Why is Mirmis here?

The first thing that came to Pavia's mind was this sentence, and she didn't expect anything from it, but she didn't expect it to be a surprise.

Mirmis looked at Pavia with a blank look, she read in Pavia's eyes the excitement of wanting to fight, but she didn't understand the origin of it.

Pavia and I are meeting for the first time today, right?

Mirmis quickly searched the database, and all indications were that this was indeed her first meeting with Pavia, who had only been aware of Pavia's existence the first time, and that Pavia probably didn't know her.

Suddenly, Pavia pointed at Mirmis and said openly, "I'm the cheese you met on the cruise, and I want to have a real battle with it, what do you think?"

Mirmis thought for a moment, then put on an unrecognizable expression, built a wall between the two with his palm, and said euphemistically, "I think you should go to the hospital."

Pavia mentally simulated what would happen if she confessed everything directly, and the results didn't seem to be promising.

Although Pavia was willing to speak up, she didn't know if Mirmis would be able to help her keep the secret, and if it was leaked to someone who shouldn't know, the paper bag would have no meaning.

In just a few seconds, Pavia's expression went from surprise to confusion to bewilderment.

After a long silence, Pavia slowly spoke, "Get out of the way."

It had been a long time since Pavia had communicated properly with the others, and all that was left was this simple and crude sentence that worked for her.

Pavia was about to bypass Mirmis and leave straight away, but was suddenly stopped by Mirmis.

"This voice, are you cheese?"

Cheese spoke to Mirmis through the paper bag, but such a humble object could only hide her face, but not her voice.

Each person's voice is unique, and Mirmis can use this to quickly identify others.

Pavia's body froze in place, the question came too suddenly, and it was Mirmis who recognized her first.

Pavia turned around with a somewhat murderous smile on her face, then pointed to the café next to her, and gestured with her eyebrows, "I'll treat you to a drink."

The two of them came to the wooden bear café, the atmosphere of the store is very casual, and the decoration is very forest-like, so that people can enjoy a moment of relaxation here.

In the coffee shop, a kind owner was wiping coffee cups, and when he saw the presence of the two, he immediately put down his work and said with a smile: "Welcome."

There are not many customers in the shop, only a few people scattered around, but the atmosphere of the store makes you feel relaxed and feel like you are walking in the quiet forest.

Pavia sat down at a random table, and Mirmis sat across from her.

The owner, who also doubles as a waiter, stepped out of the bar and handed each of them a menu with different kinds of coffee and many tempting-looking desserts.

Pavia only looked at the menu symbolically, in fact, she had already thought about what to order.

Mirmis didn't think much about it, she didn't need to rely on regular food to stay alive, and although she had a taste system, it was almost no different from decoration.

Pavia asked, "Have you decided?"

After receiving Mirmis's affirmation, Pavia raised her hand and motioned for the store manager to order an order.

The manager took the notebook and quickly came to the table, making a look of deference.

"I want a mocha and a cheesecake."

If cheese wasn't Pavia's favorite taste, she wouldn't have chosen "cheese" as the codename.

"Espresso and strawberry cake."

Mirmis picked two that looked pleasing to the eye, and taste wasn't something she would consider, but the beautiful pictures did appeal to her.

If he could, Mirmis would actually prefer to order wine, the higher the degree, the better, and the Russian eaux-de-vie would be quite suitable.

After all, alcohol is also a good fuel, but how can there be alcohol in a café?

The manager returned to the bar and began to mix coffee for two.

Seeing that the store manager's attention was not here, Pavia said straight to the point: "I'll just say it directly, I want to have a real battle with you."

Mirmis looked at Pavia in confusion.

"Fight?"

It's not that Mirmis doesn't understand the meaning of the word, she's just wondering what Pavia is going to be up to.

Human beings like to compete, and competition enables both parties to make progress for each other. But humans can compete on anything from collecting erasers to stockpiling weapons.

If it's a battle, Mirmis won't accept it, in a real battle, it's either you die or I die.

Pavia didn't understand what Mirmis meant, and explained her intentions in a nutshell: "I saw you in the game, and now I want to fight you."

It turned out to be a contest to the point and the point.

It only needs to confirm the strength of the two sides, and there is no need to really kill each other, and this level of contest is acceptable to Mirmis.

But why?

As a robot, Mirmis's logic circuit is filled with an unusually active curiosity.

Maybe it's an instinct that helps her unconsciously gather more information.

Out of this peculiar instinct, Mirmis asked, "Why?"

Pavia seemed to anticipate Mirmis and quickly answered: "It's been a long time since I've met a decent opponent, and it's boring for me to be too weak. But when facing you, my body generates a desire to fight you, do you understand that feeling? ”

Pavia's expression suddenly sharpened.

Mirmis scratched her head, surrounded by more questions, and she was silent for a while before answering, "I don't really understand."

Looking at Mirmis, who was a little embarrassed, Pavia also seemed to blame herself: "It's okay if you don't want to accept it, refuse me loudly."

Pavia wasn't worried about Mirmis rejecting her, and even if she refused now, she might change her mind later.

"I can compete with you, but it's not a good fit here, is it?"

Mirmis pointed out the window, a long way out of the café was a residential area or a shopping street, and if there was a big fight here, it would cause confusion among others.

Pavia agrees with this, and proposes, "Let's find a clearing later."

Pavia stood on the table with her hands and said with her face in her face, "It's strange that I don't usually say so much, I feel something different in you."

Pavia sensed an opportunity in Mirmis, and her intuition told her that an encounter with Mirmis would bring a huge turn in her life.

It was a strange feeling, and it was impossible to say or explain, maybe it was just Pavia's wishful thinking, but now she was willing to gamble on the possibility.

Suddenly, Mirmis's cell phone rang, as if he had received a message.

Mirmis opened his phone and saw that it was a spam text message, nothing worth paying attention to.

But unlike Mirmis, Pavia's spirit is stirred up, as she sees that Mirmis's phone pendant is the same as hers.

Pavia asked with interest, "Is that a snow dumpling?"

"Hmm."

Mirmis shook the snow dumpling pendant, and its snow-white fur fluttered slightly, as if it were alive.

Pavia couldn't stop complimenting, "You have good taste."

I didn't expect Mirmis to like snow dumplings too.

Mirmis touched Yuki's furry body, and instantly felt healed.

"I love furry things. Does Pavia also like snow dumplings? ”

"I like it."

Unexpectedly, Pavia readily admitted the incident.

Although she will be scolded for being naïve and liking things that only a child likes, Pavia is never shy about speaking out her true thoughts.

What's so embarrassing to say this?

To like is to like, it will not become small because of the depreciation of others, but will only be gradually abandoned because of the wavering of the person.

During the conversation between the two, the store manager also brought up a steaming cup of coffee, which was painted with latte art in the shape of cute animals.

Pavia tasted a bite of mocha, which was smooth, sweet but not greasy. Next is the cheesecake, which is fluffy and soft and has a good taste, and it seems that this shop will come more often in the future.

As Pavia enjoyed her dessert, she noticed that Mirmis had drained the espresso, and that the milk and sugar were intact.

A sudden wave of respect swelled in Pavia's heart, and Mirmis actually drank all the espresso that he couldn't stand after taking a sip.

Pavia pointed to the empty coffee cup and raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Isn't it bitter?"

"It's bitter."

Mirmis's taste system allows her to taste every flavor with subtlety, and the coffee is so bitter that even the sensors are a little uncomfortable.

Pavia tentatively asked, "Do you like to drink bitter?"

"Bitterness is just a taste, it's the same as sweetness."

Mirmis had no particular preference for taste, sweet and bitter seemed to her to be the same.

Pavia didn't understand what Mirmis meant, but she somehow felt that it was very philosophical, and she didn't know if she was carried away by surprise.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap outside, and it was pouring rain outside the window, and pedestrians on the road hid under the nearby eaves to take shelter from the rain, and the speeding cars also slowed down.

Pavia tapped the edge of the plate with her fork and said, "Looks like I'm going to sit here a little longer."

Pavia already hated the rain, and now that the rain was delaying her duel with Mirmis, the level of her annoyance was even greater.

Mirmis suddenly got up and walked outside the café, and Pavia immediately chased after him.

Mirmis picked up the brown purse that had fallen from the ground, and just now, its owner had already left in a taxi, and it happened to be left here.

Pavia casually glanced at her purse, which had several patches and cracks on it, apparently in long use.

It's a worn-out wallet, and the style is still so old.

Mirmis opened his wallet, which contained no money, but ID and keys.

Pavia was also curious to come up to see what kind of antique the owner of the purse was, but it turned out to surprise Pavia.

The person on the ID card turned out to be Roy's father.