Chapter 42: Forward
On the main street, Luo ran towards the church with a shoulder bag on his back.
"The person I ran into yesterday was Hisoso, but he was spotted just by looking at him. This is abnormal!"
Luo thought about the close contact with Hisuo in the house just now, and her body shuddered involuntarily. Although Hisoso did not exude a murderous intent, if he was completely restrained, it would definitely not have a good fruit.
Because he knows his mind ability, so he can kick him so easily, but I don't know how much he has mastered his mind ability.
What I should care more about now... Is that kick won't kick him up, right? It would be troublesome if it was stuck by that pervert because of this.
Thinking of this, Luo's forehead dropped several black lines, and a magical hissau automatically appeared in his mind.
It's so undead that provokes Hisoso, and the Youkexin auction in September. If you don't master the use of abilities as soon as possible, you will be in danger at any time.
"I want to become stronger as soon as possible. With this money, I can save my living expenses for the time being, and I can concentrate on practicing in the rest of the time."
Luo shook his head, threw the image of Hisoso out of his head, and picked up the backpack hung on his shoulders, speeding up his feet.
Soon, Luo returned to the church and went straight to the ward where Wojin and the others were.
Nobunaga still fell asleep, Wojin lying on the bed seemed to be trying to control the flow of breath, while Marge closed her eyes and frowned, not knowing what she was thinking.
Hearing Luo opening the door, Wo Jin and March both looked at Luo at the door.
In response to the two gazes, Luo walked quickly to the table and unloaded the backpack on the table.
"What's this?" Marge was sitting at the table, looking at the backpack close at hand, and asked in confusion.
Luo chuckled, unzipped the zipper of the backpack, and poured the stacks of banknotes on the table.
"You don't have to worry now, right?"
Maki and Wo Jin stared at the bundles of banknotes on the table, but didn't react.
After a while, Marge recovered, looked at Luo with wide eyes, and said in surprise: "Where did the money come from?"
"I ransacked Cook's nest." Luo smoothed out the piles of banknotes and arranged them in rows, making it easier to count.
Maki's eyelids twitched and said seriously: "I have changed my view of you."
"Haha, you really belong to you! Good copy! Ahem..."
Wojin laughed, but he coughed a few times after the injury that was dragged to his chest.
"With this money, you can heal your wounds with peace of mind."
Luo smiled. There are a total of 46 bundles of banknotes on the table, a single denomination of one thousand jinni, a bundle of one hundred thousand jinni, a total of 4.6 million jinni, it should be usable for a long time. .
Maki stretched out her hand and pressed it on the banknote. Although this was the first time she saw so much money, she was not too excited, and some was just the joy of getting rid of her distress.
"Thank you, Luo."
Maki suddenly thanked Luo, if there was no Luo, she really didn't know what to do.
Injuries are a fatal factor affecting survival in Meteor Street. When most people are accidentally seriously injured, they basically choose to give up struggling.
Rome silently looked at Marge with a sincere face, smiled a moment later, and said, "I am the one who should thank you."
If it wasn't for March to take him home, provide food and shelter, and teach him to master the lingua franca, I really don't know what the situation will be now.
Speaking of it, if the person you meet is not Marge, I guess everyone else would choose to sit on the sidelines.
Thank you so much for Marge’s "intuition"...
Maki reached out and pulled out a bundle of banknotes, waved at Luo, and said, "Both pay for food."
At the same time, silently said in his heart: First of all, I owe favor.
"Even if it is triple interest, only three bowls of rice soup a day, not even a plate of kimchi, is it a bit too much to take one hundred thousand jinni?" Luo touched his chin with a serious face.
Maki stared at Luo with dead fish eyes, and pulled out another bundle of banknotes like a demonstration, a little childish.
Luo gave a wry smile, he was just joking.
Money is something that everyone likes, but it's not everything. For example, it can't improve the situation of being alone in the past.
When touched the past, Luo fell silent unconsciously.
At first... not like this.
In the beginning, there were many like-minded partners who moved forward for the same interests.
However, as the places I visited became more and more dangerous, the number of people around me began to decrease.
Until... Someone was completely ‘left behind’ while climbing a mountain.
Naively thought that money could be used to heal the grief of the family, but he was blasted out of the house all the time, and he was not even qualified to attend the funeral.
After experiencing that, when I recovered, my side was empty and there was no one.
So, in the end, he can only move forward alone.
However, a person's power is limited after all. Fortunately, God took care of him. In that accident, not only did he not take his life, but he also gave him a chance.
"Luo, what's the matter with you?"
Maki's voice came from his ears, Luo suddenly raised his head, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's okay."
Maki pursed her lips. When Luo was silent just now, she saw the loneliness that was not suitable for her age on Luo's face.
"Now that I have money, let the church get something to eat?" At this moment, the heartless Wojin raised his hand and suggested ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Although the money came from Luo Nong, he didn't. Will be polite, because he will remember these.
Listening to Wojin's words, Luo and March really feel hungry.
"If it's church meals, then forget it." Luo thought of yesterday's meals, the highest standard...
Wo Jin wondered: "Apart from the church, where else can I go to get food?"
"I am." Luo pointed at himself, smiling.
"..."
Wo Jin thought for a while, looked at Marge, and said seriously: "Marge, I think the church food is more reliable."
"Second." March nodded.
"You two guys, wait." Luo twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. Don't swallow your chopsticks in a while."
"Huh? Is it time for dinner?"
Nobunaga, who was asleep, suddenly got up, his eyelids were deaf and he looked like he hadn't woken up.
Wo Jin glanced at Nobunaga and said, "It's almost there."
"Then I'll wait until I finish eating before going to sleep." Nobunaga yawned, looking very different from the miserable appearance of the previous two days. Does sleeping really help recover from the injury?
Luo scratched his head and didn't bother to pay attention to them. He took a bundle of banknotes and put it in his pocket before leaving the room.
He didn't want to go to an unfamiliar market, so he just borrowed the kitchen and ingredients from the church to cook a few dishes.
As for whether the church is willing, it shouldn’t be difficult to have the bundle of banknotes in your pocket.
When Luo left the room, Wo Jin looked at March and said worriedly: "Can you eat what Luo makes?"
Maki threw him a back of his head and said lightly: "I don't know."
Nobunaga looked at the two in doubt. He just woke up without knowing the situation, only knowing that he would have food to eat.
