Demon King Dad

Xiao Bread held his forehead, and was so frightened by the idiot's indifferent eyes that he finally dared not scream. She shrank her body and took a step back, but when she saw the idiot picking up the newspaper again to prepare the letter box, she hesitated a little timidly, and finally gathered courage and reached out and grabbed the idiot's trousers.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The blood pupil opened and looked at the little bread with a sneer: "Hey, this girl really likes to help you. Although most of them are unhelpful."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The idiot stopped his hand in the newspaper. He lowered his head and looked down at the girl who was holding on to his trousers. After pondering for a moment, he handed her the newspaper in his hand.

"Wow~~~! Wow~~~~!"

The fear on Little Bread's face was immediately replaced by cheers. She stretched out two small hands and pinched the newspaper tightly. Then turned around, ran to the mailbox over there, stood on tiptoes against the newspaper...

"Woo...! Woo...!"

It looks like... She seems to want to stuff the newspaper into the mailbox, right?

But due to not being tall enough, this unaware little girl stood on tiptoe desperately and sighed at the one-meter-high mailbox. But she didn't seem to have thought about giving up. She stuck her chin on the pillar of the letter box and kept arching her chin against the newspaper. It seemed that this would be able to lift himself up like those caterpillars.

Unfortunately, it seems that God has destined her to be impossible to climb a pole like a bug in this life. With an unstable footstep, the little girl staggered back a few steps and sat on the ground.

Her face...red.

Surely the sitting just now made her **** hurt, right?

The idiot shook his head and stepped forward slowly. Before the girl was sobbing, he picked her up and handed it to the mailbox.

"Woo...Woo?"

Xiao Bao probably also knows his incompetence, right? She turned her head and glanced at the idiot, looking as though she was afraid of him being angry. The idiot always kept that expression looking at her. After looking at her for about three seconds, the little girl finally figured out that the idiot was not angry, and the worry and fear on her face turned into excitement again, and she stuffed the newspaper in her hand. mailbox.

Finally, I took two shots on the mailbox.

"Woo~~~!"

"Help" is done. Bun turned his head and smiled at the idiot again. The idiot just shook his head, carried his bag, and ran towards the next destination again. And before the next mailbox, the idiot held the little girl again and asked her to stuff the newspaper in. Next, next...

Until, the last newspaper.

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In an instant, it was six o'clock. Now this time is also the busiest time of the tea restaurant. The shop, which was already understaffed, was busily exploding! The store manager personally lifted up his sleeves and fought hard with the working-students under his staff, but he was still so busy that he had no time to take care of others.

At this moment, a clerk inadvertently glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and suddenly shouted: "The manager! It's six o'clock!"

"Nonsense! Of course I know six o'clock!" The store manager who was instructing the pastry maker inadvertently replied.

"So what about those newspapers? Are they all glowing?"

"……………………newspaper?!"

The store manager with a mustache was taken aback, and immediately remembered that he still had a side job he hadn't finished! In fact, thinking about it carefully, he originally planned to send a dozen shop assistants to help deliver the newspaper. After all, those over a thousand copies are not a small amount! But when I got busy, I forgot about it! What should we do now? Of course it is impossible to send out all the newspapers just by the 13-year-old child!

The store manager felt a tingling scalp, as if he had heard someone from "above" come to chat with him. I guess it must have come to talk to him about why he put aside the work arranged by the empire and busy his own private business first? Is it important for him to make money for himself, or is it more important to help the empire?

According to common sense, money can be earned a little less, but the work laid down on it must not be delayed. And this is not a long-term task. It will take about two or three weeks to replenish the manpower and relieve himself of the burden. But the problem is that their stores are already full, and some of them are still not satisfied with their speed of serving food. Should he blast all these guests out? In this case, when the newspaper's mission is over, my own shop is probably "over".

"Oh shit!"

The store manager swiped the towel in his hand on the chopping board and ran to the back of the store quickly. He could already imagine that there were still newspapers piled up there like a hill. And he was destined to be called to drink tea and chat!

open…………

The shop manager, who was entangled in his heart, saw an empty space.

The back hall that was full of newspapers is now empty so comforting. The manager rubbed his eyes, and for a moment thought he was too anxious and made a mistake. But after calming down, what I saw was still an empty space...

"This... the store manager?"

Some unreasonable shop assistants also followed the shop manager here. Each of them rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight. After seeing the empty space here, he also showed the same expression as the store manager.

"I don't know... don't ask me...!"

The store manager rubbed his swollen temples and began to think about it. Soon, he thought of the child. However, he couldn't believe what he said, that the child was able to send out more than a thousand newspapers in just three hours. Therefore, it is likely that the child took the newspaper out and threw it away, not delivered to the students and teachers at all!

At the moment, the store manager immediately sent a child with fast feet to ask those customers. If you really did not get the newspaper, you must apologize. Moreover, he has already booked to send out a mission application to catch the little beggar and send it to the trial court for conviction!

but……

When the clerk came back, he said that everyone was satisfied, and there was no fact that the newspaper missed.

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Night belongs to the stars.

Security is dark.

The night is late, and people are quiet. The idiot put the sleepy bun after eating on the bed and patted the incomplete dulan tree that had destroyed the wooden house.

The leaves of the Dulan tree shyly shrank again, and the idiot pushed open the twisted wooden door, jumped out of the house two meters above the ground, and landed steadily.

The chains rattled, and taking advantage of the darkness, the idiot moved slowly to the glorious tower located in the center of the college. Ride the elevator to the top of the tower and push open the door of the principal's office. Behind the large desk, sitting is Headmaster Campa who is reading documents and drinking wine.

The only light on in the room was the one on the desk. The light was dim, and there was no way to illuminate anyone except Campa. Idiots are not disgusted with this environment, because the more darkness, the more places he can hide. He walked to the desk, stretched out his left hand, spread it out.

"Six Inel."

Principal Campa hadn't seen the idiot since just now. After the idiot reached out, he just casually took out six copper coins from the drawer and placed them in the idiot's hands.

Get paid, idiots don't need to stay here anymore. He turned around and was about to leave, and Campa didn't do anything to try to stay. The idiot walked to the door, stretched out his hand, and held the door handle...

"How much money have you saved."

Abruptly, an indifferent voice came from the dim light.

The idiot pressed the doorknob without answering.

"Hmm...According to my calculations, including the money you spent last time selling tickets, it should be close to six hundred Sura."

Finally, the idiot slowly turned his head, and his cold pupils stared at the old man in the dim light with caution.

The money was accumulated by his hard work. The principal asked the idiot what he wanted to do with his deposit balance? Is it to blackmail? Or blackmail?

Campa certainly noticed the idiot's eyes, he just snorted, threw the document in his hand on the table, and drank the wine in the glass.

"When this goes on, when will you save up to 1,000 Sura to buy Fire Dragon Tongue? And, it's not that you can treat that girl with Fire Dragon Tongue once to heal her throat. Did I say it before? It might just be'Yes Partial effect' only."

The idiot was waiting, he was waiting for Campa to clarify.

Campa changed to a more comfortable position and lay on the leather chair, continuing to maintain the sneer at the corner of his mouth. After waiting for a while, he pointed to the document that had just been thrown on the table and motioned to the idiot to take a look.

After thinking about it, the idiot stepped forward and picked up the document. I saw that this document was bound with a bronzing border, which was fundamentally different from the task briefings of those D-class tasks that idiots took over. And on the front of the document, a very elegant line of text was written neatly--

Invitation card.

The idiot opened the document and read it. At the same time, Campa next to him turned his chair, looked at the night outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, and began to explain——

"The Black Dragon Empire, this is a medium-sized empire about the same size as the Bucks Empire. It is adjacent to the Bucks, with the death desert as the border, and it was sworn into fire and water with the Bucks 30 years ago, during local wars and invasions. It happened."

"After the current His Majesty the Buck King ascended the throne, His Majesty finally reached an armistice agreement with the Black Dragon Empire through various means. Since then, there is nothing wrong with each other, forming a good situation of peaceful coexistence."

The night outside the window was deep, and the idiot continued to look at the invitation, with Campa's explanation echoing in his ears.

"This spring is the 30th anniversary of the peace agreement between the stag and the black dragon empires. To celebrate, the war maiden of the black dragon empire, who is the current empire in charge, Princess Garcia Desi sent this invitation letter. , Invited the ten best students from the strongest academy in the Bucks Empire to go to the Black Dragon Empire for a friendly match with the ten students sent by them."

"This game can be regarded as the prelude to the celebration of the 30-year peace agreement between the two countries. No matter who wins or loses, both sides can become the cornerstone of mutual friendship. At that time, other people from our country are welcome to visit the Black Dragon Empire to watch the battle and visit diplomacy envoy."

"The above is the main content of this invitation letter."