Wu came out of the Emerald Bar and walked into the bustling Uladaha Street. His mind was still filled with the beautiful figure of the store manager, so much so that he didn't realize that he was already walking on the streets of another world.
By the time he came to his senses, it was already night, and he wandered the streets in a daze all afternoon.
"When I go back tomorrow, I must ask the lady boss her name." Wu thought excitedly.
At this time, he had forgotten all the legendary adventures and encounters with beautiful foreign girls. He had decided to use this city as his base from now on, never travel far, and go to that bar every day. .
The perfect figure of the store manager has been deeply ingrained in the depths of his mind, and he feels that if he can't see her one day, he will feel uncomfortable all over.
At this time, he suddenly understood Ringer. If there was such a beautiful store manager, who would go out and take risks? He could just squat in the store and watch the store manager every day.
He even came up with the idea of doing part-time jobs in Emerald. Although he knew nothing about wine, being an errand boy was no problem.
But he was too nervous at the time and had no chance to bring it up. He decided to ask Ringer again when he went there tomorrow.
After finally suppressing his excitement for the time being, Wu looked at the unfamiliar streets in the night and scratched his head.
"Huh? Where is the hotel I'm staying in?" He froze on the spot, thinking for a while, his eyes becoming more and more confused.
"Ah, I remembered." Wu showed a look of understanding.
"After I came to this other world, I had no money and no ability, and the gift from God had not arrived yet. I was sleeping in a free stable." He shook his head with a smile. It seemed that he was hallucinating. He actually imagined living in a clean place. in the hotel.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something. He touched the pocket of his sportswear and took out a small money bag. He opened it and saw that there were more than a dozen gold coins in it.
The influence of the store manager's ultimate beauty gradually dissipated, and a memory in the tavern emerged in his mind.
"What a nice guy, Mr. Ringer, he actually lent me money as a start-up capital for my adventure." With this money, staying in a clean hotel is no longer a fantasy, and you can even call a sister Meizu into the room to talk. Bedtime stories.
Full of gratitude, he walked into the nearest hotel with his money bag in hand. . . Lin Ge returned home, and as soon as he opened the door, a snow-white figure rushed over and ran into his arms.
"Lingerge." Shirley mumbled in his arms inarticulately, sounding a bit like calling her brother.
"It's Ringer, not Ringer." Ringer corrected, patting Shirley's head gently. Shirley was the creation of Lin Ge's first practice of demonic alchemy. Although there was a slight flaw in the middle link, which caused her IQ level to not reach the expected level and was only about the same as that of an ordinary cat, after these few days of getting along with Lin Ge, Ge discovered that she had a certain learning ability.
This made him excited again. As long as she could learn, there was a possibility of improvement. Maybe her intelligence limit was very high.
After a few days of getting along and learning, Shirley has memorized the names of everyone in the family, but there is a problem with the naming.
The two witches and the fire demon living in the house also like this new member because she has the special ability to convert liquid into wine. They all like the wine transformed by Shirley.
After Lin Ge entered the house, Shirley seemed to be glued to him and couldn't get rid of him. Lanya, who was also preparing to welcome Lin Ge back, saw this scene and frowned slightly dissatisfied.
If she hadn't secretly asked about the Book of Golorite and the head of the Headless Horseman Elvy in Ringer's room, she would have thought that the two of them hugged each other like this when they slept.
"Linge, where did you and the store manager go?" Lanya asked.
