Chapter 113
In that chaotic crowd, amidst a group of people watching from the sidelines.
Did it just disappear without a trace?
Originium Arts? Or something else?
"Ah, Zuo Jian, he said he went back to cook for Skadi."
Laurentina put away her Meat Saw and walked to the center of the Glasgow Gang to answer Vina's question.
"Go back... and cook..."
Vina repeated the other person's words, but her eyes never left Laurentina.
She clearly remembered the look in Zuo Jian's eyes when he got up and left the room.
He looked like a raging beast disturbed from hibernation.
She had already mentally prepared herself for the other party to come here and crush those gangsters in this alley.
However, what she saw at this moment was clearly too "gentle" compared to her expectations.
Among that group, the one who was probably the most seriously injured was...
Those were the ones whose bones were directly broken by Laurentina.
Is that really the case?
Of course not.
It's quite obvious... Zuo Jian probably wants to do something more than he realizes...
Why think so much?
Laurentina's voice interrupted her thoughts. She stepped forward, glanced at the Warhammer in her hand, and then spoke as she walked.
"He just doesn't want you to see those unpleasant scenes. Since that's the case, why don't you just go along with it? Just consider the matter over for today, go home peacefully, go back to bed, leave behind the day's burdens and troubles, and fall asleep peacefully."
"So, when the next day arrives, you'll be greeted only by a brighter tomorrow, won't you?"
After Laurentina finished speaking, she prepared to leave.
"I just don't want to ignore the killings that I caused; at least... let me face them..."
Vina spoke up, wanting to refute Laurentina.
However, the latter turned around and gave a look that seemed to be both disdainful and mocking.
"Because of you? Ms. Vina, please don't be so self-righteous. I don't think Zuo Jian is qualified to take action just because of your demands."
"I know Zuo Jian much better than you do. He wouldn't do something he himself would despise just because of you."
"That..."
"Everything has a source. What prompted him to take action was not you, nor your group of hot-blooded gangster friends, but—the gang itself."
After saying that, Laurentina fell silent and slowly disappeared into the darkness around the street corner.
The door creaked open.
"Zuo Jian! Come back... Oh, it's Shark."
Skadi, who was lying on the sofa, quickly got up after hearing the sound of the door opening. However, the next moment, when she saw who it was, disappointment was practically written all over her face.
"Didn't your captain tell you that sometimes it's rude to wear your emotions on your sleeve?"
Laurentina stepped forward with a smile, pinching Skadi's cheek with a hint of annoyance.
"Um--Captain, the captain himself is like that too... He even said not to imitate you guys by speaking in such roundabout ways."
"So he's actually not popular either, don't end up like that."
He let go, glancing helplessly at Skadi had already slumped back onto the sofa.
"Alright, I'm going to the kitchen to cook. Zuo Jian has something to do and won't be back for a while."
"Well?"
Skadi was startled, then a hint of doubt appeared on her face. She glanced at Laurentina in front of her; in her memory, the only thing Laurentina had ever held was a saw... for cooking...
I have no recollection of it; all I can remember is the dry taste of individual soldier rations.
"Shark, you can cook?"
Although it was very impolite, Skadi didn't realize that questioning was impolite, so she rounded it up and realized it wasn't impolite at all.
"... No, but you can learn!"
Laurentina smiled and took out a book that looked like it had just been bought from the bag she had brought back.
"<One Hundred Recipes a Wife Should Know>? What a strange title, and the original author is from the Flame Kingdom. Shark, can you really understand it? The captain said that articles and recipes by the Flame Kingdom are the most difficult to understand..."
"Just kidding. Ulpian's inability to understand is purely a personal problem. I'm not like your captain."
"But I don't understand it either."
"Then you've been led astray by him."
Laurentina walked into the kitchen with books and fresh ingredients, leaving behind a confident smile.
Don't worry.
Ten minutes later.
"Appropriate amount... a small amount... damn it, how much exactly?! What does 'stir-fry until fragrant' even mean... what's the difference?! Wait... it smells burnt!"
"Oh no! It looks like it's going to burn!!!"
Laurentina fumbled around, clutching the book in her hands, which offered almost no reliable reference, as her kitchen grew increasingly chaotic.
"... Damn it."
"Wow... Shark, are these dishes? They look so exquisite."
Skadi sat at the dining table, gazing at the various lifelike carvings before her.
"Ahem... didn't I tell you? A piece of cake."
Laurentina, sitting to one side, spoke up dismissively.
Looking at the various carvings in front of her, Skadi used her fork to pick up a piece of food that looked like a fish leaping out of the water and put it in her mouth.
"Carrots... raw..."
After a moment of silence, she picked up another pure white dish carved like a flower.
"... The white radish... is still raw..."
Skadi glanced at the other dishes on the table; although they were exquisitely carved... they all seemed to be raw vegetables.
"Um, Shark, this doesn't seem like something for cooking... carving, you could try finding some stones..."
"Ha! Skadi! Are you going to be so picky just because the food doesn't suit your taste?!"
Laurentina hesitated for a moment before slamming her hand on the table and shouting.
"No... but these are all raw..."
"Have you forgotten what your captain taught you? Have you forgotten how Abyssal Hunters adapt to their environment?!"
"But you just said the captain was bad..."
As night fell, atop the towering clock tower, a strange figure slowly opened its pupils.
The four twisted limbs gripped the sharp lightning rod at the top of the clock tower, securing their bodies above it.
[Sometimes I almost forget that I'm practically a "monster".]
[... One in a bar, one in a hotel, and one in a casino—good, they're all enclosed places, very good--]
(Bad news, only one update tonight. The make-up chapter will be postponed to tomorrow or the day after. I feel like my counselor is really treating me like a slave. He dumps everything on my buddies, and he doesn't even give me any points for my "byd". Basically, he's making me work myself to death...)
(Damn it, how could this happen? Do they think college students are just like Palu?! Is there no law anymore?! Damn it!)
Chapter 69, Victoria and the Infection (Part 2)
"... Sigh... I knew it would turn out like this..."
The Doctor stood in the middle of the street, which was as bright as day illuminated by neon lights, and looked down at his slightly ill-fitting beige British-style overcoat.
Its excessively long hemline extended even beyond that of a pencil skirt, and the sunken area at the chest when the zipper was zipped up gave her a sense of malice...
So after a few seconds of thought, she decisively unzipped her jacket, revealing the black undergarment she was wearing.
The large pockets on both sides were stuffed with various pens and notebooks.
As well as--
She turned her head and glanced behind her at Aiden, who was looking around with curiosity.
Compared to the Doctor who was wearing ill-fitting clothes, the latter's attire now appeared appropriate, and he looked much more energetic.
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She glanced at the other person, who was carrying only a camera bag.
There was only an old-fashioned camera in that bag.
"Senior, speaking of which, I feel like you look familiar. Didn't we meet before—"
Before Aiden could finish speaking, he was met with a fierce glare from the Doctor as he turned around.
"Aiden, we're working right now, you know? At times like these, you'd better use your restless energy to check your equipment and make sure it doesn't break down later."
"Instead of thinking you're free and just chatting casually, if you think you're free, can't you find something to do?"
"... Sorry, you seemed... not in a good mood?"
Aiden shrank back, no longer daring to speak to his "senior".
Mood? Ha, it would be a miracle if the Doctor was in a good mood right now.
Let's rewind a few hours.
"Oh, welcome, Mr. Aiden! Our newspaper is exactly looking for a cameraman like you!"
"Oh, thank you, boss! I'll work hard!"
"Great! Very energetic!"
The bald boss's fierce face, when he smiled, was almost as abstract as a brown bear's smile.
However, the joy that radiated from his brow was genuine.
"Um, what will my job be after I join the company?"
Aiden, holding his camera, asked with some curiosity.
The moment work was mentioned, the boss instantly perked up and immediately pulled a sticky note from his waist and handed it to Aiden.
"Good, good, good! I like energetic young people like you! Here, catch it."
The boss handed the sticky note to Aiden, who took it and glanced at the contents.
"... The hotel's address?"
"I got this opportunity through a friend. There's a woman staying at the hotel upstairs recently, and I heard she used to be the mistress of a famous male star, so I'm hoping to get some gossip out of her!"
Aiden finished signing the note and sighed inwardly.
Well.
It wasn't what he expected, but... he wasn't entirely against this type of interview.
But.
"Seriously, am I the only one here? Shouldn't there be at least two people conducting an interview? One to ask questions and the other to take photos..."