Chapter 2: The Maid

"Hey, the maid on the laundry board over there, there is not enough soy sauce!" The person who spoke was an ordinary mercenary, and there was an ordinary steak on the table in front of him. The only unusual thing was that it was obviously a meat sauce, but it was added with soy sauce. It was really a very unsimple taste.

However, people around you seem to be familiar with this. As an era where as long as there is love and pseudo-beautiful girls can get pregnant, it is indeed not surprising that a unique taste is indeed not a strange thing.

The only thing that made the mercenaries around him care about was how the maid who was called would respond to him?

It was a short-haired girl wearing a maid outfit, carrying a strange sword behind her back, sitting at the maid's job in an absolutely professional position, looking like a senior maid, but the only thing that didn't match the maid was her expression, which was not as if she was what a maid should have, but it seemed like she was doing something very reluctant.

But it is true that they are not professional maids at all. They are just small teams who want to participate in this task for commissions. Moreover, because there are too few people, they can only do the "fire head army", the mercenaries understood this.

The short-haired maid stopped what was in her hands and seemed to hear something she cared about. Indeed, if it were a girl of this age, she should have reached the stage of caring about her figure!

"Are you an idiot who can add soy sauce to eat meat chops? Are you ordering me?" The little maid was as angry as the people around you imagined, but the reason for being angry was not because of her figure.

Even though he said this, he still added a lot of soy sauce to the meat steak according to the mercenary's intention. The only thing that exceeded expectations was that because it fell too fast, not only did the mercenary's leather armor splash some on it, but even his face was not immune to the disaster.

"You guy..." The mercenary who was splashed on his face was a little furious.

"No, I just did it as you like. Don't you like soy sauce?" The maid took the cup on his table indifferently at the mercenary who was glaring in front of him.

The water inside was already half drunk, so the maid girl added a lot of soy sauce to his cup. Even if anyone likes soy sauce, they would not reach this level, right? This is definitely a revenge...

Originally, for ordinary mercenaries who do things based entirely on their preferences, they should have responded immediately, but he did not do so, because of the maid's next move.

"Don't be satisfied?" said malicious words with a completely opposite expression to the tender face.

At the same time, the mercenary noticed that the cup she handed back, the originally round cup mouth seemed to have turned into an oval because of some force - this is a steel cup prepared for durability!

"No, no, I mean... I'm very satisfied." Mercenaries don't know what happened to such a strange power, but what he can be sure of is that he absolutely cannot do this level. Being a mercenary is actually very simple, so simple that as long as you don't mess with a role that is better than you - this is the first and only one of the mercenary rules.

At the same time, he noticed that the people on the table opposite were perhaps a little dark in one of their eyes, or perhaps the peers with tape on their faces showed an unknown smile to him.

"Oh, Rorona, you get along well with those mercenaries!" The carriage to which Rorona belongs, the mercenary group named "Loli House" by Allen is at the end of the team. As soon as she returns to the carriage, Allen's greetings came.

Rorona once asked why he wanted to give such a strange name. Since it was the group he and Eve started, then wasn’t it just two people and one dog (wolf?) at the beginning? Eve was the only one who met the Loli’s requirement!

Names and other things... are originally a sustenance for good intentions, right? They are like Wangcai, Laifu, etc. This was Allen's answer at that time.

At the same time, just think about it carefully. If this is true, then this name will undoubtedly expose Allen's "sincere" intentions...

"Is that also called getting along well?" Rorona replied in confusion.

But thinking about it, it is true that the people outside are all ordinary mercenaries. As long as this guy shows his strength in comparison, he will "get along" very well, just like the fat tiger in Doraemon is like Nobita...

Noting that there was still a lunch that had not been delivered on the table next to it, Rorona asked in confusion: "Whose he belongs to this?"

"Well... I'm going to send it to the car at the front of the fleet, which is the employer of this mission, the publisher. I think you should be interested in that guy, so I'll keep it here and wait for you to send it to you..." Allen thought for a while and said.

Maybe the guy in front of him still has the intention of being lazy? But Rorona didn't care about this.

As he said, in this team composed of many mercenary groups, this fleet of at least a few hundred people is served by the only employer.

Moreover, the recruitment of not high-end and top mercenary groups is not a high-end team, but a second-rate team with only a numerical advantage. Regardless of the level, everyone will come, and only expand for the growth of the number of people.

If it weren't for the known mission to be related to the goblin he was looking for, and the mercenary union would not accept tasks involving the country, and would even have the illusion that the guy was trying to start a war.

If Allen's information is correct, that guy's purpose must have some degree of overlap with his own and his group's purpose.

"interesting……"

As Allen said, it is necessary to see that guy whether it is in a relationship of mutual use or competition. Just leaving this sentence, Rorona walked out of the carriage with lunch.

"That...sir, I came here to deliver lunch." Rorona knocked on the door at the front of the convoy.

At this time, whether it was her dignified behavior or her polite words, she was completely consistent with the maid outfit she was wearing. Anyway, if Allen or Eve saw it, she would definitely question "This guy is not Rorona!" in disbelief.

At this moment, it is like a maid emitting a light called "perfect" - covering up her own light with false light, just like some fish, it will disguise itself as something like a reef and take prey lightly.

The mask, or illusion, is sometimes an essential thing to accomplish the purpose. There is no response inside, but Rorona still knocks on the car door patiently and rhythmically...

"Come in..." There was a voice of answering inside.

Rorona pushed open the door. She thought she would be like a guy inside, but she didn't expect that she was just an ordinary-looking old man.

The hair as white as the snow on the snowy mountain was neatly combed, with an ordinary face. The only extraordinary thing in terms of appearance is that there are no wrinkles on the face, which will have the idea that he is an old man, but because of the white hair that symbolizes the long years and the old voice.

The old man who was sitting in the car liked to sit on a rocking chair, holding a book with a blue cover thicker than a brick in his hand, and two of the same thickness, which completely escaped the gravity of the ground and floated on both sides beside him.

Is it magic? Although I think so, Rorona would not have the idea of ​​being a magician, because he was wearing a holy robe that only clergymen would wear, with white background and gold edges, and there was no level or position at all...

"Well, I'm in trouble, please put it on the table next to you."

I had known for a long time that the person who came was just a maid, and the old man's eyes did not leave the book and cast it on Rorona.

Rorona, who put the meal on the table, could instinctively leave, but if it was just like this, it would obviously not be in line with her intention and had no contact at all. Didn’t it just become a mere helping Allen do things and run errands?

Just like a maid asking for a tip after completing the task, she stood quietly next to the old man and took this opportunity to look at him.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and the latter even had no response to the person standing next to him. Rorona couldn't help but think that this guy must have never hired a maid.

"Sir, why don't you hire some top mercenaries? It's probably a very difficult task to use so many people, right?" Rorona, who couldn't stand the silence, asked first.

It seemed that he was stunned by the sudden question from someone else, and the old man stopped turning the page.

"Haha, even monsters from the same cat family have level 0 pets, which is the difference between level 9 holy beasts." I don't care whether the other party can understand it at all, and say things that the person who talks about is generally unable to understand.

“That is, will you consider whether you can control it before choosing a tool?”

"Oh? I didn't expect you to understand what I meant by little sister. It seems that we are the same type of people." I was surprised and looked at the girl beside me, as if I had just begun to look at the people around me from now on: "Tell me, do you have anything else to do with your maid?"

And it seems that I have only noticed this until now.

Rorona was silent for a while, and reached out to rub it in front of him.

"Tip, please give the maid a tip after doing things. This is the truth of the maid world, right?" He told the truth of the world.

Rorona's words stunned the old man again, and it seemed that he didn't expect this.

A coin was stuffed into Rorona's hands. She was thinking that she was so stingy. Rorona, who was just such a little, stopped thinking about it after taking a serious look - a gold coin lying in her palm.

Although she is no longer a little maid who has never seen gold coins before, she still shocked her to get gold coins by just one tip.

It seemed as if Rorona had seen what she thought: "If it was just coins, the maid's sister could confirm her value, then it was not much."

Rorona, who received the tip, no excuses to stay here, and she didn't plan to get in touch with such a guy who was weird no matter how you look at it.

"Speaking of this, does the maid believe in the existence of the fairy?" the old man asked Rorona who had already walked out.

“…Believe it.”
Chapter completed!