"No...it's nothing."
Fagga checked his phone; it was only eight in the morning. No wonder he was so sleepy.
But it's no use thinking about these things now. After changing his shoes and grabbing a parasol, Fagga accompanied Ellen downstairs to take the bus to Sixth Street.
He awkwardly scratched his face, trying to find an excuse:
"That's right...that's right, I originally thought that if I commissioned you in advance and then took you with me to complete a higher-paying commission, I could steal some of your Tennys."
Well....
Eileen looked around.
For some reason, the idea of hanging a Fagga lamp on a street lamp suddenly came to mind!
No wonder this person never had any friends before!
The bus arrived, and Ellen followed Fagga onto it. They sat down in a row, and as soon as she sat down, she slapped her forehead, pouted, and muttered, "Vampires...so they don't just suck blood."
Fagga leaned closer and asked curiously, "What did you say?"
"I'm praising your intelligence."
Eileen turned her head away and looked out the window, ignoring Fagga.
The bus kept stopping and starting, with passengers getting on and off as if they were the source of energy, burning their power to propel the bus further and further away.
Finally, Fagar nudged Ellen's shoulder, and Ellen slowly woke up from her dream, knowing it was time to get off the bus.
As soon as he got out of the car, Fagar opened his parasol and checked his phone.
We originally planned to leave at nine o'clock, but we've already arrived at Sixth Street at only eight-thirty.
I had originally planned to have Victoria Home Services make me breakfast as a return gift, but it looks like that will have to wait until later.
Fagar led Ellen, who was looking around nervously. She had heard some rumors about this street, but rarely came here.
I don't know what the places where Fagga lived were like.
A short while later, Fagga stopped in front of a ramen shop, holding a parasol behind his head, and said, "Master Jop, a bowl of iced ramen."
Then he turned to Ellen and asked, "What kind of soup base do you want?"
“Bone broth noodles will do…” Ellen hesitated for a moment before replying.
Upon learning that Ellen wanted bone broth noodles, Fagga ordered another bowl from Chef Jop.
Upon hearing the noise, Chef Jop rushed to make noodles. The school had been in an uproar yesterday, and there were so many customers today that he didn't have time to serve them all individually.
"Hey, Fagga."
Before the ramen arrived, Fagga, who was passing the time by looking at his phone, heard Ellen's call from beside him and turned around.
Just then, I saw Ellen take off her headphones, her face flushed, and she said hesitantly, "Can I have a bite of yours? I really like iced noodles."
Faga couldn't help but ask curiously, "Then why didn't you order a bowl earlier?"
"Because eating a whole bowl will give me a stomachache."
Eileen puffed out her cheeks, patted her uncooperative belly, and even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye looked a little aggrieved.
But she also felt a little embarrassed to eat Fagá's noodles, so she added, "If you want some of mine, I'll share some with you."
At that moment, Master Jop placed two bowls of ramen in front of Fagja and Ellen.
Fagar pushed his noodles closer to Elaine, propped his head up with one hand, and said, "It's just a little bit of noodles, take it."
"Thanks."
Eileen thanked him softly, then picked some noodles into her own bowl.
Ten minutes later.
Fagga wiped his mouth clean and held out his hand, saying, "Master Jop, the bill!"
After paying, Fagga stood up and left, holding his umbrella: "Let's go, my temporary apartment isn't far from here."
After saying that, Fagga was about to cross the street to the residential building at the other end of Sixth Street.
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted in the middle of the street!
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! This lady is in a hurry, don't block her path!"
Eileen's expression hardened. A pink-haired girl was rushing over in a hurry, yelling and forcing pedestrians to make way for her.
She charged at me like a madwoman, completely ignoring the fact that there was a Fagar in the middle of the road.
Without a second thought, Eileen forcefully activated [Swift Travel] and crashed into it.
Bang!
The pink-haired girl was knocked aside and stumbled, falling to the ground.
"Damn it, who is it! They didn't even bother to find out who it was, daring to run into Nicole, the boss of Sixth Street!"
Nicole covered her head, gritting her teeth as she glared at the maid-dressed girl who had knocked her away.
But they found her carefully protecting a boy, her stance practically ready to take action!
"ha?"
Eileen stepped forward, shielding Fagga behind her with one hand, and stared down at Nicole, her ferocious, shark-like nature revealed.
Nicole's heart skipped a beat; she immediately sensed something was wrong.
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