The Devil’s Cage Chapter 3: Chicken soup is delicious

whoosh! whoosh!

The electric current sounded and the street lights flashed back and forth.

Kieran turned a blind eye. After throwing the newspaper in his hand on the bar, he turned and walked into the bar, blocking him in front of the busy Mimosa.

A few seconds later, a figure appeared in the field of vision of Kieran.

The white nightdress with red flowers printed on it, messy hair, and pale face. The brown both eyes glanced at Kieran and walked into the restaurant.

The other party chose the chair in front of the bar.

"What is needed?"

After the opponent sat down, Kieran asked very simply.

"Chicken soup."

The other party's voice is hoarse, and it seems that he hasn't spoken for a long time.

"Luo Ye, a bowl of chicken soup."

Kieran did not look back.

"Okay, brother."

Mimosa took a soup bowl out of the sterilizer and nodded the soup in the cauldron next to it.

The lid of the pot is lifted, and the rich flavor of the chicken soup will spread.

The cooking skills of Mimosa are beyond doubt.

Even if their skills are sealed, their cooking skills are still unprecedented.

The simplest ingredients can accelerate saliva production.

Maybe there is still some distance from the real transformation of decay into magic, but to the point of being outstanding, there is no problem.

But the guest who entered the restaurant was indifferent and just looked at Kieran.

When Mimosa walked with chicken soup and saw this guest, his face could not be changed. The hands holding the soup bowl were all inherited. Just when the soup bowl fell off, Kieran stretched his hand and caught it Soup bowl.

"Go busy with you."

Kieran said lightly, turned around, and placed the soup bowl in front of the that person guests.

"Your chicken soup."

Kieran's tone became more indifferent.

The that person guests did not speak again, and picked up the soup bowl and sipped it bit by bit.

The speed is very slow and the movement is stiff.

The small soup bowl was held. After two minutes of drinking, the empty soup bowl was put down.

"Thank you."

After thanking him with a dry voice, he took out a stack of paper money and placed it next to the soup bowl, and got up and walked out.

whoosh! whoosh!

The current of the street lamp sounds again.

However, the difference is that after a few consecutive beeps, the street lights are restored and the path in front of the restaurant becomes bright.

"She, is she the dead?"

It was not until this time that Mimosa asked with palpitations.

Although timidity persists, Mimosa's knowledge is getting richer.

Especially after deciding to follow behind Kieran, Mimosa consciously learned the knowledge of Giant City and Dungeon World.

Identifying a the dead is still very simple.

"Uh."

Kieran nodded and looked at the soup bowl and the stack of banknotes that the other party had touched, and there was a lot of interest in the eyes.

"But shouldn't the dead hate the living?"

Mimosa puzzled.

"There are exceptions."

"Or, it's different here."

"Unique/only?"

"Interesting."

Kieran chuckled, put down the electric baton in his hand, and handed the newspaper to Mimosa.

This is today's newspaper.

On the first edition, there was a photo of that person killing wife and serial killer John Dickson, and next to this photo was a photo of a woman.

Even if it is very vague, Mimosa can see at a glance that this woman is just a guest.

"She, is she the wife of John Dickson?"

"Why does she appear here?"

Mimosa exclaimed.

"She should come to thank us."

Kieran said to hand over the checked banknotes to Mimosa.

Fine ten thousand yuan.

The Mimosa who took the money was a little dazed.

It's not about the amount of money. For Mimosa, money is always a number. Even if the situation like Dungeon World has improved, Mimosa will not be surprised by money. What really surprised Mimosa is that the dead not only does not launch an instinctive attack on the living, but also truly gives thanks.

It is really...

Unbelievable!

After a long while, Mimosa gave this evaluation.

Then, holding the money, Mimosa carefully put it in a cash box that was almost empty.

Their initial funding came from that person John Dickson, and after spending the afternoon, it was almost exhausted. Even if there is no concept of money, Mimosa still knows that this is what he and Kieran need for their next life.

It is impossible for everyone to thank so many coins like the special guests of that person.

And Kieran will not really run this restaurant.

So, this money becomes very important.

"Hope enough!"

Mimosa thought silently.

There is a fresh sense of crisis in my heart.

Different from the previous fears, this time is the first time since Mimosa was born that he was worried about money.

It's very fresh.

It is also urgent.

With such a fresh sense of urgency, Mimosa turned and walked into the kitchen.

He wants to use existing ingredients to make more fragrant food to attract more guests-although Kieran may not care about this restaurant, but this is the way Mimosa can now make Unique/only think of making money .

The busy noise from the kitchen interrupted Kieran's thinking.

He glanced down at the electric baton.

the dead's weakness in electric shock and flames made Kieran consciously retain this John Dickson electric stick while cleaning this hotel.

At this stage, this is his weapon against the dead.

However, judging from the that person guests just now, such weapons are obviously not enough.

Perhaps dealing with ordinary wandering souls and that person guests.

But who can guarantee that there is no stronger presence?

Once the stronger and self-conscious the dead appears, an electric stick is obviously not enough.

At least it must be a flamethrower.

But he could never get a flamethrower.

Neither his identity at the moment nor channels.

If the science side is temporarily unavailable, only Mystic remains.

Exactly, he has a skill to deal with the situation at hand.

"Is the red gem of Cracked Rank and some volcanic ash?"

Kieran murmured to himself.

Then, he shook his head again.

With his Mystical Knowledge, even if the skills of [Burning Hand] are sealed, it is not difficult to complete a well-known Mystic attack.

But the red gem of Cracked Rank is not so easy to get.

Even if this Dungeon World has.

However, he has no money.

Of course, this does not mean that Kieran has given up.

In the Kieran dictionary, there is no such thing as giving up.

He thought of a method that might be able to replace it.

Of course, that is what happened afterwards.

Now?

Another guest is here.

Two girls, one with a helpless face on the other and drunk.

"Wine!"

"Give me wine!"

The drunken man shouted loudly as soon as he entered the restaurant.

"There is no alcohol supply here."

"If you need alcohol, please go to another house."

Kieran said indifferently.

This kind of indifference is based on Basic, another girl who can’t help but apologize.

"No, no wine, then, what is there?"

"Something, you will serve me."

"I am not without money!"

The drunken woman has a big tongue and stutters.

So, Kieran hates dealing with drunks.

Under the influence of alcohol, not only does the behavior become rude, but the whole person will become entangled.

Fortunately, there is a sober person beside him.

"We want a bowl of chicken soup."

The sober girl said quickly when she frowned at Kieran.

"Okay."

Kieran turned to get the soup bowl.

"How much is chicken and chicken soup?"

Drunken girls spoke again.

"10 yuan."

Kieran quoted the price.

Perhaps comparing the price of Dungeon World, in the eyes of ordinary people, the price is slightly more expensive, but in the view of Kieran, this is a chicken soup made by Mimosa, he does not think it is expensive.

If not recommended by Mimosa, Kieran can double this price.

Boom!

The drunken girl slammed the table and stood up. The figure stumbled. If the **** the side helped, she would definitely fall to the ground.

But the drunken girl didn't appreciate it. She pushed a handful of girls. After she didn't push it away, she shouted at Kieran: "Is my beauty worthless?"

Talking, the drunken girl crawled on the bar and put her face over.

Long eyelashes, blurred eyes after drunkenness, red fluttering face, mixed with unique youthful vitality, the other party can undoubtedly be called a beauty.

However, when the wine pours out, no matter how beautiful the person is, Kieran is not as good as the body of Superior Evil Spirit .

In particular, the other party also patted his table.

So, after thinking about it.

"100."

Kieran reported the price he originally set.

"Count your acquaintance!"

"Ordinary people drink 10 yuan, of course a beauty like me needs 100!"

The drunk girl sat back satisfactorily.

Drunk people, don’t reason with her.

Because none of the thought circuits are in one dimension.

Put the bowl of chicken soup in front of each other. Kieran calmly tells you that you are a restaurant now. You need to learn to be wealthy when you open a door to do business.

Avoiding the smell of alcohol and turning around to take a deep breath, Kieran picked up the newspaper again and sat behind the bar.

However, the drunken girl obviously didn’t want to lose a speaker.

"Boss, what do you mean by love?"

"200 on the ground."

Kieran answered without lifting his head.

"What spit 200 on the ground?"

"Am I vomiting on the ground?"

The drunken girl shouted.

"Spit on the table 300."

Kieran said slowly.

There are no drunk girls on the side. After this, I tried to hug the Kieran again and again, hoping that Kieran would be more forgiving. Then she turned around and whispered to the drunk girl.

However, such persuasion is counterproductive.

"Leave me alone!"

"I know you are with them!"

"Are you coming to see my joke now!"

"Get out, get me out!"

The drunken girl shoved another girl.

Unprepared, the girl was pushed to the ground.

Not only that girl, but also the bowl of chicken soup.

At this time, Kieran, who had been sitting in the bar, leaned over and raised his hand to pick up the chicken broth, looking at the drunken girl with displeasure.

"Do you also think I am wrong?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"I just want to find a good relationship with me, what's wrong?"

"Why is he always half-hearted?"

"Why are you looking for those goblins?"

Facing Kieran's unpleasant gaze, the drunk girl suddenly shook her spirits, and the wine suddenly woke up halfway, but the remaining general alcohol made her feel so awkward, so she yelled at Kieran.

Speaking is shouting, but the voice is getting lower and lower.

Except that Kieran can hear clearly, the girl who fell fell hardly.

"Nothing."

"You are right."

"Man, there is no love, whoever looks good, he loves whoever."

"Women, there is no love, whoever is good to her, she will follow."

"So, love is celebrated."

"Because it is always beautiful."

"It not only looks good, but also treats you well."

"But is it true?"

Kieran asked.

"Isn't love true?"

"What is true?"

The girl in front of him asked in a daze.

"It's true."

Kieran placed the chicken soup in front of the girl and continued to say slowly: "Love can talk slowly, you will always find a right, but the soup should be hot."

Looking at the chicken broth placed by Kieran in front of her, the girl’s brain, which had been anesthetized by alcohol, became increasingly confused.

She instinctively feels wrong, but feels that Kieran is very reasonable.

Want to refute, but can't tell the reason for the refusal.

In the end, she picked up the chicken soup and drank it.

Take a hundred-denomination paper note from the bag and put it by the soup bowl.

"Soup money."

Speaking of this, the drunken girl staggered out.

After the girl who fell down bowed to Kieran again and apologized, she hurried out.

Kieran received the soup bowl~IndoMTL.com~ picked up the money and gave it to Mimosa again.

Mimosa took the money and looked at Kieran with a strange look.

"What's wrong?"

Kieran asked.

"I feel like what your brother said just now."

Mimosa said seriously.

"Is it?"

"That made sense by others."

Kieran handed over the newspaper he read to Mimosa. In the emotional column, he clearly wrote the words just said by Kieran.

Mimosa looked at the words and laughed unconsciously.

"You also think it's ridiculous?"

"I didn't want to understand myself, so I directed others."

"If you really want to understand, how can you groan without disease here?"

Kieran said.

Mimosa did not answer, but just looked at Kieran with a smile. He felt that Kieran at this time was more and more real.

It is far more than the fiery flame winding in the memory, the real murderous aura is sturdy.

"It's great."

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Mimosa smiled and picked up the used soup bowl and walked briskly to the kitchen.

Kieran looked puzzled at Mimosa, who was inexplicably happy, and shook his head uncontrollably.

He didn’t ask.

Many things are unreasonable.

If everything is reasonable.

There is no reason to speak in the world.

All...

Hu chubby.

Not reasonable.

Kieran picked up a magazine bought with newspapers in the afternoon, and sat quietly turned over after sitting at the bar.

In the kitchen, water is flowing.

After the bar, the pages of the book kept quiet.

The sky gradually brightened.

The sunrise rises.

Good day again.

Then...

"Ah!"

"Dead!"

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