"What is the relationship between the man passing by the pork stall and the uncle just now?"
Javelin was completely puzzled and could only try hard to remember that complicated network of relationships. He planned to take it back and ask the smart Ayanami to see if she could solve it for him.
After putting aside his curiosity, Javelin once again began to look around, looking for people who needed help.
Unfortunately, no one had a stomachache, no one was beaten or scolded, and everyone was very harmonious.
She was the only one standing in the middle of the road, looking dazed and not very smart, just like the poor guy freezing in the snow.
"So hungry."
Javelin looked at the steaming buns not far away, the fragrant braised meat was shiny, and the golden and crispy pancakes were tempting.
"...I can't steal or rob. I have to go ask if there is anyone who can help."
She stepped forward with a magical tone, "Hello, are you able to handle this? Do you need my help?"
[Huh? No, no.] The boss flipped the pancakes, [What do you want to eat? We have everything on the menu, freshly made, very fresh.]
Javelin glanced at the price list posted on the wall and saw that most payments were made in copper coins, which was indeed affordable. The problem was that she had no money on her.
So she decided
[Figure: Behavior determination]
She decided not to stay in such a tempting place, but to leave first and look for someone who could lend a helping hand, maybe in exchange for a good meal.
Javelin left the restaurant and walked forward for a while before he spotted a hunched old man in the corner, rummaging through a trash can.
Although the other party didn't seem like a wealthy boss who could afford a meal, the helpful Javelin still chose to step forward.
The stench could not cover up her sincere heart, and the dirty environment was just a minor flaw in the process of showing beauty.
"Need any help, old... um, old lady?"
He was only half a head taller than the neatly dressed brave man. Seeing the old lady in poor health looking back tremblingly, it was expected that she would have dishevelled hair and dirty face.
【…….ah?】
"Do you need help, grandma? Did you lose something?" Javelin asked again.
The old man looked at her carefully, nodded with a hoarse laugh, [Oh... kind girl, I... I did lose something, a lot of things. ]
"What is it? I can help you find it."
[Yes... plastic bottles, various tin cans, paper, cardboard boxes, paper notebooks...]
Javelin's eyes widened. "So many?! (Wisdom【2】)"
【Figure: Lie determination】
The old woman looked unhappy, [What's wrong? Old woman, would I lie to you...?]
"How could that be? I'm just worried too much. How are you going to take it home? How about I help you deliver it?" Javelin decided to be a good person to the end.
Unfortunately, the old lady didn't believe that there was such a fool in the world. She was afraid that he was asking for the address so that he could steal her bottle.
[…Don’t bother, I can just… take it back myself…]
"Okay, then I'll help you find it first, and we'll figure out a solution later!"
Javelin left with great enthusiasm and searched the trash cans all over the town.
Apple cores, vegetable leaves, chewing gum, hamburgers...
A trash can is like a treasure chest that looks ordinary but has rich contents, waiting for someone who is good at it to come and search through it.
The javelin opened the lid, carefully picked out the large and small bags of garbage, picked out the target objects and put them in a pile, and then put the other garbage back in order.
Soon, she had collected a small bunch of plastic bottles that looked like firecrackers.
"Hehe~ I think this is also a hobby that can make people feel satisfied."
"It's a pity that you need to take a shower frequently, otherwise you'll stink other people, right?"
"Bottle, bottle~ It's small, there's another one over there!"
Javelin was running forward, pulling a thin rope with many bottles tied to it. Just as he was about to pick up a half-empty bottle of water that someone had thrown on the ground, someone got there first.
A tattered and greasy shoe stepped on the bottle, making a "clacking" sound.
The bearded old man looked at the spear and angrily said, "Little boy, why do you come to steal my business when you don't go find a factory to work in?"
"Eh? Aren't these bottles dropped by that old lady?" Javelin didn't understand. "Can you give her to me? The old lady will be very happy."
[Grandma? Oh... Are you Jesse's apprentice?]
The old man touched his beard and watched some tiny particles floating out of it, not knowing what they were made of.
[There is no future with her. Look, she didn't even let you change your clothes. My God, she is simply the most irresponsible teacher.]
"No, you misunderstood. I'm just helping. And, grandpa, how long have you not taken a shower?"
[Oh, she actually asked you to take a shower, that's really unprofessional. So it seems that she didn't teach you how to sort garbage, right?]
Javelin shook his head, "I just want to help grandma find the bottle."
The old man laughed, and was very satisfied with the girl's stubbornness. [Yes, this is also a career. I am very happy that you are so persistent.]
[Well, I'll give you this bottle, but you have to do me another favor.]
"Do you need help too?" Javelin didn't believe it.
The old man bent down to pick up the bottle, unscrewed the cap and poured out the mineral water inside, then very professionally crushed the seal and handed it over.
[Look, save space, learn this, this is the wisdom of the king of garbage. ]
Javelin was overjoyed, as he had one more "firecracker". "Okay, thank you. What can I do for you?"
[Oh, it's actually very simple.] The old man rubbed his beard, [Actually, Jesse and I were originally in charge of the east and west respectively, but who knew that a tough guy would suddenly show up in my territory today.]
“There are bad guys?!”
[Figure: Lafite behavior judgment]
[Yes, she was drunk and refused to leave my house. I couldn't beat her, so I could only go to another place for a walk, hoping that she would leave my house later.]
"Breaking into a private residence is a crime! I will never tolerate such bad guys doing bad things!"
[That's right, girl! That's the aura! I'll take you back, and you help me teach that drunkard a lesson. If you can chase her away directly, that's fine. If not, then lead her away. I'll prepare a thank-you gift.]
Javelin wanted to refuse the gift, but he was very hungry. What if it was coins or food? Wouldn't that solve his urgent need?
So she followed the old man, clutching the plastic bottle, and walked towards the small path on the right side of the main road. After turning several corners, they stopped in front of a dilapidated thatched hut.
"Eh? Is this your home?" Javelin looked at the house without a door.
[Haha, it's not as luxurious as Jessie's. Her house has a glass window, so those treasures won't get wet on rainy days.]
"I see. Where is the drunkard?"
[She was sleeping in the room, leaning against the wall! I went over to call her, and she kicked me. Hiss… The little girl is really strong. Look, it’s all blue!]
Javelin looked at the dirty skin and couldn't see any injuries.
But this is easy to handle. As a brave warrior, she can easily deal with drunkards.
[Wait wait wait, she's not easy to deal with, you should give me the things first, I'll hold them for you so you don't break them.]
"Eh? But this is my grandmother's stuff..."
[Hey, I just gave you a bottle and taught you how to save space. Jesse and I are old acquaintances. We see each other every day. Would I lie to you?]
Javelin thought the same thing, so he immediately handed over the plastic bottle in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and walked in.
"Drunkard! Accept justice - Drink? Looks familiar."
Inside the relatively clean shabby house, a petite white-haired hero was seen dozing drunkenly against the wall, holding a small glass bottle the length of a thumb in his hand.
It turned out to be a misunderstanding.
Javelin breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out of the house with a smile on his face, only to find that the old man had disappeared.
There were only 49 bamboo rings of unknown function scattered on the ground, and a piece of paper sandwiched in between.
[Oh, thank you for your help. This is my return gift. The King of Trash never lets anyone suffer. Look, you have the advantage in terms of quantity.]
Javelin was stunned, feeling that something was wrong.
But the town was so big, and her teammates were asleep in the house, so she couldn't chase them, nor should she not chase them.
Take care of Lafite until he sobers up? Track down the cunning old man? Go to Jesse to apologize?
Should I continue to look for food? Go back to the main gate to exchange information with my teammates? Go out of town and find a place to take a shower?
Now, what should she do? [—]
Chapter 1153 A Messy Adventure (End)
Let us turn our attention back to Z23 who is imprisoned in the small dark room.
She scratched at the wall and dug at the window a few times, but found that the wall was too thick and she didn't have a special hoe (hammer) to save it, so she had to give up.
Now there are two paths before her, either escape by brute force, or find a way to escape by brute force.
It would be too embarrassing to wait for someone to rescue her. She used to be the richest person in the area and a brave warrior. How could she be locked up here by a shady shop assistant?
As for working to pay off debts, forget it.
It was impossible for her to work. According to the selling price of the fake item, she would have to work year round for nearly 40 years to pay it off.
This does not include food and accommodation expenses.
If we add in the so-called mental damage compensation that the guy mentioned, Z23 will have to spend the rest of his life here.
[Figure: Behavior determination]
"Sure enough, let's break out!"
Z23 felt around the wall, but there was nothing but clothes, not even any hard tools. It was definitely not a good idea to scratch the wall with fingernails.
Apart from digging holes and opening windows, the only remaining way out was the steel door.
She approached in the dark and knocked twice with her fingers. It made a clang sound. The lock was heavy and thick. Most people would consider picking the lock if they came across such a tough lock.
But Z23 is no ordinary guy.
After all, with her hands-on ability (skill [1]), she would probably be able to break an original key into the lock, let alone pick the lock.
So she decided to take a different approach and pry the steel door's hinges off.
For this type of sliding door, the entire door can be removed by simply destroying the door hinge connected to the door frame.
Z23 did what he said. After feeling for the four door hinges on the upper and lower parts, he gripped them with his fingers and pulled hard.
"Um--!"
"Alas--!"
"Hey, He ...
[What are you doing in there?! I'm telling you, don't dirty my clothes if you have diarrhea, you hear me? If you dirty one piece, I'll have to pay an extra 698!]
Z23 was furious and kicked the door. "Who do you think I am?! I am from a wealthy family! Who am I talking about having diarrhea?!"
The guy laughed and said, "Rich people don't use the toilet? Come on, how can a rich person be locked up by me because he has no money?"
"I just lost my hand for a moment, I can win it back immediately if I give you some capital!"
[A gambler, huh? I've seen a lot of this, so locking you up here is a good deed, so just stay here and behave yourself!]
"Eh?"
"Hey! Open the door!"
"I'm serious, open the door!"
"........." (Force [11])
[Figure: Breaking judgment]
Z23 put his hands on his hips angrily, looked at the thick metal in front of him, and couldn't help but kick it again. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was at a disadvantage, so he kicked it twice more.
As a result, with a "clang" sound, the light immediately came on.
"...Huh?"
