Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 548

 Chapter 548 Sigrid will not dream of Lanci

 Snow Bear Palace, seventh floor.

Lanqi and Sigre's apartment-style suite was spacious and comfortable. The wooden furniture in the living room exuded fresh and natural fragrance, while the bed in the bedroom was soft and covered with thick wool bedding. Lanqi opened the door and took a look and felt like this orc city-state. not bad.

“As expected of the trading city-state closest to the Paulant Empire.”

Lan Qi sighed and returned to the living room shared by him and Sigre.

Sigre left the larger bedroom to him, and her suitcase had been put away for him, while she took the initiative to occupy the smaller one.

 “She was warning you just now, meow, that your favorability is getting lower.”

 The cat boss emerged from the shadow and jumped on Lan Qi's shoulder.

Thick curtains hang on the floor-to-ceiling windows to isolate the cold outside. When you open the curtains, you can see the beautiful scenery of Little Rock at night, with lights dotted and matching the starry sky.

Now that Sigre has gone shopping, Lan Qi doesn't have much work left today, so he stands leisurely in front of the living room window and looks at the city.

 “It's okay, the deduction shouldn't be much.”

Then, the little black cat was very busy on the marble table.

Sigre stared at the talking cat, her eyes a little surprised, but her expression remained unchanged.

"Um?"

 “Yes, meow.”

 Lanqi pointed to the cat boss and introduced it to Sigre.

However, the favorability may have become lower, but the relationship seems to be a little more familiar.

Lanqi turned around and responded.

 The cat boss stared at Lan Qi.

More than ten minutes passed.

It listened to the two people's sterile chat all the way.

 “Please come in.”

Sigre nodded, walked into the bedroom that belonged to her, and closed the door.

Lanqi said to Sigre.

　One person and one cat were standing by the window chatting.

 The cat boss looked up at Sigre.

I always feel that this little girl is the same as Lan Qi, and likes to think about some very rude things.

“It's our chef for the rest of the journey. Just give it the ingredients. You can rest now. I'll call you when dinner is ready.”

“Meow, meow, meow, who is the little black coal ball? Don't give me random names, meow!”

　　It was too troublesome to hold the cat on the road before, and the weather was also very cold, so it kept hiding in the shadows.

 Sigre remembered that there was no such cat when they set out.

It is not unusual for a wealthy noble lord to be able to afford a familiar, and this cat is not very strong either, probably at the third or fourth level.

 More importantly, the cooking must be done by the cat boss himself.

There was a knock on the door.

Although Lan Qi had called it a little black coal ball before, he didn't expect that this guy actually thought so and gave it such a nickname.

 At least it's not like Sigre's indifferent attitude before setting off.

 The cat boss scolded Lan Qi.

Boss Cat knows that Lan Qi himself is not a talkative person, but if the people traveling with him are good at chatting, there may always be topics to talk about.

The door was opened. Sigre returned from the market and walked into the living room with a bag full of ingredients in her hands.

Sigre is still keeping a distance with a cold face, but Boss Cat feels that she and Lan Qi have become a little better.

 “Then plain dark sugar-free whole wheat bread?”

Lan Qi said with a smile.

 “Can I come in?”

 The cat boss gave up, jumped off Lan Qi's shoulder, and walked gracefully towards the shopping bag of ingredients placed on the ground by Sigre.

Now that he is a little familiar with Sigre, Lan Qi thought that he should be able to introduce Boss Cat to her.

“…forget it, call it whatever you like.”

 It seemed that the journey might have been a bit boring, but Sigre made it a lot more interesting for him.

Lan Qi thought about it seriously, then turned his head and asked.

Her eyes noticed the little black cat on Lan Qi's shoulder.

　　Doesn't look like he's too smart.

 “Let me introduce you, it is my familiar, the little black coal ball.”

It is small in stature, but its movements are extremely agile and skillful. It uses telekinesis magic to skillfully manipulate various kitchen utensils, and a harmonious rhythm comes from the pots and pans.

 On the sofa in the living room, Lan Qi flipped through the translation of "Genesis" from the Blood Moon era that he carried with him.

No matter how time passes, only this book has been handed down across tens of thousands of years.

 In this era, there are far fewer interpretations of the Book of Genesis than in the modern world. Even the writings of the Gods are rarely understood by people.

Of course, there are some magical translations that are not available in the world.

Although Lan Qi cannot learn the magic in "Genesis", there are many contents in it that are arias and heroic poems described in the words of the gods. Let's take a look at "Chapter of Rock and Shelter" before repairing the statue in Little Rock tomorrow. ", which can also make him more familiar with this god.

 Personally, he is more familiar with "Chapter of Storm and Freedom", and its content is somewhat related to the ruins in [Original Slate - Wind].

He also had some interpretations of "Chapter of Sealing and Imprisonment". After all, the [Original Slate-Seal] is in his hand now, but at the fourth level, he can't soul-bind it yet.

 Looking through the book, Lan Qi had a cup of cooled tea next to her hand. It was unknown how much time had passed.

 He occasionally looked up at the scenery outside the window, and then continued reading.

 Until the fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen.

 The dinner carefully prepared by the little black cat has been completed.

 “Meow, meow, meow, it's time to eat.”

It gently tapped Sigre's bedroom door with its paws, and called Lanqi "meow" to wake him up from being immersed in a book.

 The door to Sigre's room opened. She still wore a beret even in the hotel. As the fragrance penetrated, she looked towards the dining table.

 On the table, there was a dinner that was as sumptuous as she had expected.

The main dish is chicken stewed in white wine. The rich sauce is blended with the aroma of cream and white wine. The chicken is tender and juicy. It is paired with soft mashed potatoes and lightly mixed with the silky sauce. The pan-fried beef steak looks oily and tempting. The surface is slightly burnt, and the red wine sauce, truffle and pepper sauce add a bit of meaty flavor to it. The vegetable salad is a refreshing decoration. Fresh lettuce is paired with crispy duck meat, mango and carrots, and is topped with salad dressing.

The cat boss made some simple dishes that he was familiar with based on the winter ingredients Lanqi ordered.

Sigre sat at the table, staring at the dinner, and remained motionless.

 “Why don't you start?”

Lan Qi came over, pulled out a chair, sat opposite her, and asked.

 “I'll eat it when you come.”

 Sigre replied.

 “Don't be so formal.”

Lan Qi smiled and extended his hand to signal her to please. Sigre nodded and stopped being polite. She picked up the cutlery and forked a piece of beef, put it in her mouth and took a bite. She was immediately conquered by the tenderness of the meat and the aroma of the sauce, and her chewing speed became faster.

　　Although the way she ate was not polite at all, no matter how hungry she looked, she only took a small part of the public meal, finished it quickly, and sat on the chair.

"Meow…"

The cat boss stood up from the chair and took a look at the corner of the table. It was made for two people. Unexpectedly, Sigre didn't seem to be full yet.

Thinking about it carefully, she is growing taller at her age and her job is physical work. It is normal to eat more. Her living habits seem to be very frugal. It seems that it is rare to have such good food.

“I was quite full before setting off today and I can't finish so much. Could you please help us get rid of some more ingredients?”

Lanqi looked at Sigre and asked.

 He ate very slowly and was still cutting the steak slowly.

Sigre glanced at Lanqi and nodded.

She could probably tell that her employer was tactfully telling her to eat more.

But she doesn't shy away from others' kindness.

"Thanks."

Sigre said so and continued to eat.

A few minutes later, the dinner on the table was cleared away. Sigre leaned back on the chair with an expressionless expression and burped.

 It may be a bit rude, but she has discovered that no matter whether her actions and words are etiquette or not, as long as it does not affect business, the employer will tolerate her very gently.

It's not as exaggerated as the secretary said. He is such a wealthy and proud powerful man. You can't do this or that in front of him.

“My appetite should get better tomorrow, so let's buy more ingredients.”

Lanchi had also finished his dinner. He took out the note from his pocket and modified the number of shopping list items on it.

 Seeing young people eating made him feel quite happy.

 Eat more to thrive.

There is no need to worry about gaining weight or having a high education. The hard-working Sigre will definitely be an outstanding young man in the future.

“Be clear, if you fail to repair the statue, I will try my best to protect you from being beaten.”

 Sigre said suddenly.

To be honest, she had never heard of an artist like Rocky or a famous craftsman in the Paulante Empire, let alone seen his works.

  It is most likely that Mr. Rocky McCarthy was able to obtain such a gorgeous title as Royal Craftsman because of his distinguished status and wide connections, and he occasionally gave gifts to the royal family.

 Actually, if he was really powerful, the royal family would have made his works famous in the Paulant Empire.

According to Sigre's understanding of the orcs, only a generation of great craftsmen are qualified to touch their sacred-level ancient relics and statues, and the results of the repairs can also be clearly judged objectively using appraisal magic, because the statues themselves They are ancient relics that have the effect of magical works of art and cannot be faked in the slightest.

It will be considered a success if the orcs can barely accept it tomorrow.

In the worst case scenario, if the statue of the **** is damaged, although the status of the great lord of Little Rock City is not enough to damage the relationship with the Paulante Empire, the same cannot be said for the people below, and they may really be beaten up by the people. pause.

Just thinking about that terrible situation gave Sigre a headache.

If it weren't for the fact that this employer treated her quite well, she wouldn't want to get involved in this kind of muddy water no matter how much money was given to her.

 “Oh? Thank you.”

Lan Qi looked up and said with a smile.

 The contract only stipulated that Sigre should ensure his safety in the event of an accident.

If it is a non-accidental accident caused by the employer himself, she does not need to help him avoid the disaster.

“Of course, if I take action, it won't be free.”

 Sigre waved her hand and walked towards her bedroom.

 Although her physical strength is very good, she will still race against time to sleep when she rarely has time to rest.

 She won't have much time to rest in the next few days. Most days she will have to drive intensively in bad weather.

She didn't even change her clothes, she just lay down on the bed.

 The current Northern Continent, the Protos Empire.

As the first rays of light on the horizon hit Hrom, the city begins to shake off the tranquility of the night.

Skyscrapers shine in the morning light, and the outlines of ancient churches and floating pavements in other dimensions appear even more psychedelic in the hazy fog.

 The sky gradually changes from dark blue to soft orange, and the golden sunlight penetrates the clouds and illuminates every corner of the city.

In a private residence on the top floor of a high-rise building in the center of the city-state of Helrom, the sun shines gently through the half-open blinds, gently awakening the bedroom.

The bedroom decoration style is quite modern. Some simple art works are hung on the walls, which complement the light tones of the room. The queen-size bed has neat bedding, and black and green pillows are placed casually aside.

Sigrid's cheeks were illuminated and she slowly opened her eyes from sleep.

 “Hoo.”

She yawned, sat up, moved her body, hung her feet down, and placed them gently on the carpet.

 I don't know why, but she has always felt sleepy these past two days. If Gloria, the direct soldier, did not wake her up, she would sleep for a long time.

 It is true that I have been working a lot recently.

The alliance between their Protos Empire and the neighboring Kingdom of Estherland is very important. As long as this alliance is negotiated, no matter what threats there are in the north, the entire south bank front will be quite strong, and she can also have a short period of vacation. .

In the Kingdom of Estherland, the Church of the Goddess of Destiny has a very high status since ancient times. They are also one of the negotiating parties in this alliance. This is also the rare time in history that a single branch of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny and the Church of Resurrection can reconcile. Condition.

 “I actually dreamed of the Holy Son.”

Sigrid smiled and shook her head.

 In the dream, she turned into a little girl and set foot on the snowy field with the Son again.

It was a very terrible and chaotic era. The little girl never felt at ease for a single second. Even living was like a struggle for her. Sigrid didn't know why she would do such a thing. Nightmare.

Even now that she woke up, she felt like she was breaking out in a cold sweat, and her heart was beating with an inconsistent rhythm, as if the fear was still in her heart.

  Unfortunately, in the dream, she had no memory of the real world, and her attitude towards the Holy Son was very cold.

 Sit on the bed for a while and think about the dream.

“Damn it, I am a child in the dream, I can't beat him.”

Sigrid muttered to herself sadly.

She still remembered the hateful look of the Holy Son, who tricked her into promising not to talk nonsense during the repair ceremony, and then he looked happy.

“Forget it, the favorability of the dream does not count.”

 With a few more days of hard work, you can escape to the Southern Continent to enjoy a short holiday.

Sigrid heard from the little black cat that the Wilford family, except Lanci, all believed in the Goddess of Destiny, so she thought that if she wanted to visit her at that time, she might be able to bring some souvenirs from the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in the Northern Continent, so she asked The Church of the Goddess of Destiny inquired about it, and the other party happily gave her a gift as a symbol of peace and friendship.

She said she wanted to ask for an extra talisman to bless marriage, but the Church of the Goddess of Destiny actually gave it to her.

Sigrid looked at the small shining jewelry on her wrist and smiled slightly.

Possibly because she felt too comfortable being basked in the sun, Sigrid couldn't help but stretched her body and wiped away her tears with her fingertips.

 As we all know, dreams are difficult to continue. I shouldn't have any more nightmares tonight.

But even if it is a nightmare, he will definitely save himself.

 (End of this chapter)

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