Start a Dungeon

This is a shop that looks less than 100 square meters.

But the business was so booming that it was almost crowded, and in the end, MPs had to stand on both sides to maintain order.

There is a floating robot at the door delivering bread to customers. The payment is the same as at Miranda's. There are menus and payment codes posted outside, just scan them.

In the small space in the shop, several figures and various suspended robots were busy.

It is much more expensive for normal 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 continue working in this shop forever, so he temporarily brought some robots over to help him do some casual work.

After Eric saw it, he walked to the back of the line and queued up slowly with the people.

Although he can use his identity as a hero to tell the MP to jump in the queue directly, but observing order is also the basic etiquette of a hero, but he cannot tarnish this noble profession with such trivial things, as he will be looked down upon by his seniors.

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

"Why are you here in line again? Didn't you buy something just now?"

"I just tried to buy a few, but I didn't expect them to be so delicious. If I cut in line, my MP won't let me, so I have to wait in line."

“Is this store really so delicious?”

"You don't know? Then what are you planning?"

"I saw that you were all lining up, so I followed along."

"I ate this bread in the morning. I don't know how to describe the taste. When you take a bite, you can't help but want to bite more, and it's all eaten in a few times."

"seriously."

"Of course it's true! The taste is amazing. I'm going to buy some to take back to my family to try."

Listening to the various voices around him, Eric couldn't help but sigh: Senior is indeed an almighty hero. Whether he is holding a sword or a rolling pin, he can impress people to the point of falling to their knees.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was Eric's turn. Just when he was looking at the menu and about to say something, the warlock next to him whispered: "Lord has been waiting inside for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Eric strode in.

The furnishings in the house are a little messy

There is a big table at the very end. A middle-aged man is sitting there making bread. Two middle-aged women next to him are taking the mixed bread back and forth to the table, adding various ingredients, and then placing them one by one on the baking sheet. , stuffed into layers of ovens, and robots take the baked dishes out for sale.

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

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

Eric: "."

"Here we go." Lott rolled out the flour without looking back, "Come and sit down, kid."

Eric sat quietly on the chair opposite him. Just as he was about to speak, Lott took off his disguise mask and said with a smile: "I don't want anyone to disturb the life here."

"Oh~~" Eric suddenly realized.

"Come and try your sisters-in-law's craftsmanship."

The robot next to me floated closer with a plate of delicious pine-scented bread.

Eric looked up at the desk. Two kind-hearted middle-aged women looked at him and smiled softly. Maria and Tina also wore disguises. Lott didn't want others to see their appearance.

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

The feeling, how to describe it, is very smooth. As soon as I bite it, I will think about taking the next bite. I will finish it in a few times, and then I will 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 little rude, so he quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and stopped extending his hand - the last one was not finished yet, which felt a bit... pity.

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

"Hey!" After hearing this, Eric quickly took the last one and stuffed it into his mouth. After eating, he felt comfortable.

Lot can make bread?

He only knows how to make faces, Maria taught him that, and that’s it.

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

"Well, according to the association's internal saying, juniors have to ask seniors for experience, so I came here to ask for advice."

"Experience"

life experience? To be honest, Lott's actual age is 26 years old, and although his master's degree focuses on cultivating high-level applied talents in various industries, it does not include bravery.

Lott did not inherit the memory of a true hero.

"Eric, how old are you?"

The age of humans in this world cannot be judged by appearance. Lolita like Teresa are all 130-year-old monsters, while Fiona's husky-like personality is actually over 50 years old.

"18 years old." Eric said.

".very good."

very good! Brother, I have a lot of life philosophy that I can teach you!

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

"Oh~"

Lott began to play randomly, and the little brave man nodded with gleaming eyes.

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

Half an hour later, Eric said that he had benefited a lot. Then he said that he wanted to ask for advice about force, so he hoped that Lott would go to the wild with him to compete.

"Okay, you go over there first, I have to take care of it here, and I'll go to your place in half an hour." Lott said with a smile.

"Oh, okay senior."

Eric walked out lightly.

Lott came to Maria and the two of them. After they took off their masks, they asked, "How was it?"

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

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

They quickly turned around and ran to the back room, locked the door, and ordered the goblins to turn off the camera here. Anyone who dared to peek would throw it into a frying pan and fry it.

After a while, bursts of joyful moans came from the room.

It was already two hours later when Lott came to the remote grassland of District 2 refreshed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Lott said lazily, scratching his messed up hair.

"Senior, being late is not what a brave man does." Eric said with veins on his forehead. His legs were numb from waiting there.

"I'm not a brave man, I'm just a bread maker." Lott picked up a wooden stick and asked, "How do you want to ask for advice?"

"Take a move from me first!" The little brave man raised the blunt sword in his hand and jumped over with a quick wind step.

Lott smiled. Although he didn't know how to fight, the martial arts skills left by the brave men were basically integrated into his instincts.

Just raising his hand, three spells were thrown over: seal, defense reduction, and explosion.

"You're dead." Lot said, holding a wooden stick against the neck of the little brave man lying on the ground.

"Come again!"

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

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

"This chaos technique is used to deal with enemies who know the sealing technique." After Lot said, he added a seal to him, then reduced the defense before exploding.

"You're dead." Lot held the stick against his neck and smiled.

".Come again!"

Round three.

The opponent wanted to use the Chaos Technique, so Lott raised his hand and used the Explosion Technique to throw him over. While he was still floating in the air, he was sealed again.

at last

Lott pressed against his neck and said:

"you are dead."