I Began Selling Jars from Naruto World Chapter 924: : The arrival of the undocumented knight

"I'm waiting for your news."

Silent wiped his mouth and stood up directly, obviously seeing off the guest.

The association's representative didn't say much more.

The harvest from this meeting is enough, even better than they originally imagined, and he can even start to imagine a good day when he is promoted and raised when he goes back.

After the representative of the association left, only Saitama was left beside Silent.

He was packing the delicious food on the table with a box he didn't know where to find it. He seemed reluctant to waste even a little bit, but he didn't forget to ask, "Is that undocumented knight very powerful?"

"No, very weak." Silent shook his head, "Not much stronger than ordinary people, just like you before."

"Could it be..." Saitama's eyes brightened slightly, "Is he like me? Is he also a peerless genius?"

"Hahaha." Silent was amused, then shook his head and said with a smile, "In this world, there is only one Saitama, and only you, who can become stronger through that peerless divine art, no There's a second one."

"Really..." Saitama looked disappointed.

After the strength begins to become stronger, the loneliness will gradually fill the heart. When the loneliness is numb, it is the first step towards losing human emotions.

However, Saitama quickly shakes off this small disappointment.

Because he has a new goal.

"How long are you going to stay in this world?" Saitama stared at the silence with piercing eyes, almost saying I really want to travel.

"It's just a few good guests." Silent shrugged, "If I'm really in a hurry, I can get it all done in an instant, but this is no longer a trip, I prefer to integrate slowly. Come to this world and patiently watch the growth and change of the guests.”

"It sounds interesting." Saitama squeezed her chin, then clapped her palms, "Understood, I'll come with you."

"Also." Silent glanced at him.

He could see that Saitama didn't think too much when he said this.

Just having fun.

Aside from strength, Saitama is actually just an ordinary person's character. He doesn't have too much ambition, doesn't have too much desire, and doesn't have too much revenge. He just works hard to find his interest in his ordinary life. things for ordinary men.

Is such a character suitable to be an official?

Silence is also uncertain.

So, it's also a good choice to let him sell a few jars together first.

"After that, I'll go to where you live first." Silent walked in front of Saitama instead, "The Hero Association should move quickly, and it won't take much time."

"Where do I live?" Saitama thought about it, but didn't have much opinion.

Since then, Silent began to have a roommate for the first time after graduating from college.

Said to be a roommate.

In fact, every night he goes back to his private space alone, living in a big comfortable and fluffy bed.

It's too embarrassing to treat yourself wrong in the details of your life at the current state.

However, Silent realized what Saitama's normal life was like.

I'm lazy, I cook by myself, wash my clothes regularly, and pick up rubbish. I'm neither too sloppy nor too particular. I don't want to go to the downstairs shop when I'm too lazy. will run all the way.

Ordinary to the point of being in a trance even in silence.

It's like going back to the ordinary days of the past on Earth.

Unfortunately.

This mood of returning to the past is destroyed every time by Saitama's bright bald head.

Even if a normal person is bald, no one will get to this point. Standing under the sun is like a big light bulb. Standing in front of you, you can easily see your appearance from the reflection, even if it is not as good as a glass mirror. , and it is much clearer than the bronze mirror.

"Saitama." Silent fiddled with the hot pot on the table, looked at Saitama's bald head, and couldn't help sighing, "If it wasn't for your surreal bald head, I really thought I was in a In an ordinary ordinary world."

"..." Saitama's forehead burst with blue veins, "My bald head is so surreal, besides, it's not all because of you."

"Okay, okay." Silent finally averted his eyes, continued to fiddle with the hot pot, casually knocking off Saitama's outstretched claws, "Don't worry, there will be another guest coming in a while."

"Guest? Who is it?" Saitama sighed inwardly as he touched the back of his hand.

Only silence can make him feel the pain now.

"What do you say." Silent glanced out the window.

The sound of bicycles walking has been heard.

Saitama has a sudden realization.

"That undocumented knight?"

"Yes, go open the door." Silent put down the last stack of fresh meat.

"Why me."

Saitama looked reluctant, but stood up honestly.

Who made these delicious foods come from silence?

Open the door.

A young man in a yellow tights and a bicycle helmet stood outside, raising his hand as if he was about to knock on the door.

"You~IndoMTL.com~ Hello!" The unlicensed knight was obviously a little nervous, he came up with a 90-degree bend, and raised his voice, shouting, "I am a C-rank hero unlicensed knight, please seniors. Advise!"

Actually, the undocumented knight himself doesn't know what's going on.

He was only suddenly notified by the association.

Say that a super powerful hero wants to see him, that is, a few days ago, he instantly eliminated the ghost-level monster, the vaccine hero.

How can I get the attention of such a senior when I am a small C-level?

As soon as he got the news, he rushed over all the way with nervousness and anticipation.

"Come on, come in." Saitama gave up his seat.

"Yes!" cried the undocumented knight nervously.

After I went in, I found out that there was still a person sitting there.

He froze for a moment.

Who is the senior?

"Sit down." Silent gestured to the vacant seat next to him and smiled, "I asked you to come, don't be nervous, I just want to tell you something."

"Yes!" The unlicensed knight now knows who is the senior who instantly surpassed the ghost-level geek.

He still sat down nervously, with his hands on his thighs, his back straight, and he looked square, not nervous at all.

After all, until now.

He didn't know why he was called.

Besides, as such a powerful senior, he actually lived in such a small house, and even made his own hot pot to eat.

What a great hero!

There is still a bit of longing in the eyes of the undocumented knight.