In Sugarcane Grove, which is next to Mount Colubo, a girl with short dark green hair wearing a headscarf is skillfully harvesting sugar cane.
The tall stalks are arranged densely, and the leaves are intertwined to form a long and narrow canopy, sifting the sunlight into countless fine strips of light.
The girl was so busy that she was sweating profusely. Her thin clothes clung to her delicate body, which was beginning to take shape, highlighting her seductive curves.
Sweat slipped from her forehead and flowed into her collar along the arc of her neck. She loaded the last bundle of sugar cane into the cart and pushed the cart toward the town.
The wheels rolled over the dirt road, making a dull grunting sound. A tall, muscular man with a round waist walked towards him.
The visitor stared at the girl's sweat-soaked clothes and felt something in his throat.
"Makino, be my woman! You also like me, right?"
The beautiful scenery in front of him made Randall feel his mouth dry. He spoke his inner thoughts without thinking.
Makino subconsciously covered his chest, showing a look of disgust.
"Mr. Randall, I have said it many times. I don't want to consider personal feelings for the time being. Please respect yourself."
Hearing this, Randall refused to give up.
"Don't be shy! Be brave and face your heart!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and approached Makino step by step. The shadow stretched on the ground, covering her.
"Don't come here! Otherwise I won't be polite!"
Makino picked up the sugar cane harvesting tool and waved it around randomly. The hook-shaped cutting knife drew several messy arcs in the air.
Randall turned a deaf ear. He took a few big steps forward, grabbed the tool and threw it aside. The iron tool hit the soil, making a dull sound. Then he covered Makino's mouth with one hand and pushed it to a rock. The edges of the rock pinched her back. The other hand began to untie her belt.
Makino fought hard, tears welling up in his eyes.
Randall, who was already physically strong, developed better after receiving adequate nutritional supplements. How could she resist?
Just when she was desperate, a door Air Door opened from the void, and a handsome silver-haired young man walked out. The visitor glanced at the scene in front of him, raised his arms, and held the air.
The blood in Randall's body suddenly rioted. The flow rate increased dozens of times, destroying his body from the inside out. He was killed on the spot, and blood splashed all over Makino's body.
Blood drops fell on her headscarf, cheeks, and collar, as if someone had thrown a whole can of red paint at her.
Air Door dissipated, and Lucas walked up to the shocked Makino, showing a gentle smile.
"Are you okay?"
For some reason, seeing this smile, Makino, who had seen such a bloody scene for the first time, immediately calmed down.
She nodded subconsciously.
"It's okay. Thank you, Mr. Eos."
Lucas is accustomed to having his identity revealed by someone he meets for the first time again. Not to mention that his reward order has already spread all over the world, and he has also set up a branch here specifically to have a legitimate reason to patronize.
In this case, it would be strange if Makino didn't recognize himself.
Lucas took off her coat and put it on Makino's shoulders. The lining of the coat still contained body heat, wrapping her shoulders and covering up the clothes stained red with blood.
"This is not the place to talk. Let's find another place. I'm curious. I've already raised the salary to such a high level, why do idle criminals still breed here? Has this guy not found a job? Please tell me carefully."
This is a lie.
Of course he knows that improving living conditions cannot change human nature.
This excuse is just to spend more time with Makino.
"If you want to get in touch with Luffy, it is necessary to have a good relationship with Makino."
The shameless Lu was trying to make amends for himself in his heart.
Looking up at the handsome face of the silver-haired young man, Makino nodded slightly.
"Okay. Please come with me."
Makino Home
The furnishings in the house are simple and tidy. A wooden square table is placed by the window. The tabletop is covered with a washed white plaid tablecloth. There are several small traces of sewing on the edge of the tablecloth, and the stitching is fine and neat.
There is a pot of green plants on the windowsill, the leaves have been polished until they are shiny, and a few strings of dried herbs are hung on the wall.
"Sorry for the poor reception. Please wait a moment. I'll go freshen up first and help you wash your stained coat. I'll talk to you in detail when I come out."
Makino placed a plate of freshly cut fruits with fresh fruit drops on them gently on the wooden table, picked up the coat stained with dark red bloodstains with his fingertips, his cheeks were hot, and he ran on the wooden floor towards the bathroom as if he was running away.
She didn't know why she took the man she met for the first time directly home, even though the tavern was a place where people could talk.
Since there was no furniture suitable for her body type, Lucas thought about it and took out a dark brown sofa covered with soft velvet cushions from Castle Space. She sat on it comfortably and picked up a piece of sweet and juicy watermelon on the table with her fingertips. She took a bite and the cold, sweet juice spread on the tip of her tongue. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.
He originally thought that it would take some effort to prepare the ground before he could approach this place, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and he arrived at Makino's residence in no time.
Compared to the mature and reliable Foosha Village bar proprietress in the original time and space, Makino, who has just grown up, has a youthful and unexperienced look in her eyes, which is endearing.
Speaking of which, Makino is almost like a biological sister to ASL Brothers.
As the saying goes, an eldest sister is like a mother, so wouldn't he have the opportunity to be the father of three brothers?
This identity seems to be closer than that of the leader, and it is easier to gain the other party's trust.
Just as he was thinking about this, Makino's shy and soft voice came from the direction of the closed bathroom:
"Mr. Eos, can you get me a change of clothes? I was in a hurry just now and completely forgot to get them. My room is next to the bathroom, please excuse me."
Hmm? There are also unexpected welfare plots?
Lucas's eyes lit up, he stood up and walked briskly to Makino's bedroom door.
When he opened the door, he could smell the faint fragrance of flowers filling the room. He took down a set of soft cotton underwear, a plain white short-sleeved shirt, and a long cotton skirt that was just down to his knees from the solid wood hanger against the wall.
This combination is already the most revealing daily attire. From this point of view, it is enough to see how restrained and polite Makino is on weekdays.
Lucas took the neatly folded clothes and walked to the bathroom door and stopped. He lightly knocked on the wooden door panel with his fingertips and called out warmly inside.
As the door latch made a slight sound, a white arm stained with wet moisture timidly poked out from the crack in the door that only allowed one hand to stretch out. Lucas gently put the clothes on the soft little hand, then turned around in a very gentlemanly manner and walked slowly to the other side of the living room with his back to the bathroom to wait.
Although he already has many wives, to be honest, he has never experienced a serious and gradual love experience so far.
Even for Gion, who became his woman first, their initial acquaintance was filled with a bit of tense testing, which was typical of getting on the bus first and paying for the ticket later. How can any serious person stab each other in the beginning of a relationship?
Lucas thought about it, this time is a rare good opportunity to make up for his "regret" of not having a serious relationship.
TO BE CONTINUED
(PS: The original Makino is already in her thirties, so her character cannot be copied directly.)