America? No, it's the warp!

Fortunately, no one, including Claire, noticed anything amiss; she was also quite surprised to run into her colleague there.

"I just found a part-time job here to fill my free time after my shift ends."

"Alright! Could you recommend some of our signature dishes? Our budget is under $100."

Logan handed the menu back to her; with her as a bartender, he didn't have to sift through the mediocre British food himself.

"Okay! I'll definitely make sure you're satisfied!"

A dozen minutes later, the Farmer's Cold Appetizer was served. On a large wooden tray were a large wedge-shaped piece of cheddar cheese and a small piece of goat cheese, with several slices of salami next to it, along with large slices of country bread and pickles.

The white, red, yellow, and green colors intertwined, resembling a painting in the style of the English countryside, but to these three roughnecks, it was merely an appetizer. They cut open the bread, added cheese, sausage, and pickles, turning this painting into a sandwich.

Ten minutes later, the first main course, Britain's national dish, fish and chips, arrived. Golden and crispy chips were piled high, and cod fillets were coated in batter and fried until golden brown. Tartar sauce and ketchup were served on the side.

"The best food in Britain, you have to try it."

Logan divided the fish and chips into three equal portions and urged his two underlings to try them quickly.

Jonah and Shawn forked the fish fillet and fries, dipped them in their favorite sauce, and put them in their mouths. After swallowing, they looked at each other but did not immediately offer any comments.

Seeing this, Logan revealed a triumphant smile: "How about that?"

"It's delicious!" Sean acted as if he were eating China's national dish, but it sounded a bit fake.

Jonah was more honest: "It's alright, I guess."

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other again, as if questioning why their words differed from their own.

"No need to flatter me, understand, Sean?" Logan wasn't one for sycophancy, then pointed to the fish and chips and laughed, "Pretty ordinary, isn't it? Not much different from KFC. This is British food."

Jonah suppressed the urge to laugh and just kept stuffing fries into his mouth, while Sean's face darkened, and he tried to change the subject to cover up his embarrassment:

"Speaking of which, I think I have some recollection of you as a friend."

Seeing that the other two were drawn to the new topic, he continued, "I used to see her often in the afternoons near the waterfall square. She would usually be looking around, as if she was looking for someone."

"Hiss...yes, I remember that too." Jonah stopped stuffing fries into his hands and nodded in agreement.

"Is that so?" Logan pondered the possibility.

"First of all, she couldn't possibly be looking for me; I just met her two days ago. So who could she be looking for?"

"The waterfall park has completely become a gathering place for homeless people. Nobody usually comes here. Does she know someone among the homeless?"

Thinking about this, he realized something he might have been misunderstanding all along:

"Her enthusiasm for me might not be because of my handsome face, but because she wants to get information about someone she knows from me."

Why do I feel a little disappointed?

The arrival of another main course interrupted his thoughts.

Shepherd's Pie, as the name suggests, is a dish originating from the lives of shepherds. It is topped with a thick layer of mashed potatoes, and underneath is a dark brown minced lamb mixed with diced carrots, peas, and chopped onions.

The three of them cherished the food and ate it all up. Jonah even wiped the crumbs in his bowl clean with the cutting board.

"Fish and chips, $25; Shepherd's pie, $22; Farmer's cold cut, $19; Three lemonades, $12; Total: $78."

Logan took out the $100 and handed it to Claire, saying, "The rest is your tip."

"You're so generous!"

"A tip of around 18% is the most reasonable standard; Claire's service deserves that."

After the meal, the rain had stopped, and people began to come out for some activities. The three of them strolled around the waterfall park to digest their food. If you didn't care about the litter everywhere, the homeless people lying sprawled out, and the stench that the rain couldn't wash away overnight, it would be a good place to take a walk.

Logan used to feel tired after meals, a condition commonly known as "carb sickness".

But now, after eating, he only feels the energy of high blood sugar, without any sense of fatigue.

Just like food, once digested and absorbed into the intestines and bloodstream, is propelled by a vigorous and powerful heart, rushing to every cell in the body and taking effect in a timely manner.

"This way, we won't need to use purulent pulsation frequently, saving thyroid hormones for when they're necessary."

Around 2 p.m., the two younger brothers were taking a nap in the tent, while Logan, not sleepy, was sitting on the edge of the flower bed contemplating his plans:

"Completing more tasks is still the most important thing right now; I need to find more ways to trigger more tasks."

"I currently have $300 on hand, which is a long way from buying a new house, and I don't have any other urgent needs, so I can save it for now."

"If you have time tomorrow, go check your identification information. You can't keep living without any documents."

"and……"

Thinking of this, he recalled a sentence the manager of the Yezi specialty store had said yesterday.

"Maybe it's not that my discharge pay wasn't received, but rather that someone else intercepted it?"

The image of Bicth, who had driven the original owner out of his home, immediately flashed into his mind.

As he was pondering this, a figure in front of him caught his attention.

He was dressed casually, of medium height, with an amazing figure and blond hair, and was furtively looking around.

It's Claire again.

"Why does it look like they're stalking you?"

Before he could even guess what was going on, the other person spotted him and, like a drowning person grabbing onto a plank, ran over, waving and shouting, "Hey! Logan! You're here too!"

"I live here." He pointed to the black tent next to him.

"That's great!" Claire rushed over and sat down next to him.

"What's so good about it? I'm already a homeless person."

That's not what I meant.

Claire's usual smile faded, and she stared intently into his eyes. "Do you know why I've been so enthusiastic towards you from the very first moment I saw you?"

"Isn't it because I'm handsome?"

Although I'm a bit narcissistic, and although I already had other guesses while eating, I believe in Slaanesh and that's it.

Claire stared at his face so closely for the first time, and after several seconds she continued, "He is indeed very handsome, but that's not the main reason."

"It's mainly because you're a homeless person in the neighborhood, and I'm looking for someone in the neighborhood who is also likely a homeless person."

Who is it?

"I haven't been in touch with my brother for six years, and I don't have his number saved."

At this point, Claire's expression had become quite downcast, her eyes fixed on the ground, seemingly lost in thought.

[Quest Reward: Siblings]

[Sister Claire, a healer, has an older brother, but they have been separated for six years due to the war. She chose to come to this planetary battlefield because the last news of her brother came from here. She wants to find her brother, whether he is alive or dead, and make this longing a reality.]

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

"The mission's here; looks like I'll have to meddle more in other people's business from now on."

"Six years..."

Six years!

Logan suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he had also heard someone say that he hadn't seen his sister for six years.