at least give an accurate number." Sniper rifle lady Elle Barrett said.

"Hmm...... How to put it, for me, you who are alive are more useful than you who have become a black box of memory. "But I'm thinking about how to control you. ”

"Control me? Isn't that something that's easy to solve? Find a tactical humanoid repair station and clean my memory module. Elle Barrett said:

"I promise I won't leave any other miscellaneous memories behind."

"Your miscellaneous experience is a little bit more useful to me than your tactical experience." Mishan said.

“…… That...... Forehead...... That's complicated. "I only have two memory modules, one is basic tactical memory, and the other is other memory module. ”

"If the other memory modules hadn't been thoroughly cleaned, I'd still be a soldier in the Republic of Canada."

To put it simply, as long as Mishan releases this gun girl, this gun girl will definitely run back to the original service unit.

I really don't know how it was set, and how could the other party decisively surrender while saying that he was still a soldier?

Mishan suddenly remembered that in the desert area where water was extremely scarce, the Italian soldiers of World War II who had to boil noodles with drinking water.

It seems that the other party is also in this mentality...... Mishan has a better understanding of the cultural gap between the East and the West.

"Is that so?" Mi Shan's tone said without any fluctuations.

"Hmm...... The memory module can only be cleaned in an area, not in parts. The sniper rifle lady said: "The consequences of forced partial clean-up may cause ......"

"It might have a sequelae, right?" Mi Shan replied preemptively.

"Yes" Sniper Rifle Lady Elle Barrett lowered her head and began to recall the memories of the non-tactical module.

Maybe in a few hours, she'll have to say goodbye to all these good and bad memories.

"Hmm......" Misan thought for a moment, then contacted Greenhill from another world and said, "Prepare me a bottle of margarita oil"

“…… Yes, sir. "I don't know why Mishan-sama wants margarita oil...... This kind of high-end luxury required by purely artificial talents, Greenhill is a little inexplicable.

However, it is inexplicable, but Greenhill still obeys the order and transmits a bottle of margarita oil across the world.

With the gradual development of the "bridge" between the two worlds, from the beginning can only transmit voice data, to the "memory black box" later, to now it is possible to transmit a bottle of "margarita oil" in reverse.

Maybe it won't be long before other game characters from Y. Shan can also travel to this big integrated world.

The milky margarita oil is placed like milk in a clear glass bottle.

I don't understand how Mi Shan conjured this bottle of "milk" into a sniper rifle girl, and after Mi Shan opened the lid, she smelled a breath that made her a tactical humanoid extremely intoxicated.

"This ...... It's ......" The smell of it makes her feel like snatching, and Elle Barrett stares at the glass bottle in front of her with straight eyes.

In addition to her, the nearby tactical humanoid attendants also smelled the smell, but they were a little far away, and their reaction was not as big as the gun girl in front of Mi Shan.

The store manager, Royal Oak, who was waiting for the money to be collected at the counter, woke up with a spirit.

She remembers the taste...... The repair fluid used by the first generation of ship mothers is this kind of thing.

…… Margarita oil is indeed a cure for all diseases in addition to broken arms and legs...... By the way, it can also keep the intoxicating fragrance of the human body for 72 hours. (Black Question Mark Face)

As for how it was done, it had to be asked Greenhill, a great skill bully who had always been overshadowed by his engineering ability and alchemy at the same level.

It's a pity that to the disappointment of a certain gungirl, Mi Shan did not give this bottle of "big brand" maintenance liquid, but handed it to Wayne, who was sitting next to her.

…… It's no surprise, I'm just a captive, how can I enjoy such good treatment......

Despite thinking so, Elle Barrett's eyes were still nailed to the bottle of "milk".

Knowing what Misu-sama was going to do for herself, Wayne took out a knife and poked her fingertips, sending out a drop of viscous liquid and dripping it into the "margarita oil".

In an instant, the milky margarita oil turned into a blood-colored liquid as if by magic.

The taste has also changed from extremely attractive to the tactical humanoid to disgusting and disgusting.

"Hmm...... What a taste of this! Elle Barrett said, covering her nose.

“…… Do tactical humanoids also smell things through their noses? Mishan wondered.

"An odor resolution module is installed in the nasal area." The sniper rifle lady said in a buzzing voice because she was covering her nose.

The waiters who also smelled this strange smell also subconsciously took a few steps away, and the royal oak tree that had woken up stared at the reddened margarita oil, and spit out a line of words "Deep Sea Repair Solution...... between his teeth

Mishan didn't know what the taste of this bottle of margarita oil turned into a blood collection bottle was, which made these tactical humanoids unbearable.

But Mi Shan, who didn't think it was the point, pushed the discolored margarita oil in front of Elle Barrett and said, "Drink it, or inject it into your body by any other method." ”

"Can I say no?" The sniper rifle lady said with a broken face.

"Then hand over the memory box." Mishan smiled.

"I drink...... I'll drink ......" Elle Barrett knew that this was a simple choice, and picked up the glass bottle with a sad expression, as if she was going to drink it directly.

"Don't drink!!" A voice mixed with a hint of anger interrupted the sniper's movements.

I only saw the owner of this shop, the ship's mother Royal Oak unfolded her ship's outfit and aimed her main gun at Mishan and her party.

“？” Mishan showed a strange expression.

In the next second, Wayne rushed forward.