CH 52.2

“Don’t say that Doug, each of us is good at different places… I still remember your golden lobster roast. The lobster stood up when the cover was lifted; it was amazing!”

“Well, you can do it too if it’s you.”

“I am over-flattered…….”

Wait, why do you suddenly flatter each other? And there is also a story about Zhonghua!

Although she likes cooking, it is only for eating, not for cooking! Let her learn to cook with a hand that can’t cut vegetables evenly. Let her go!

What’s wrong with drawing comics? She likes to make comics.

Luya’s head is big. The two old friends flatter each other endlessly. They might as well get married.

She finished the coffee in one sip, and after eating the bacon chicken wraps and hash browns that Luoding gave her, she left the kitchen with Matthew’s food.

Before the restaurant opens, Matthew always sits quietly in the shop.

He didn’t seem to remember people, except he was not noisy and looked at everything around him blankly like a baby. Luoding is like his father. He has been taking care of him all the time. He will only start eating when you put food in front of him.

Luya put the breakfast in front of Matthew and sighed after watching him start eating.

The miracle that the bond can awaken people will never happen. Matthew seems to have completely lost his soul. It is difficult to match him now with the brave and fearless youth.

“It’s okay, Matthew; I can take you for treatment in a few days.”

Luya knew he could not hear what she said, but she still talked to him without thinking. “Uncle Luoding said that through treatment, you can recover. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I’ll do my best to help you. We wouldn’t be here now if you hadn’t stepped forward.”

“…”

Matthew was still dully eating food and could not understand what Luya was saying. He is like a background NPC with no personality in the story; Luya stares at him sadly and begins to think about the Red Dragon and Lu Dahuang in her heart.

I don’t know what the puppy is doing now. Since they were brought back to the imperial capital, I don’t know if kind people adopted him. It’s stinky temper; can the new owner bear it?

After Matthew finished his meal, it was time for the restaurant to open.

Luya helped clean up the plates, sent Matthew to the room, put on some makeup, and left the restaurant.

Today, the defense on the street has been relaxed a lot, and the number of Imperial soldiers on patrol has also decreased significantly. In Midtown, it is generally ordinary office workers and white-collar workers. The questioning of the Imperial soldiers is more random and lax. The overall sense of depression and despair is not as severe as it is in the slums.

Luya wanted to take advantage of today’s free time to go around the Imperial Capital.

Anyway, she came to another world. This was the first city she saw that hadn’t been destroyed yet, and it felt like a city in the future. The central city of the imperial capital has a cyberpunk feel. The floors are very high, and the streets are full of electronic advertisements, but the economy is sluggish. There are not many people on the street, but some aristocratic ladies in high-end clothing stores measure sizes and select and customize dresses.

Luya walked casually on the street, and she could feel the pressure of survival of the people here just by looking at it. While thinking about the happiness index of ordinary people living in the imperial capital, she saw a corpse of a person who committed suicide by jumping off a building.

People on the way to work seem to have become accustomed to this. People going back and forth pass by the corpse numbly, and no one even stops to look.

Not long afterward, a cylindrical sweeping robot appeared on the corner of the street.

The robot’s limbs flexibly picked up the corpse, put it into an empty container, and sprayed disinfectant detergent from the air pressure tank on its back to wash the ground. Soon after, the remaining traces on the ground were washed away as if nothing had happened.

Luya kept watching the robot leave after doing these things in a complicated mood.

The atmosphere on this street is too depressing, and it is entirely different from the feeling on the Internet. Everyone was very interested in leaving messages, the rewards were very generous, and there were no negative words. It was completely unexpected that the whole society was like this.

Farus…why on earth did you ask me to find a job in such a place?

Luya looked back at the space behind her. It seemed that the consciousness of the Red Dragon didn’t seem to be awakened, and the ruthless streets were filled with a sense of despair that made breathing difficult.

At this moment, Luya also had a not-so-good premonition.

Is this task really to save you?

Or do you want me to stay in human society and live alone?

Luya clasped her palm lightly, feeling very panicked in her heart. She hopes she is worrying too much…How could Farus want to leave her behind?

She no longer misses the human world and wants to fly freely in the sky with him.