Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 277: Tit-for-tat, on the verge of breaking out

At this moment, Millie "Mr." Tang was making coffee in the living room on the first floor of his house.

She barely managed to seal the Eternal Burning Stone last night. When she looked up, it was almost dawn. She was extremely tired after working all night but had no desire to sleep. She also took the opportunity to study the amber pendant.

First, he copied the spell on paper and prepared various measures in case the ancient relic went out of control. Then he found a small file and ground the amber bit by bit.

There was a small fang sealed in the amber, which looked like the tooth of a small feline like a cat. Milly Tang looked through the books in her home, but found that she couldn't find the book she wanted. She estimated that she would have to go to the Investigation Department to borrow it in a few days, so she packed up all her things and left the study.

In the restaurant, Liu Yonglu had already gone out, leaving breakfast and a note. After breakfast, she went back to her bedroom and had a good sleep.

I slept until the afternoon and then went downstairs. While leisurely drinking coffee, I really found some of the feeling I had when I was doing research alone in the past.

After drinking coffee, Millie Tang looked at the watch. It was almost six o'clock. She opened the drawer and picked some food. During the time when she and Liu Yonglu were away, Marquette had been responsible for delivering meals to the three people at home, so there were still a lot of food stored.

She picked out a few of Xiaohu's favorite foods and threw them into the basin to wash. She didn't know how to cook, but she could do some preparatory work.

While washing vegetables, she was thinking about what had happened during this period.

It would be best if the Everburning Stone was placed on the second underground floor of the Investigation Department in a few days. This thing was too dangerous. She knew several uses for it, but they were only for big occasions. Not to mention Ricky, even she didn't have the ability to preside over such a large-scale mass. Perhaps it would be better to replace it with other ancient relics.

The amber pendant was taken from the assassin. At this time, the people of the Savage Continent wanted to kill Nicholas. It must be related to the Continental Expo. Maybe the boss named Balkan and his accomplices were staying in New Newrent.

Speaking of opponents hiding in the corner... Millie Tang's mouth twitched. She wondered if Ricky would visit her restaurant when he returned to New New Lent today.

When Marquette saw him yesterday, the two of them whispered to each other for a long time, deliberately trying not to let him hear. They were probably talking about the restaurant, which would be opening soon.

I wonder if Miss White still goes to the store to play the piano recently.

The riot in Norweden had been reported in the newspaper a few days ago. Milly Tang also bought a copy on the way home. Such a big scene was probably the work of Wordsworth. But she had clearly misled White and let them take the sea route, so how could she be blocked by Wordsworth?
Was White not Wordsworth's man? Or was she smarter than she thought and had seen through the lie?

While Millie Tang was daydreaming, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

The skinny boy Shani came downstairs with a basin of water, apparently preparing to pour water for the chickens. When he saw Millie Tang washing vegetables, he looked respectful and quickly called out:
"Master's wife, you are washing the vegetables."

"..."

Millie Tang was speechless and didn't know what to say. The water was flowing. She just stared at Shani blankly. After a while, she spoke:
"Your master told you to yell like that!? You still..."

Millie Tang wanted to change her address, but she had stopped using a male voice at home since yesterday. Calling her "Mr. Millie Tang" was awkward. "Ms. Millie Tang"? Don't be ridiculous. She had never been called that since she was born.

"Yes, Master's wife, please don't wash it, let me do it."

While she was stunned, Shani had already changed the water for the chickens and came over enthusiastically to help wash the vegetables.

During the past half month, he did not learn much skills from Liu Yonglu. He just hung out with Xiaohu every day. Instead of feeling any resentment, he admired his master even more.

Why? Because he can also feel Xiaohu's status. The master is Xiaohu's master, so his ability can't be any different!
I have to show my abilities during this period of time. After I have taken care of Xiaohu and the master's wife, the master will see that I am honest and capable and will definitely teach me my real skills.

"Shani, are you used to staying at home recently?"

Millie Tang wiped her hands on her apron.

"It's a good habit. Xiaohu occasionally teaches me a few of Master's spells. I heard that Master practices secretly by himself at night. If I behave well, Master will teach me later."

Sitting at the table and looking at the silly Mr. Shani, Millie Tang felt strange. How come there are always fools for him to meet in this world?

Shani has been quite well behaved recently. After all, Xiaohu is watching over him, so maybe he will be useful in the future.

"Shani, have you read the books I gave you?"

"I've finished reading it, Master's Wife. I was going to ask you to exchange a few more books in the next two days."

The books that Millie Tang lent to Shani were all about gardening, vegetable farming, cooking, and a few arithmetic books. She was not stupid enough to lend him an ancient book containing forbidden spells.

"Well, do you want to help... that, Master's wife, with a favor recently?"

"No problem, Master's wife, please tell me."

Shani turned his head and nodded excitedly.

"Your master opened a restaurant, you know."

"Yes, Mr. Marquette told us."

"But the restaurant is still in need of a manager. Would you like to share the burden with your chef?"

"Master's wife, this, this... do you think I can do it?"

The dishes were washed, and Xia Ni moved a chair and said excitedly. He had been bored at Millie Tang's for half a month. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to go out, but he couldn't go out until his master came back. He heard that his master's wife wanted him to be a manager, so how could he not be excited.

"You have finished reading those arithmetic books. I believe you will be fine."

"Oh, so what else does this manager have to be responsible for besides accounting? Hehe, I'm afraid of causing trouble for my master and getting scolded when I get back."

"Well, I'm glad you asked."

Millie Tang continued with a smile: "There is a silver-haired girl named White who plays the piano in your master's restaurant. Can you help me..."

As Mili Tang spoke, Shani nodded, keeping all of Mili Tang's words in mind. ...

At the same time, in Canary Wharf, New London, White came back from Liu Yonglu's restaurant and pushed the door open to see Painter's Hat standing in the middle of his room, along with several empty wine bottles on the table.

He was pacing back and forth in the room, holding a glass of red wine and fiddling with a clockwork device in his hands.

"Mr. Alva, you are back. Is everything going well?"

White took off her cheap earrings and threw them on the table.

"Smoothly? Do you think I'm doing well? Let me tell you what happened in the past few days.

I dragged the damn statue across the sea and waited there foolishly, not only having to endure the ridicule of the zombie cultists, but also the disgusting mutterings at night.

Guess who escorted Nikolai, Dou Nivar! Investigator Ricky.

Didn't you tell me that guy would go by sea? Why didn't he show up? Tell me why!"

When he got excited, Painter Hat threw the clockwork toy in his hand towards the dressing table, and the dressing mirror was smashed into exaggerated spider-web cracks.

The painter's hair on his hat was a little messy. He stood there with drunken eyes, wanting to vent but not knowing where to put his strength.

"Alva, you will never achieve anything if you continue like this."

"Look at that guy. He can attend classes here because of his father's connections. Oh, I almost forgot, his father is just a dog of the Wisdom God Church. Then what do you think he is? Haha."

"You have talent, but sometimes you need to learn more from your father. I don't want to see such stupid mistakes next time."

"Alva, does your father not want you anymore? Then you can have a drink with me. If you want the girls to call you the greatest genius in the Western Continent, I can let them do that."

Scenes, intentional or unintentional, flashed through Painter Hat's mind. He had a splitting headache. It came again, this frustrating feeling. Everything was going smoothly at the beginning, but why did something always go wrong at the critical moment?

"Are you done smashing it? If you are, I will have to find someone to replace it with a new one tomorrow morning. I can't live without a dressing mirror."

White smiled inappropriately, looked at his broken face in the mirror, removed his makeup, ignored Alva's ugly expression and continued:
“Mr. Alva, don’t get me wrong, I’m not making fun of you, I’ve seen too many men in the club.

I've seen rich, powerful, complacent, and drunken people.

Do you know who I see this expression on most often? Those businessmen who have become rich in recent years.

They run a wide variety of businesses, including ocean freight, lending, and leather processing, but they all have one thing in common: they have only become rich in recent years, have no foundation, and are easily angered.

White turned around and smiled charmingly:

"Easy to get, easy to lose. My heart is as fragile as a sugar cube, which melts immediately when thrown into hot coffee.

But those pretentious noble lords never act like this. They are fearless and I believe this has nothing to do with their surnames and bloodlines.

I think these old guys have learned something from the rise of their family. Outsiders who examine their family often measure the rise and fall over decades or even hundreds of years, so these old guys are always particularly relaxed. They may think that a little grievance or loss for a while is nothing.

Mr. Alva, what do you think?

Maybe White's comfort worked, or maybe Alva figured it out himself, anyway, he sat on White's bed and took a long breath.

Indeed, there was still a month to go before the Continental Exposition, and although Wordsworth was unhappy with himself he had not been able to take back Nicola's invention, and the collaboration between the two sides would continue.

"By the way, Dou Niwar's restaurant is about to open, in just a week.

I believe that during this period, I can still get in touch with him more."

After removing his makeup, White looked at the embarrassed Alva and continued:

"You men are so anxious. I have only come into contact with Dou Nival twice. If you expect me to take him down easily, you are overestimating me."

Yes, White had only contacted Dou Nivar twice, why was he in such a hurry?

Thinking of this, Alva stood up, smoothed his hair, and put on his iconic painter's hat. He waved at White, and the drunkenness in his eyes had gone by 70%.

He strode out of the cabin and into the cabin, where a meeting was taking place in the largest living room of the cabin.

Alva knocked on the door and entered. Wordsworth sat in the host's seat, while the owner Balkan, who had asked him to come out of the Dry Well Inn two days ago, sat in the guest's seat. Next to him sat a young man with exotic clothes and a big beard.

Seeing me come in, he nodded at me with a smile.

Good Thursday, good Thursday, today's jokes are here again.

Recently, my body and mind have adjusted a little bit. Hehe, in fact, sometimes I think that if I were still in my 20s, I would also be a ruthless coding machine! (Confident face)

Haha, but flowers may bloom again, but people can never be young again, so the old man can only do his best.

Today I’m recommending a friend’s new book. I’ve just started reading it.

The person standing in front of you now is the creator of the college toilet, the soldier king of the sports school, the fifth-level mental patient, the father of ghosts, the queen of all females in the other world, and the conqueror of the seven ghost realms - Cheng Bohan!

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(End of this chapter)