All the contract girls want to marry me

Naturally, Matthew would not refuse such a fragrant invitation.

It had been three months since the last intimacy, and his skin was hungry.

Chapter 116 Let’s eat first

restaurant.

This is the first time the restaurant has been used in an unknown number of years.

Surante and Zero took it upon themselves to clean up the place and prepare for the dinner.

Matthew was preparing a delicious meal for the two girls in the back kitchen.

He can directly summon a magic table, but although the magic meal is delicious, it has no soul.

In Matthew's view, magic food can only be used to satisfy hunger or play a supporting role at the dinner table. The real protagonist must use serious ingredients.

Matthew is a high-level magician and has his own private storage space.

His storage space is almost equivalent to a larger three bedrooms and two living rooms, and various things are stored in it, including some ingredients and seasonings.

These ingredients are usually placed in the center of the ice cubes and can be taken out when used.

Live animals cannot be stored in the storage space, but slaughtered ingredients can.

The main dish Matthew prepared for tonight's dinner was naturally his favorite roast chicken.

Other than that, there are just some ordinary dishes, such as mashed potatoes, roasted eggplant and the like.In order to get more dishes, he also took out the braised beef and cut it up and put it on the plate.

When Matthew came out pushing the food cart, Zero's eyes widened.

Since the death of Lord Poseidon and the annihilation of the giant race, she has not tasted the taste of delicious food for about 1 years, no, 50 years.

Smelling the fragrance wafting in the air, she finally believed it was true.

Before Matthew could say anything, she was already in tears.

After Matthew put the dishes on the table, she whispered: "I don't know how many people are still alive now. I am sending a message to everyone. If they are still alive, let's taste it together."

These words were somewhat heavy, and the smile on Matthew's face froze.

Yes, in the past 1 years, two thousand men and women have been sent down as sacrifices. According to Zero, these people have all failed, and there is no super-peak powerhouse among them.

The lifespan of a ninth-level expert is not long. It is ten years up there and 500 years here. Almost all of them have only seen the sacrifices that came down with them.

Once it is linked to time and lifespan, the topic becomes particularly heavy.

After the message was sent, the three of them did not take action, but waited silently.

If anyone is still alive and willing to attend the banquet, they will definitely come out in a short time.

Most people who come here end up dying of old age, and a few strong people eventually choose to enter seclusion.

Because this temple is so big, Zero doesn't know how many people are still alive.

One, or two?

Of course, the most likely possibility is that there is none.

10 minutes passed and there was silence.

Ling lowered his head sadly and sobbed softly: "No one should be coming, wuwuwu."

Matthew has always wanted to ask her, why do you have to ask the higher-ups to send a pair of sacrifices every ten years so that you are not alone?

Is it being selfish to do so?

But he couldn't ask such a question.

According to the flow rate ratio of time, if ten years have passed up there, 500 years have passed here. Even a puppet cannot bear 500 years of loneliness.

After all, Zero is a doll with feelings and thinking.

Sun Wukong was trapped under the Wuzhi Mountain. At any rate, some Orions occasionally came over to talk to him. If Ling didn't get some people down, he would have gone crazy.

Zero is not a human being, and it makes no sense to ask her to use human concepts of right and wrong.

Matthew sighed, picked up his fork, and extended his invitation.

"Since there are no guests coming, let's get started."

"Wait, wait a minute."

A harsh voice came slowly from the door.Matthew looked up and saw a ragged woman of unknown age appearing at the door.

The woman looked pretty, but she looked haggard and depressed, and her speech was somewhat slurred.

Matthew could understand her. Even if this woman was one of the recent ones, 500 years had passed according to the time here.

500 Ah.

According to Zero, she practiced in seclusion 300 years ago. Now that she can come out, it at least shows that her strength is super or nearly super.

The woman's eyes were a little cold, but full of desire.

The desire for good food and the desire to connect with people.

Matthew stood up, left the table and walked to the center of the restaurant, making an invitation with impeccable movements.

"Senior, it is our honor for you to attend the banquet, please."

"Previous, senior?"

Matthew solemnly said: "Those who are cultivators come first. If you are here now, you must be much stronger than me. You are naturally a senior."

The woman looked at Matthew blankly, and many things that had been sealed for hundreds of years gradually came to life.

She tried her best to smile, even though the smile was uglier than crying.

"Thank you, thank you."

Instead of being pretentious, she sat down opposite Matthew.She touched the tableware, and the cold knives and forks made her feel the warmth she had not seen for a long time.

Matthew smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to come, senior, so I only prepared these simple dishes. Please forgive me, senior."

"No, it's already abundant."

Matthew knew that it was useless to say anything now, it would be better for everyone to enjoy the food together.

He cut off the chicken legs and wanted to hand them to Surante out of habit, but Surante gave him a wink.

Give it to Miss Zero first, you idiot!

Matthew understood Surante's gaze and decisively placed the chicken legs on Zero's plate.

"I'm not very good at it, Miss Ling, just make do with it."

Zero stood up a little flattered, took the chicken leg, and licked his tongue sheepishly, as happy as a child stealing candy.

Matthew's eyes gradually softened.

He no longer struggled with why Zero wanted the sacrifice to come down.

What's the point of saying those words in such a warm atmosphere.In a few more years, he will take Zero out of this hellish place, and then no one will suffer innocently.

I just don’t know what these Vanir gods will think if they can’t find a place to sacrifice in ten years.

But that doesn't matter, the most important thing now is to enjoy the food.

He cut off the second chicken leg and wanted to hand it to Surante, but Surante winked at him again.

"Idiot, give this chicken leg to that strange woman."

Of course Matthew knew what Surante meant.A woman who can live for 500 years is at least a quasi-superior.

They can't afford to offend such a strong person, and now is a good opportunity to take the opportunity to bring the two parties closer.

We all had no grudges, and now we had dinner at the same table. Matthew even served chicken drumsticks to others. Even if we didn't miss this friendship, we wouldn't hate him.

As expected of a secretary-general, he is thoughtful and considerate.

Matthew took Surante's advice and handed the chicken drumstick to the strong woman.

The strange woman obviously didn't expect Matthew to be like this. She stood up in shock and waved her hands quickly.

Matthew smiled and said: "Senior, we will be neighbors from now on, so I have to ask you to take care of me."

"You, what's your name?"

"The junior is Matthew Lundbell, and this is my wife Surante."

"Okay, a nice name. My name is Medith Naland."

"Medith?" Matthew suddenly thought of someone and asked in surprise: "Did you have a husband named Bernard Shaw Blazing before you came here?"

This sentence made Medith stunned for a full minute.

Distant memories gradually returned to her mind, and she stood up excitedly, her voice rapid and trembling.

"Yes, it's Bernard Shaw. She is my wife, no, no, I am his wife. We also have a young child, a very cute child. Have you seen them?"

"I have seen it. Your husband has never remarried. He is looking forward to your return."

Medith looked at Matthew in disbelief, sat back down suddenly, covered her face and cried.

Her cry was not loud, but it seemed like it was tearing at her soul.

Hundreds of years of memories came into reality, causing her spirit to collapse almost instantly.

"I'm so stupid, really. I only knew that the Ten-Year-Old Sea Festival is a grand festival, but I didn't know that I would be chosen as a sacrifice to the God of the Sea. Wow, oh, I'm sorry for Bernard Shaw, and I'm sorry for the child."

Matthew and others knew that she was feeling uncomfortable and could not stop her, so they could only let her vent.

However, Medith's cries became more and more pitiful, and she also had a faint fighting spirit, which made the whole hall tremble slightly.

Matthew's face changed slightly.

What kind of strength is this?Medith is afraid that she really has the strength close to super level.

He saw Surante's distressed expression and knew that she was the weakest and could not bear the cries that shook her with fighting spirit.

Although Matthew sympathizes with Medith, he cannot accept that Surante is hurt, and he must interrupt the crying.

He took a deep breath and roared loudly: "Medith, your husband asked you to come home for dinner!"

Medith's cries stopped abruptly.

She raised her head blankly, but she only saw Matthew's face.

But she quickly realized that Matthew was using this to remind her that you still have family and you can't give up on yourself here.

The 500 years here are only ten years in the outside world.

Both Shaw and the child are in good health. If she can break through as soon as possible, she may have a chance to go out and reunite with her family.

Medith glanced at Matthew gratefully and said softly: "Matthew, thank you for the good news."

Matthew smiled and said, "Don't be so polite, we are neighbors."

After such an interruption, Medici felt much better. She carefully picked up the chicken drumsticks that exuded an alluring fragrance with a fork and brought them to her lips.

She closed her eyes and smelled the long-lost fragrance.

She could barely remember what the food tasted like.

Here, you can maintain the energy supply in your body just by breathing, even if you don't eat.

But human beings’ pursuit of delicious food is engraved in their bones. The taste of food that she had not enjoyed in 500 years made it difficult for Medith to control her emotions.

She carefully stuck out her tongue and licked the drumstick.

"Really delicious."

She almost bit her tongue.

For a quasi-super strong person, the operation of biting the tongue is simply unbelievable.It's all just because she hasn't tasted food in so long.

She is not a magician, so she naturally has no storage space.

Even if there was space, no one would be as boring as Matthew and use the storage space as a food warehouse.

Seeing her enjoying herself, Surante smiled happily.Let a senior who has not enjoyed delicious food for 500 years experience the joy of delicious food. This chicken leg is not in vain.

Just when everyone was about to enjoy the food, the air in the hall suddenly became several degrees colder.

"Leave the chicken butt and head to me."