Start a Dungeon

This is a shop with less than 100 square meters in the past.

　　 But the business is so hot that it is basically crowded, and in the end it has to rely on MPs to stand on both sides to maintain order.

　　 There is a floating robot at the door to deliver bread to customers. The money is the same as Miranda's. The menu and payment code are posted on the outside. Just scan it.

　　In the small space in the shop, a few figures and various floating robots are constantly busy.

　　 Normally, it is much more expensive for merchants to hire robots than real people. The price of robots is set so high, mainly to allow merchants to hire manpower to increase employment opportunities. Lott didn't plan to keep working in this shop, so temporarily get some robots to help out and just do it casually.

　　 After seeing Eric, he walked to the back of the line and walked slowly along with the people in line.

　　Although he can use the identity of a brave to tell the MP to jump in directly, but it is also the basic etiquette of the hero to follow the order and order, but this noble profession can not be tainted by such trivial things, and the seniors will look down on it.

　　 As the team moved slowly forward, Eric listened to the voice talking next to him:

　　 "Why are you lining up again? Didn't you buy it just now?"

　　 "I just tried to buy a few. I didn't expect it to be so delicious. If you jump in the queue, MP won't let you go, so I can only wait in line."

　　 "Is this restaurant so delicious?"

　　 "You don't know? Then what are you in line?"

　　 "I think you are all in the row, so follow along."

　　 "I have eaten this bread in the morning. I don't know how to describe the taste, but when you take a bite, you will involuntarily want to bite down and eat it up in a few clicks."

"seriously."

　　 "Of course! It tastes so good, I'm going to buy some and bring it back to my family to taste."

　　 Listening to the various voices around, Eric couldn't help sighing: Senior is worthy of being an almighty hero. Whether he is holding a sword or holding a rolling pin, he can impress people to the ground.

　　 Time passed, and soon it was Eric's turn. Just when he was looking at the menu and just want to say something, the warlock next to him whispered: "Master Lott has been waiting in there for a long time."

　　 Eric heard it and strode in.

　　 The furnishings in the house are a bit messy

There is a large table in the innermost area. A middle-aged man sits and faces each other. Two middle-aged women next to each other take the reconciled bread to the counter and put various ingredients on the baking tray one by one. , Stuffed into a layer of ovens, the robot takes the baked dishes to the outside and sells them.

　　 It seems that the division of labor is clear and orderly.

　　 There is still a room inside, but the door is closed and it looks like a warehouse.

　　 Eric: "..."

　　 "Come on." Lott rolled the flour without looking back, "Come and sit down, kid."

　　 Eric sat quietly on the chair opposite him, just about to speak, when Lott tore off the disguise mask and smiled: "I don't want people to disturb the life here."

　　 "Oh~~" Eric suddenly.

　　 "Come and taste the craftsmanship of your sister-in-laws."

The robot next to 　　 floated close with a tray of bread with delicious rosin.

　　 Eric raised his head and looked at the counter. Two kind-looking middle-aged women looked at him and smiled slightly-Maria and Tina also wore disguise masks, and Lot didn't want people to see them.

　　 Eric smiled and nodded at the women, then took a bite of the bread.

　　 How can I describe that feeling? It's very smooth. When I bite it down, I think about taking a bite. After a few bites, I eat it all up, and then I automatically want to pick up the second one and stuff it into my mouth.

When Eric unknowingly ate 5 pieces of bread, he realized that he was a bit rude, so he hurriedly swallowed what was in his mouth, and stopped the outstretched hand—the last one didn’t get rid of it, and it felt a little bit unfortunately.

　　 "Eat the last one, your sisters-in-law don't like to waste." Lott motioned.

　　 "Eh eh!" Eric listened, and quickly took the last one and stuffed it in his mouth. After eating, he felt comfortable.

　　 Lot can make bread?

　　He can only make face-to-face, it was Maria taught him, nothing more.

　　 After waiting for a while, Lott said with a smile: "It's not just about eating bread this time."

　　 "Well, according to the internal statement of the association, juniors have to ask their seniors for their experience, so come and ask for advice."

　　 "Experience..."

life experience? To be honest, Lott’s actual age is 26, and although his master’s degree focuses on cultivating senior applied talents in all walks of life, there is no such thing as a brave man.

　　 The true memory of the brave, Lot has not inherited it.

"Eric, how old are you this year?" Lott tried to ask. The age of humans in this world can't be seen from the outside. Loli like Teresa are all 130-year-old monsters, and Fiona There are more than 50 husky-like characters.

　　 "18 years old," Eric said.

　　 "...very good."

that's good! Brother, I have a lot of life philosophy to teach you!

"The first point I teach you, although sometimes force cannot solve the problem, it is effective most of the time, because the number of intellectual disabilities in this world is far greater than ordinary people, and force is the only thing they can understand. language."

　　 "Oh oh~"

　　 Lott began to blow indiscriminately, and the little brave nodded with his eyes gleaming beside him.

　　 The two bread-making ladies behind them chuckled and shook their heads.

　　 After half an hour, Eric said that he had benefited a lot, and then he said that he would like to ask for some advice on the use of force, so he hoped that Lott would go to the wild to make gestures with him.

　　 "Yes, you go first, I have to deal with it here, and then go to your place in half an hour." Lot said with a smile.

　　 "Oh, good senior."

　　 Eric walked out lightly.

　　 Lott came to Maria and the two of them, after they tore off their masks, they asked, "How is it?"

　　 Lott glanced outside, then looked at them and said, "There is still half an hour."

　　 The three of them didn't speak, but they looked at each other tacitly.

　　 hurriedly turned around and ran to the back room together, locked the door, and at the same time ordered the goblins to turn off the camera here, and whoever dared to peek threw it into a frying pan and exploded it.

　　 After a while, there were bursts of cheerful screams in the room.

　　...

　　 It was already two hours later when Lot came to the remote grassland of the second district~www.NovelMTL.com~.

　　 "Sorry, I kept you waiting." Lott said lazily, scratching his tousled hair.

　　 "Senior, being late isn't the work of the brave." Eric said with a vein on his forehead, and his legs were numb when he waited in place.

　　 "I'm not a brave man, I'm just a bread maker." Lott took a stick and asked, "How would you like to ask for advice."

　　 "Pick me up first!" The little brave man raised the blunt sword in his hand and sprinted over with a gust of wind.

　　 Lott smiled. Although he didn't understand how to fight, the martial arts left by the brave man basically merged into his instinct.

　　 Just raised his hand, three spells were thrown in the past: seal, defense reduction, and explosion.

　　 "You are dead." Lott said with a stick against the neck of the little brave who was lying on the ground.

　　 "come again!"

　　The unconvinced little brave pushed away the stick, got up and jumped back, just about to cast the sealing spell.

　　 But the next second, his head was covered with a layer of mist, and the whole person began to feel dizzy and confused.

　　 "This chaos technique is used to solve the enemies who know the seal technique." Lott finished speaking, added a seal to him, and then reduced his defenses before exploding.

　　 "You are dead." Lott smiled with a stick against his neck.

　　 "...come again!"

　　 The third round.

　　 The other party wanted to use the Chaos technique, Lott raised his hand and blasted it over. When he was still floating in the air, he was sealed again.

At last

　　 Lott pressed his neck and said:

"you are dead."