Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

She was wearing a cloak, but the cloak couldn't completely cover up her Levatin, so she simply exposed Levatin to the outside to deter those who had bad intentions.

This town sells ice cream.

Although it is located in a snowy field, people have always been free to seek excitement.

Shirtel thinks that ice cream is probably the greatest invention of the Terra people. The cold and sweet feeling blooms in the taste buds, and no one can refuse this delicacy.

"Two ice creams, and another cone."

Stretching out three light-white fingers from the black robe, Shirter ignored the somewhat fearful eyes of the shop owner and put forward his own needs.

"Okay, okay, you take it."

Trembling, the boss packed two servings of ice cream and a bucket of cones, and handed them to Shirtel.

"Thanks."

Looking at the ice cream that was still emitting cold white steam in her hand, Shirter seemed to be in a better mood. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she stretched out her tender tongue to lick the ice cream lightly.

Without asking about the price, Shirtel casually dropped a piece of Ursus silver coin. One Ursus silver coin is enough to buy a whole basket of ice cream!

But she doesn't care about these at all. To her, money is used to buy ice cream, whether it is Ursus gold coins or Ursus silver coins. Since the ultimate purpose of holding these money is to buy ice cream, So why not just use ice cream as money?

But Stuart doesn't care.

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Cautiously sticking out his tongue, slowly licking the ice cream like a cat drinking water, Shirtel walked slowly on the street, his eyes focused on a dim shop at the corner of the noisy street.

This small shop seems to be in another world. It is quiet and there is no one here, as if entering a wonderful space.

Stuart became interested.

She pushed open the door of the store, and some old wooden doors let out a "creaking" scream. The girl looked around, and this was probably a grocery store, which contained everything from sweets and snacks to firewood, rice, oil and salt.

"welcome."

A voice with a little vicissitudes and a little smile.

"Ok?"

Shirtel's eyes converged on the center of the shop—it was a wrinkled old man with a kind smile on his face, even after seeing the handle behind Shirtel that was almost as tall as hers There is also no change when it comes to the black greatsword.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Stuart raised an eyebrow.

"If everyone speculates others with malice, how can there be good intentions in the world?"

The old man shook his head with a smile. He stood up slowly, picked up a box of candy from the counter behind him, and handed the candy to Shirtel.

"Give it to you, as a meeting gift."

"Then I'm welcome."

Surprised by the generosity of the old man, Shirtel readily accepted the gift.

"hehe, not bad."

The old man nodded in agreement and sat down slowly.

"Please take a look."

"Yeah." Shirtel glanced around quickly: "You have quite a lot of things here."

"Small but complete."

Smiling at Shirtel, the old man leaned back on the old man's chair and shook his body.

Shirtel nodded slightly, looked around again, and this time finally made a new discovery.

"this is....."

Shirtel walked up to several ribbons and cloths of different colors.

"Ah, that's handmade. It's my granddaughter's suggestion to make some ribbons for customers to take care of themselves and take away."

Seeing the place where Shier Teer stayed, the old man showed a nostalgic smile, "Unfortunately, most people prefer to go directly to those more glamorous stores to buy a wrapped gift, and more people pay more attention to physical health. Food and clothing, not spirit."

Stuart frowned slightly.

If she only had one Ursus silver coin, then she would rather go to the other side of the street to buy an ice cream instead of walking into such a humble shop based on interest.

She thought of Fiatina, the child she picked up from the ruins, even the most basic clothes were pulled out from under the ruins.

Do something for her?

With this in mind, Shirtel picked up a few ribbons.

"Reminder, once pruning has started, no refunds will be given."

Seeing Shirtel pick up the ribbon, the old man kindly reminded.

In addition to the above-mentioned types of people, there are also people who, after listening to the words of the old man, plan to do it themselves because of face. This type of person does not have enough perseverance or good ideas in the end, and usually nothing happens in the end.

Stuart shrugged.

She smoothly tied the ribbon into an ugly knot.

"..."

Probably convinced of his manual ability, Shirtel turned around, placed the materials in front of the old man, and lined up another stack of Ursas silver coins.

"Teach me."

"...Let me make one for you."

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while, he picked up the ribbon, but saw Shirtel's serious (expressionless) expression.

"May I ask, are you planning to use the things you made..."

"Send someone."

"That's it."

There was a slight smile on the old man's face, and he slowly picked up the scissors: "Then miss, please take care of it next."

......

About two or three hours passed.

Shirtel looked at the light red flower-like bow in his hand, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you."

Thanking the old man, Shirtel carefully put away the bowknot.

"You're welcome, don't you plan to pack it?"

The old man waved his hand politely, and reminded him kindly.

"That's fine."

Shirtel shrugged, turned around, and left the shop.

The old man stared blankly at the back of Shier Teer leaving.

That's good, that's right, that's good.

In this fast-paced life, few people are willing to slow down and take a look at this dilapidated shop.

So far, this shop has never been renovated by anyone, and it still maintains the appearance of several years ago.

Because the old man still remembers the appearance of his granddaughter who became an infected person and was forced to leave his hometown a few years ago.

"Be sure to live well and wait for me to come back."

She smiled at him.

He was old and couldn't keep up with his granddaughter's long journey, and he felt that he would drag her down.

The reason why he maintained this dilapidated shop and refused to renovate it was to wait for his missing granddaughter to come back to the home they were familiar with.

This is good, this is good.

The old man lay back on the old man's chair, shaking his body slightly. The wooden door was blown by the wind, making unpleasant noises rhythmically.

That's it.

Chapter 27 Miss Mudrock Wants to Escape

"Hum~"

Fiatina held Muyan's hand and happily walked down the street.

To be honest, she had never enjoyed shopping before crossing, so she decided to enjoy it to the full.

"Just a moment... wait a minute..."

Being dragged away by Fiatina, Niyan felt a little tired.

Shopping is so tiring, dazzling goods, noisy shouting, everything makes mud rock feel a headache.

If she had to choose, she would rather go to kill the Quartet than go shopping here.

Her vacant hand was probably holding a sledgehammer, but the sledgehammer is now covered with bags, and the original appearance of the sledgehammer is no longer visible at all.

Muyan felt that she had underestimated Fiatina's mobility.

Because she is often in a coma, and she is the first one to cry out when she is on the road every day, Muyan has always believed that Fiatina should be sick and weak.

However, it has been four hours of shopping, and Fia Tina shows no sign of being tired.

Looking at the bag in his hand, Mu Yan felt like crying.

After buying the necessary resources, Fia Tina bought many other seemingly useless things. According to Miss Fia herself: "This is all for emergencies."

Well, Miss Feiya may have her own considerations, but Muyan really can't think of the use of that book called "Cooking Encyclopedia".

"Hey, look at the mud rock."

"what."

Suddenly being called out, Muyan blinked her beautiful eyes and followed Fiatina's finger.

Ah, it's Miss Steele.

Muyan seems to have seen hope. If it was Miss Shiertel, she would not like shopping too much, right?

"Shh-"

Fiatina's eyes sparkled, and she thought of something funny, so she made a "shut up" gesture to the mudstone, and then sneaked behind Shirtel.

A gust of wind was blown up by the pale hands, Shirtel seemed to be a little too relaxed, and Fia Tina covered his eyes all of a sudden——

"Guess who I am~"

The cheerful voice obviously succeeded in relaxing Shirtel's tense body for a moment, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. In this rare and peaceful town, Shirtel decided to complete this little game with her:

"Is it Frost Star?"

"Oh no~"

"Oh, let me think about it."

Shirtel scratched his chin lightly, actually showing a look of thinking.

"Then you must be Mudstone."

"Neither!"

Puffing up her face, Fiatina was a little out of breath.

Obviously she was the one who teased Shirtel, why does it seem like Shirtel is teasing her now?

hateful!

"Alright alright."

Shirtel separated Fiatina's hand and turned his head slightly.

"Good morning, Fia."

"It's evening now!"