honor me as god

(Two in one big chapter, today and tomorrow together)
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the haze covered the entire sky. The rain poured down from the black clouds, and the world seemed to lose its original color and become gray and dark. The dead and cold air was suffocating and numb.

Solandelle leaned against the corner, sitting there with her knees hugged. The blowing rain quickly wetted her, and her wet clothes and skin stuck together, making her shiver with cold.

Pedestrians passing by occasionally cast suspicious glances, but no one helped. Everyone just wanted to hide from the rain as soon as possible, and no one helped the girl in the rain.

When Solandelle was alone in the rain, she suddenly heard a shout: "Hey."

I saw a middle-aged man standing at the door of the room not far away. He held up an umbrella and walked over, and said with concern: "Girl, why are you sitting here alone in the rain? Go to my restaurant to hide from the rain."

restaurant
In this era, public restaurants have spread to every city and town.

There are highly skilled bionic chefs with extremely rich ingredients. Whether you want to try fresh delicacies from mountains and seas, or get some rough tea and light rice to relieve your greasy, you can satisfy everyone's appetite.

As for privately owned restaurants. This kind of facility only existed before the enactment of the Total Security Act, and it has been a long time since I saw it.

Solandelle wiped off the rain on her face, calmed down, and walked into his private restaurant with the middle-aged man with some curiosity.

This middle-aged man is the owner of the restaurant. He is quite temperamental. His sideburns are slightly white, but it just shows the sharp edges and corners of his face. He is wearing a well-crafted and exquisite pure black dress - it looks like it was tailor-made in a public tailor shop.
made.

The boss arranged Solandelle at a place closest to the fireplace, added a few pieces of charcoal to it, fetched a clean towel for her, and said politely: "Girl, please wipe it off, you can wipe your wet coat Give me your hat and hat, and I'll hang it for you to dry."

Solandelle took off her wet coat to the boss, and lightly pressed the brim of her hat with her backhand.

The boss has a high emotional intelligence, understood the meaning of this action, didn't touch her long hat, and went directly to help dry the clothes.

After the boss came back, Solandelle lowered her head slightly so that the long hat could cover her face, and said slowly: "There are public restaurants everywhere these days, and it's really rare for someone to open a private restaurant."

Solandelle is the only customer in the store now, and the boss enthusiastically acted as a waiter, brought her refreshments made by himself, and sat down at the opposite seat.

He said with a smile: "Some people don't hate work, and even regard work as a part of life, enjoy work and enjoy it. Coincidentally, I am such a person."

Solandelle picked up a piece of pastry and put it into her mouth. The sweetness spread, and the aroma of butter hit every taste bud. She couldn't help but muttered, "It's delicious."

The boss laughed and said in an exaggerated tone on purpose: "You won't find anyone in Wangcheng who is better at making pastries than me, I promise."

Solandelle said kindly: "Thank you for your hospitality. What's your name? Did you run a restaurant before the guarantee act was promulgated?"

Owner: "Just call me Frank, yes, I've owned a restaurant for 32 years."

...

Solandelle joked: "Ha, this restaurant is older than me

"

The boss enthusiastically took the menu next to the table and handed it to her: "Look at what you want to eat, order whatever you want."

Solandelle looked at the menu, and there were not as many meals here as in public restaurants. After all, there was an essential difference between human beings and bionics.

It is very simple to make a bionic person become a chef, just input data into their brains, no matter if it is Dogolande cuisine, Far Eastern cuisine, or some rare recipes, they can learn it in a second.

However, human chefs have limited learning ability, and often can only master some specialty dishes, and cannot be so versatile.

The meals here are not many, but they are also ingenious, and the prices are all free. After all, the monthly coins are useless these days.

Instead of earning monthly coins, he has been opening a restaurant to cook for customers. Frank has really integrated work into his life.

Solandelle asked curiously, "Are there usually many guests here?"

Frank smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "It's okay, they are some old customers who are used to my taste here. Compared with the bionic craftsmanship in public restaurants, they love my food, and I love cooking for them."

Under Frank's recommendation, Solandelle ordered a few of his specialty dishes, chatting while eating, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

At this moment, a young and beautiful woman came out from the back kitchen. She was wiping the table with a cleaning cloth in her hand. She saw Solandelle and Frank greeted each other warmly: "Good morning, both of you. I thought there would be guests so early."

"Good morning, Lei." Frank smiled at Solandelle. "Let me introduce, this is my wife, Lei. She usually manages the restaurant with me."

Solandelle looked sideways at Lei who was cleaning the table hard, her tone became serious
Some faintly: "Is she a bionic person?"

It can be clearly seen that Frank's expression froze, but he was also very calm, and he didn't try to hide it. He just sighed helplessly: "Your observation is really sharp, how did you see it?"

Solandelle chuckled, and pointed to Lei who was wiping the table: "No one wants to do such tiring work as cleaning these days."

Frank was stunned for a moment, then laughed and patted the back of his head: "That's true. But to be honest, I still don't know how to distinguish between bionics and humans in terms of behavior."

Solandelle: "Let me teach you a trick. The biggest difference between bionics and humans is that they are not real humans, they can't think, and they can't deal with incomprehensible things, such as—"

"Lei, can you come here?" She beckoned to Lei.

Lei walked to Solandelle and smiled cordially: "Hi, guest, do you have any orders?"

It has to be said that by the standard of human appearance, Lei can be regarded as a city-level beauty. Her blond hair shines like the sun, her petite face is as delicate as a doll, her pretty nose outlines a graceful arc, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water.

Before the promulgation of the "Global Security Act", for a small restaurant owner, it was almost impossible to come into contact with this level of beauty, let alone marry someone back home.

But now, you only need to write an application, and the regent king's bionic man factory will start roaring, sending you a dream lover who perfectly meets the standards.

...

Frank looked at the two curiously, not knowing what method Solandelle was talking about.

Solandelle stared at Lei, parted her red lips, and said three words slowly.
words
"I love you."

Lei suddenly froze, and the mechanical pupils closed violently, which was the performance of the central core's high-speed index database.

I don't know how long it took, Lei showed a procedural smile, and the original sweet human voice disappeared, replaced by a mechanical voice: "Sorry, my database can't recognize this sentence yet."

Solandelle shrugged at Frank.

Frank's expression became lonely, but he was not surprised. Obviously, he had said this to Lei before, and he got the same answer.

Frank murmured: "You said. The bionics are so perfect in all aspects, they can simulate our emotions, and they can't tell the difference in daily life. Why is 'love' missing?"

Solandelle shook the teacup, stared at her own reflection in the cup, and smiled half-smile: "Perhaps... the people who made them didn't have such a thing in their hearts."

Frank hesitated to speak, entangled for a moment, and said cautiously: "But I think the Lord Regent should love Her Majesty the Queen."

Solandelle: "Oh? Why?"

Frank stumbled in his answer: "As far as you know, I heard that they knew each other a long time ago. It has been more than ten years. The Regent has never left Her Majesty. Maybe this is love?"

Solandelle lowered her eyes and let out a short chuckle, with a hint of mockery in her tone: "Or maybe, he just thinks she's still useful."

Frank was speechless for a moment, he gently put his palm on his heart, and said with great sincerity: "In any case, the Lord Regent has bestowed upon us a wonderful
life, he is the greatest existence in the mortal world, our god. "

Under the brim of the hat, one could see that the corners of Solandelle's lips were gradually flattening, and those azure blue eyes were filled with unprecedented profundity. The next words made Frank freeze in his seat.

"He's not a god."

Before Frank could react, Solandelle spoke the second half of the sentence.

"He's just a mortal who is stronger than you."

In an instant, Frank's face became extremely pale, and he fell into panic for some reason. He retreated in a panic, but was tripped by a chair and fell to the ground.

He slumped on the ground in panic, stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed out the door: "Get out. Get out right away!"

Solandelle didn't move, just sat there and looked at him indifferently, her eyes didn't fluctuate: "Why are you so scared all of a sudden?"

Frank no longer had the friendly and easy-going appearance just now, and his face was distorted and he roared: "Get out!!!"

A few seconds later, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, and Frank's face turned extremely pale at this moment.

"Oh." Solandelle didn't turn her head, but seemed to know who was coming, "You are afraid of them."

"Boom!" The door was broken open, and three tall men in black shirts walked into the restaurant, their eyes that were so cold that they were not like ordinary people watched Solandelle's back.

"Tick tock." The rain dripped from their bodies to the ground, and a heavy sense of oppression emerged spontaneously.

...

Sue the bird.

Angel of Death.

Everything that people in the world say and do is under their eyes and ears.

Blasphemers, no one can survive.

Solandelle took out her pocket watch, glanced at the time, and said, "6 seconds,
It was unbelievably fast.No wonder so many people are afraid of you. "

Frank was already sweating profusely from fright, and knelt down on the ground in the most humble posture, trembling and muttering: "Those words are said by her. I am extremely devout. I am full of reverence, glory to my lord, glory to my lord"

Succeeded Bird ignored Frank, came straight behind Solandelle, and said emotionlessly, "You're under arrest."

"Reason?" Thorandell was still eating the food in front of him, not shying away from the heavy oppressive feeling brought by the dead bird, "Just because I said that Kino van Helsing is a mortal? There are regulations in the code that forbid him Is it a mortal?"

The sue bird didn't argue, but just executed the program instructions. One of them clamped Solandelle's shoulder with one hand, and repeated: "You are under arrest."

"Slap." Solandelle was not polite, and directly slapped the hand on the shoulder.

This action triggered the defense mechanism of the Death Bird. They all drew out their guns and aimed at Solandelle's head, and a cold warning sounded: "Any more resistance, you will be shot dead on the spot."

Seeing the Death Bird draw his gun, Frank was so frightened that his tears flowed, and he felt extremely remorseful. He should never have invited this plague god into the store just now.

It's all for her to seek death, maybe she will be involved.

Flack's voice was distorted by crying, and he knelt down and begged Solandelle, "Please leave quickly. Don't cause trouble here."

However, at this moment, Frank's response was not ridicule, but gentle support.

I saw Solandelle squatting in front of Frank, reaching out to hold his arm, her figure was obviously very slender, at this moment
But it seems to have some kind of accumulated strength.

Frank raised his head subconsciously. Solandelle was still wearing a long hat, her face was blurred in the shadow cast by the brim of the hat, and it was hard to distinguish, but she could see that pair of azure blue eyes full of tenderness and encouragement.

She said to him, "Stand up, don't kneel."

With Solandelle's support, Frank subconsciously stood up with her. He stood there blankly, staring at Solandelle's face, feeling a sense of déjà vu in a trance.

must have seen.
who is she
Before Frank could react from it, Solandelle had already turned to face Suicide Bird, her voice was not loud, but full of unspeakable sense of power: "Do you want to arrest me?"

"Unfortunately, there isn't a prison in Dogrand that can hold me." She took off her long hat straight away, her long platinum hair scattered in the air, bringing the fragrance of laurel flowers, and her true face was revealed in front of the death bird at this moment.

The Succulent Bird was obviously implanted with some special programs by Kino. The moment they recognized Solandelle's appearance, the violent system was forcibly shut down, and Qi Qi put down his guns and stepped aside, making way for the road.

Solandelle walked forward, passing by the apostle of death, as if unstoppable.

Frank witnessed this miraculous scene. This was the first time, and most likely the first time in the past 10 years, that someone was able to penetrate the blockade of the dead bird.

Frank gradually came back to his senses, and chased a few steps forward.

When he passed by the dead bird, he obviously had lingering fears, but still mustered up the courage to move forward, left the dead bird behind, chased the door and shouted tremblingly: "Who are you, can you tell me who you are?!"

It's raining harder and harder,
The raging wind filled the alley, and the torrential rain swept across the road. Solandelle walked and stopped slowly in the rain.

In the hazy rain, her figure was obviously blurred, but she was like a sun in the rain, shining brightly in Frank's eyes.

"Solandelle." She turned her head to look at Frank, her voice was full of determination and determination, "Your queen, Solandelle Van Dorgolande."