A happy life must have something to do with a secretary, and nothing to do with a secretary.

I didn't expect this stem to be translated not as fg (spelling it wrong to get through guò), but w. Chinese...... Sometimes it's too broad and profound, and it's not a good thing. Cybertron feels this way now, he was originally a barbarian, and he was called the "ancient one" when he talked too much.

Originally, the ancients were meant to refer to some of the monster scholars who had a culture and were already famous all over the world before the cataclysm. At the very least, these monsters have to have a lot of memories, and Cybertron is now called the Ancient, mainly because he is considered a member of the ancient civilization race. Immediately after, the value of the Bourkeso began to increase dramatically.

This becomes a civilized person?

How did he feel somewhat insulted to be regarded as one of his kind by this group of people from other worlds? But it didn't matter, he immediately threw himself into his fiery work - this is history.

Cybertron is now more of a paperwork.

On the first day after arriving in the other world, I officially clocked in to work, and I felt a little more excited than the recent knife cutter. As soon as Cybertron woke up, he found that there was a professional maid around him, not the pseudo-art maid who slept until twelve o'clock in his own house and woke up. Although the clothes are not as cool as ours, this is winter, which is understandable and understandable. Wash his face, rinse his mouth and change his clothes, and put on the [noble uniform] that Alice Fields specially prepared for him—Cybertron looked down and looked a little clown. As a result, he only needed a white cloth more than five meters long, and wrapped his body around it like a wrap.

This is really the way the Bourkeso people wore it in ancient times (about 3,600 years ago), and it was handed down from the time of the Immortal King. It's just that in the south, there were clothes to wear in the south, and when they got to the north, they were basically all animal skins. Now, he wears the same clothes as he did in ancient Rome.

Cybertron was an early riser as always, and he found that the only downside of being a Bourkeso was that he couldn't stay in bed. Wake up earlier than the chickens, the winter sun is lazy and people don't want to go to work, but the biological clock of the Bourkeso is so good, go to work at five o'clock! It is impossible to sleep any more - it is time to prepare for hunting or war!

I saw that there was nothing else to do in the morning, and last night I slept all night with my wife, and told a story about a man named "Kongchujuni" in the time of the Burkeso people. Because Cybertron's tongue hair is full of Chinese syllables, it really wants to tell a scholar of an ancient culture that has disappeared, which is quite exotic. The more exotic stories and philosophies led Mrs. Alice Fell to listen to Cybertron's explanation of the way of nature, which is the strength and strength of nature's destiny, and accordingly, a gentleman, whether he is a nobleman or not, should strive for self-improvement, be resolute, resolute, and indignant, and never cease to be strong, and the earth should be thick and smooth, and a gentleman should be more virtuous and tolerant of all things (the gentleman of Tianxingjian is self-improving, and the gentleman of the terrain is virtuous and virtuous—and then he is full of curiosity about the nature worship of the Bourkesos. She found that the Bourkeso were by no means a barbaric and backward race (in fact, almost) and that their beliefs were not as backward as they imagined, but a race that understood the world from another perspective.

It's been three hours, the candles have been changed twice, and the nightlife has been nothing but popping this year. But this time, it was midnight before he went to bed, and it was Cybertron and Alice Phil talking alone at night.

Rumors are rife.

Cybertron didn't care about that, if only he could catch Alice Phil. But the first thing in the morning is to try to survive - rushing into Alice Field's kitchen, looking at the kitchen full of kitchen boards and strange kitchen knives, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion - Cybertron has not used such a formal kitchen knife for a long time. It is usually sprinkled with a handful of precious salt, grilled and eaten. All the spices in this world were used by the southern races to marinate bacon, so the islands in the southern sea were notorious! Spices could not be grown in other places, so spices were already a luxury in British.

Scrambled eggs ask for chicken feathers.

Cybertron threw a dozen eggs, washed two persimmons and put a handful of salt, although there was no regular Celestial Empire pot, but it was ready to use. Turn on the fire, oil it, and stir-fry it - it's delicious! It's even better if it's rice instead of bread. Wiping his mouth, Cyber withdrew from the task of washing the dishes.

This little wave is pushed over first.

Go to work on time.

“...... In other words, my job is actually a bodyguard. Cybertron looked still not awake, and Alice Field, who had just washed up, sat in front of him. There was a sense of entanglement: "Now I've changed from a barbarian bodyguard to a ...... Your civilian secretary. I'm feeling a little stressed. ”

"Well, Eun. Patting herself on the cheek, Alice Phil cleared herself up: "It doesn't matter, you just need to be by my side to remind me all the time - there are people like this in other families for a long time, but usually poets, old teachers, or whatever." I think it's enough to have you. ”

Alice Phil stretched and said, "Don't say this...... You come here. ”

Cybertron took a few steps forward.

"A little further along. The beautiful surviving wife waved her hand again.

Cybertron took a few more steps forward.

"Come to me so I can touch you with my hand!" Alice Phil clenched her fists, as if she hated that iron could not be made of steel.

"???Well, ma'am, we have something to discuss, I don't think it's possible for you to defeat me by force. Cybertron was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was also a sunset barbarian, and that you were too ......

"Who's going to beat you?" - No, our cook has something to say. Alice Phil snorted, and said in a rather complaining coquettishness: "He lodged a solemn protest against me, and demanded that I immediately hand over the Burkeso man who had sneaked into the kitchen to make that ~~~ delicious dish." Dear Mr. Cybertron, please think about it. I'm your employer anyway, so can't you just drop by and send me some?"

“......”

"Honestly, you're really ruthless, using so many of my eggs and tomatoes and killing one of our pigs - I don't care about food, only pay my wages. Alice Phil counted her fingers, and the last ten fingers were all up, and she seemed very unhappy in front of Cybertron: "Ten gold coins a day, that's a lot of money." I will pay you three thousand six hundred and fifty gold coins a year. Why, do you still want me to take care of the food?"

"Ugh. Cybertron was a little surprised: "That...... Wife. ”

"Young man, the first goal of today is to do what you have done and do it again!" Alice Phil pouted dissatisfied: "Well, I haven't eaten kitchen waste since I became the head of the house, but I used to eat some when I couldn't eat enough." Now...... Hmph, I'm still a little nostalgic. No nonsense, the kitchen waste is so delicious, go make me something good!"

“...... Madame, how can you eat leftovers?"

"Oh, this—that's why I'm with you. Alice Phil snickered, and whispered even a little affectionately: "I have to secretly eat some pastries every day, and then today I found out what our chef is stealing." I hated the guy who stole food like I did, so I ate with him. ”

“...... You, really. The corners of Cybertron's mouth twitched slightly, and he cracked his mouth and smiled hard: "Approachable." ”

"No way, the habit I used to develop. Wake up in the morning and steal some food, otherwise you won't have enough to eat for the day...... Forget it, let's not talk about the past. Alice Fell smiled with difficulty, and then poked Cybertron in the cheek, "Oh, it's time for you to make something to eat!—go, I haven't eaten anything like this yet! I'll give you the right to use spices, just be careful with our head chef." ”

"What's wrong?"

"She has six hands. ”

“......？！？！”

- Six Hands...... Two thieves?-

Skola, a rare but not uncommon monster. Known for its many hands, Cybertron is the first time I've seen this monster girl. He looks a little dark, even a bit like Latina.

He is about two meters tall, and he has four more hands on his shoulders. The hairstyle looks a little curly, but ...... Damn, it's really rare to see!--Is this the monster lady of the Alice Phil family? The other party watched Cybertron bite his chef's hat tightly as he moved the knife and opened the fire to cook. And when watching Cybertron use spices, he gritted his teeth and had an urge to run away. Fortunately, a few cooks on the side stopped her, and she knew that she would never be able to beat even the Burkeso man with only a kitchen knife.

", you want to take away my place in my wife's heart!--O gods, my mother and you are fighting!" However, in the end, after smelling the fish-flavored shredded pork and kung pao chicken made by Cybertron, she finally couldn't stand the blow of the stern zhòng. The six hands are holding kitchen knives, pastry sticks, molds, spoons, forks and a large sweep, and there is really a feeling of "the old lady and you have fought together".

"Eh, Kuras, Kuras!-wait, don't-don't!-you can't beat him!"

“...... I'm not going to do it every day, either. Cybertron looked at his hands, which looked like they were meant to kill people. Although they are all eaten with knives and mixed rice, this gap is ...... He looked up at the monster lady and said, "Do you want to learn?" I'll teach you!

"You...... Are you really going to teach me your civilized cooking? My name is Kuras!" The monster girl became excited, but a little skeptical: "You...... Aren't you going to compete with me in front of Mrs. Ellie?—how can you be so kind to me?—"

Cybertron was even more surprised, and asked puzzledly, "What did you just say?"

"Competing for favor - competing for favor, why haven't you heard of it?"

"I ...... You give me a wait. Cybertron gestured to the two-handed sword in the doorway, which he had always carried. He scolded viciously: "What do you mean? I 'compete for favor'?--ha, I can't imagine that I have crossed over, and I will have a scheming day!--I tell you that I am a bad temper, don't think that there is any Bourkeso civilization or something. No matter how civilized we are, we will kill!"