Nero still didn't drink the cocktail made by the boss himself. Instead, she ordered a glass of white beer — in an oversized cup.
While eating the barbecue served by Miss Maid, she said, "Really? So many things happened … No wonder Kuck lost his memory. It turned out that he was plotted by Xiang Liu. Hmm … This way, I can at least write a complete report. "
With that said, Nero threw out a dim soul light ball from the small bag containing her soul. "How long can you mark this Prometheus for?"
Holding the soul light ball, Luoqiu said indifferently, "Three months."
Luoqiu turned his palm, and a disc about the size of a makeup mirror box appeared in front of Nero, "Within three months, this thing can help you find its location at any time."
Nero picked up another piece of barbecue and stuffed it into her mouth — this was the last piece. Nero didn't hesitate to put away the small disc, and then burped, "Ah … I'm so full. Thank you for your hospitality."
She stood up, raised her hands, and stretched her body. She suddenly squinted and said, "By the way, boss, I want to ask you something. I can only match the second form of the Yamato in my hand … How can I fully match its third form? Don't you know? "
"Customer, this question will cost you." The boss said indifferently.
"Stingy." Nero said.
The boss smiled and said nothing — of course, Nero couldn't see it because of the mask.
But she was a free and easy person by nature. At least, she seemed to be so. So she shrugged and said, "Well, I'm a regular customer, aren't I? Is there a discount next time? "
The boss pointed his finger on the table, and a black card with four golden seals appeared in front of Nero.
Nero waved her hand and took it. Then she tapped her finger on her lips and sent a flying kiss to Boss Luo, "What a good boss. Goodbye!"
"Please wait, customer." Boss Luo suddenly stopped Nero. After her surprised look, he nodded to You Ye.
Miss Maid turned around and left the hall. Not long after, she came out with a tray.
You Ye lifted the cloth on the tray. There was a palm-sized wooden box about three centimeters high engraved with many strange patterns.
"Is this for me?" Nero frowned, "What is it?"
Luoqiu said, "The bag used to store the soul is too rough. You'd better use this one. It's more delicate and can be preserved longer."
Nero was stunned. She took the box and asked subconsciously, "How much is this?"
"No need." Unexpectedly, the boss said indifferently, "This is borrowed for you. It will automatically return to us until your life ends. Of course, it doesn't matter if you refuse. "
Nero poured the remaining souls in her original bag into the box without saying a word. Then she smiled and said, "Ding, congratulations to player Nero for getting an important item from the boss: Box for Storing Souls GET! Is that right? "
"Welcome next time."
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According to a transaction that Kuck didn't know, he had no way to restore his memories that showed signs of awakening in a few weeks.
Although he didn't have the feeling of remembering more recently, but gradually felt confused, Kuck didn't change his current life.
He spent most of his time meditating in his room. He would often sit there for half a day, as if he himself was a speck of dust in this room.
Only when Xiaozhi of the tofu shop knocked on the door out of boredom, there would be some sounds in the room.
Although he still couldn't remember his identity and origin, the way he did things seemed to be instinctive. He could keenly feel that San Er was avoiding him.
Since she was avoiding, then he would try not to contact her. He was even considering leaving this place in the next few days. Since he met the strange white-haired woman last time, he had a feeling.
The day of his departure was getting closer and closer.
"Uncle Mark, what story are you going to tell me today?" The more familiar this little guy was, the more unscrupulous she seemed to be. As soon as she walked in, she hugged Kuck's arm and shook it.
Kuck subconsciously touched Xiaozhi's head, and suddenly thought of something. If he left, would Xiaozhi be sad?
Logically speaking, he shouldn't think about this kind of thing. His thinking pattern had been reminding him of this matter.
"No story today." Kuck said with a blank expression, "Go and find me a piece of wood."
He gestured the size on his hand. Xiaozhi sucked her fingers and looked at it for a while with her big round eyes before nodding. Then she ran out with her chubby legs.
Soon after, Xiaozhi came back with a log about ten centimeters long and about ten centimeters in diameter.
Kuck took the log, then walked to the table, opened the drawer, took out a knife, and sat on the ground. The knife gestured at the log for a while and began to cut it.
Xiaozhi tilted her neck and looked at Uncle Mark's actions. She knew that Uncle Mark was very powerful! She had secretly seen Uncle Mark lift a tofu board more than one meter high with one hand!
But Uncle Mark didn't talk much most of the time.
"Uncle Mark, what are you doing?"
Kuck didn't pay attention to her, but just used the knife to cut the log in his hand. Xiaozhi had long been accustomed to his silence. She didn't make a fuss at this time, but directly lay on the ground and held her chin with both hands.
Her chubby and soft calves kicked up and down. She looked at Uncle Mark like this and only felt that it was interesting.
Gradually, she got tired and simply fell asleep.
Kuck stopped the movement of his hands, picked up Xiaozhi, put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and began to sit on the ground again, carving the wood in his hand.
Every time he slashed, wood chips would fly out like fluffy cotton.
When he finished the last cut, there was already a pile of wood chips on the ground. Kuck put down the knife, then blew at the last completed wood carving, blowing away the wood dust attached to it, and then put it among the wood chips.
This was a swan.
It was waving its wings in the wood shavings. It was so lifelike that it looked like a real swan that had landed in the snow.
He put this wooden swan in Xiaozhi's arms, then picked her up again and sent her back to her room.
Cook returned to his room again, swept away the wood shavings on the ground, turned off the lights, and sat there alone.
Tomorrow, it will probably be like this, Kuck thought silently.
He didn't know that a pair of eyes were silently staring at this small tofu shop not far away … not only looking at the dark room where Kuck was, but also looking at San Er who was busy cleaning up the shop in front of the shop.
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"Ah … why do I suddenly have a feeling that it's not bad for Kuck to go on like this?"
Sitting cross-legged on the roof of a house, Nero, who was holding a painting tube with both hands, was chewing a cheap bread 'taken' from a nearby canteen at this time.
Yamato in the painting tube made a whisper at this time — of course, only its host, Nero, could hear the whisper.
"Oh? You want to eat Kuck? " Nero looked at the painting tube and said mockingly, "Why didn't I see you so energetic when you were in the boss's house?"
The painting tube trembled slightly as if it was dissatisfied.
"It's very troublesome to eat Kuck." Nero shook her head and said, "At least the old guys in the club will not let me go … Although I can just escape, it's still very troublesome. Running around the world and being chased or something."
Nero lay down with her hands on her head, crossed her legs, and squinted leisurely. Suddenly, she showed a mischievous smile, "But, if Kuck goes crazy, do you think he can beat me?"
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