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    Chapter 76

    Back in her bedroom, Lucia didn't sleep either. She sat on a chair and waited for Mistry to come in.

    According to the past, as long as she leaves, Mistry will follow soon. But today, Lucia was waiting in the room, and she didn't wait for Mistry to come in.

    Lucia, who had only one mile of patience, couldn't wait any longer. She pushed open the window and lay on the window to watch the battle outside.

    Looking left and right, Lucia didn't think there was anything good about fighting.

    But Mistry liked it so much that he never came back.

    Lucia sneaked out of the window again, climbed to the roof, and found that Mistry was still sitting there, propping her chin to watch the battle in the distance.

    When Mistry was alone, there was no expression on his face, like a bystander, watching the match with criticality and scrutiny.

    Seeing Mistry's expression, Lucia was in a panic, she couldn't help picking a small stone from the roof and smashed it directly.

    The little stone duang hit Mistry on the head.

    Mistry, who was hit in the head, turned his head and laughed when he saw Lucia: "Lucia, what's wrong?"

    This is the Mistry that Lucia knew. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She leaned against the roof and released a pitiful light wave at Mistry: "I want to sleep, but I'm so scared by myself."

    "Huh? Does the eldest child Lucia want me to sleep with me?" Mistry said deliberately, "Is he a child again?"

    "Old children don't need it, but so many things happened today, and I will have nightmares at night." Lucia was weak and pitiful coquettishly, "Become a cat, Mimi~"

    "It's not impossible to become a cat again." Mistry sighed and looked at his hand, "But in this case, this one uses thirty sun crystals, two world tree leaves, and ten gods. Teardrop's body is going to be useless, so it doesn't matter?"

    Lucia changed her words instantly: "Hold your hands to sleep, Mimi~"

    Mistry laughed and glanced at the battle in the distance.

    Under the continuous charge of the knights, the huge monster had completely lost its combat effectiveness and became a huge target.

    "Okay." Mistry replied, walked to the eaves, pulled Lucia up and hugged her, "Go to sleep."

    Lucia dragged Mistry's clothes and leaned against Mistry's arms.

    His clothes were chilled by the night wind, but this coldness gave Lucia an infinite sense of security.

    When Mistry tucked her into the quilt, Lucia's hand immediately grew out of the quilt and grabbed Mistry's clothes.

    "Go to sleep." Mistry patted Lucia's little head lightly, took her hand, and sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, "I've always been here."

    "Yeah." Lucia replied softly, she rolled herself under the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes looking at Mistry.

    With a faint smile on his face, he looked at Lucia for a while, and asked, "Is there anything you want to say, Lucia?"

    "It's amazing, I've known you for so long."

    Moonlight filtered through the windows, bringing a slight glow to the interior.

    Lucia dimly saw the smile at the corner of Mistry's mouth in the darkness, and found that the arc of this smile didn't seem to have changed.

    "Yes, every day with you is very interesting." Mistry recalled, "Although at first, your words startled me."

    "I was also shocked at that time. I thought there was no one in the confessional." Lucia also had lingering fears when she remembered their first encounter. "At that time, I was afraid of being reported and burned to death."

    Mistry pinched Lucia's face: "No, you are so cute, they will only correct your wrong thinking."

    "It's not a mistake to not believe in God!" Lucia protested.

    "But now, you are also believing in me."

    Lucia grunted and put her face on Mistry's hand: "I believe in you, not because you are a god."

    "It's because you have been growing up with me, taking care of me, helping me, bringing me so many wonderful experiences, being gentle and considerate... I believe in such Mistry, and it has nothing to do with whether you are a god or not. nothing."

    "It seems that my missionary ability is very good." Mistry said with a smile.

    "Well..." Lucia looked up at Mistry, "but I have to apologize to you."

    "Apologize?" Mistry wondered, "Why?"

    "Because it's been so long, Mistry has been accommodating me, I don't know what you like." Lucia asked Mistry in a low voice, "What do you like?"

    Mistry replied gently: "I like Lucia."

    "That's not it!" Lucia didn't jump up to protest like in the past, and continued to whisper, "I think Mistry seems to like watching others fight."

    "Huh?" Mistry asked in surprise, "Why do you think so?"

    "Because I feel that today... Mistry is not right." Lucia said softly, "You don't talk much today, and you don't come back with me..."

    Listening to Lucia's coquetry, Mistry replied apologetically, "Sorry, I scared you."

    "It doesn't matter." Lucia didn't care about this, she put another small hand on Mistry's, "I just want to know, do you really like fighting so much?"

    "No, how should I say it." Mistry replied with consideration, "It's just a play, and you always have to see every key point... That's probably how it is."

    Lucia did not expect this answer.

    She always felt that this answer seemed familiar, but she couldn't think of what it was for a while.

    Subconsciously, Lucia gave up thinking and clenched Mistry's hand: "Violence is not good."

    "...Then, when you hit someone, how about thinking about this sentence?" Mistry reminded.

    "How can I be called violence." Lucia showed his own crooked reasoning, "That's me and my friends communicating feelings, how normal it is for children to fight each other."

    "It's normal for little ants to fight each other, how can this be called violence." Mistry immediately took up Lucia's fallacy.

    "I-I'm also a little ant. If I get beaten, will Mistry feel normal?"

    "That's different, you are my little ant." Mistry pinched Lucia's face, "Okay, don't worry, go to sleep, it's past your usual bedtime now."

    "Well." Lucia obediently closed her eyes, feeling a small heart beating in her chest.

    She nervously tugged Mistry's hand a little further, closed her eyes, and fell asleep restlessly after a while.

    Mistry waited patiently for Lucia to really fall asleep. He wanted to pull out the hand held by Lucia, but the little girl pulled it even tighter, and uttered vague dreams.

    Mistry, who originally wanted to move, simply gave up his thoughts and sat beside the bed.

    Seeing Lucia worrying about sleeping, Mistry couldn't help but gently stroke Lucia's hair and began to think.

    Now that Lucia can think wildly, it must be because there are not enough activities.

    It's time for a new campaign.

    When Lucia woke up the next day, she saw Mistry's very heavy expression.

    "I have to tell you bad news, Miss Lucia." Mistry looked at Lucia with sad eyes.

    Originally, Lucia was still a little confused because she slept too late last night, but she suddenly woke up: "What?"

    Could it be that in the end, Fast and the others succeeded in their conspiracy? Damaged the city?

    Or did last night's battle knights fail?

    "Our money is running out of money." Mistry said sadly.

    "..." The expression on Lucia's face suddenly collapsed, "What?!!"

    "Actually, when you came, you brought three gold coins for the tour fee, which would have been enough. But these days, every time you eat, you order a big one for me too, so now the money has been spent I got a gold coin." Mistry wiped her tears, "Miss Lucia is really kind."

    The destruction of the world, the extinction of the human race is too far away, and the money on him is not enough to make Lucia feel the real crisis.

    "But please don't worry." Mistry's tone changed, "I decided because Miss Lucia's kindness touched me."

    "Then give me my daily salary before!" Lucia suddenly remembered that if she believed in Mistry, she could get one silver coin every day, "And my life-long achievements in exam results!"

    Mistry pretended not to hear Lucia's words, and he happily announced: "Let's make money!"

    "But we have money!" Lucia didn't want to follow Mistry's steps at all. "You don't need to make money!"

    "Actually, I've already thought about it!" Mistry said happily, "I'll be Miss Lucia's assistant this time, and let's sell your products!"

    "My product?" Lucia was confused. "What product?"

    "Please wait a moment, the answer will be revealed soon." Mistry said with a smile.

    With his voice, the knock on the door sounded just right.

    Mist opened the door with a smile, and a huge crow flew in mid-air, clutching a package in its claws.

    "Thank you." Mistry said politely, taking the large package from the crow's claws, "You can go."

    After speaking, Mistry closed the door mercilessly, and walked to Lucia again with a smile: "Look, Miss Lucia!"

    Lucia, who witnessed the pitiful encounter of the crow: "..."

    The opened package contained four or five golden discs.

    A complex array is drawn on the gold disc, and beautiful gems are embedded in several nodes of the array.

    "What is this?" Lucia looked a little confused at this very expensive thing.

    "This is the communication tool you want to make." Mistry explained, "Here are a few samples, how about it?"

    Lucia was confused and didn't think that this thing with a diameter of fifteen centimeters and a thickness of two centimeters, inlaid with gold and silver, was a telephone: "How can this be used?"

    "Didn't you say it's for ordinary people. Do you think ordinary people can afford this thing?" Lucia questioned.

    "This one can actually be made of iron." Mistry explained with a smile, "These are made to sell to rich people. Since they are so rich, how can they use the same things as ordinary people? This is our A deluxe version of a communication tool."

    Lucia did not expect that even a god could understand the routine of eating big households.

    "For a communication tool like this, if you sell it, it will be at least twenty times more expensive than the cost."

    "No." Lucia couldn't help adding, "There are limited editions, deluxe editions, and collector's editions. In addition to these, each edition has to be divided into PLUS and mini, and the functions are not very good at the beginning, and they have to be updated every year.Just come out with a new one!"

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