Not an Infinite Manga

Even if he pushes and squeezes the magic power in his body, he can't make the dark purple flame dissipate a little, and can create the existence of such a flame... How could it be just an automatic doll? !

The onlookers were whispering each other, and Feigler's three companions stared blankly at the result in front of them.

There was no fierce confrontation, and there was no stubborn resistance as imagined. It was just that a fluttering flame slammed into the defensive force field unfolded on the Feigler doll, and the situation was determined in an instant.

Watching the magic on Feigler's puppet dissipate, until the molten iron melts, the joints turn to ashes, and Eve's heart... becomes nothingness, the inexplicable surprise became the main theme of the scene.

Yes, how could such a level of flame be driven by a puppet?Looking at Carroll, most of them have doubts. Isn't this some powerful magician joking with them?

Because the boy ran into the shop, Carroll, the shop owner and clerk, taught her a lesson. Such a script seems to be able to pass.

"Carol... is the name given to me by the store manager."

"As for whether you say I'm a doll or not..."

The black-haired girl with outstanding appearance took off her white apron, raised her jade-like left arm, and put her right hand on gently, then

"Crack-"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the parts dragging ring, under the watchful eyes of the public, the left arm that could vaguely see the parts of the mechanism was uprooted by the girl... no, the doll was uprooted.

The girl-shaped automaton Carol has officially become the signature doll of the Garfield Doll Museum from today.

Chapter [-] Garfield Doll House

"Sorry, the Garfield Doll House doesn't do your business, please go back."

"Bam—"

In the face of the blond male clerk's rejection, a middle-aged man covered in fat and bald on the top of his head slapped the counter with a ferocious slap.

"Why?! Why can everyone else buy it, but I can't?!"

Enduring the spittle of the person in front of him, Rabel politely nodded to the guests who were looking around, and then turned to the man in front of him.

"Because on this form, the customer did not fill in the specific or general needs for purchasing dolls."

Rabel shook the large blank form in his hand, but obviously this statement was not understood by the guests.

"This kind of thing, can't you get it after a little trick? If other stores do it, your store can't do it?!"

The purchase of automatic dolls requires registration, especially in places like doll shops. Every time an automatic doll is sold, there must be necessary records, and then the government will come to check.

However, most doll shops will give priority to meeting the needs of customers. As long as you give more money, this kind of thing is nothing more than a piece of waste paper, you can fill it as you want.

So from this point of view, the anger of this fat man is justifiable.

"Of course, the reason for the problem is not this, but because... customer, you just wanted to do something with the products in the store, right? It's okay to simply observe the quality of the products, just..."

"You're not welcome in this store. If you try to put your hand under the doll's skirt, I'll chop off your hand."

A cold and faint voice came from one side, Fatty shivered all over, and subconsciously covered his swollen right hand, that female clerk...it was really terrifying.

The signature smile on Rabel's face gradually subsided, and he put the form aside.

"The Garfield Doll Museum has all kinds of automatic dolls, but there is no doll that can help some people get rid of some loneliness."

"I can only observe from you that you are full of disgusting desires, so... your business will not be done here, please come back."

For a time, the fat man only felt that the sights were like steel needles and sharp swords constantly poking at him from all directions, and the sweat dripped from his cheeks.

"What the hell!? Pretending to be arrogant, I see how long your shop can last!!"

As you can imagine, after letting go of the harsh words as usual, the man slammed out the door, and the doll shop was calm again.

It's just that the other guests seem to have been affected by the scene just now, and their movements when looking at their favorite puppets are somewhat lighter.

Facing the calm gaze from Carroll, La Belle sighed, this guy... even his expression when he is satisfied is so cold...

Although this kind of unconventional seems to be the same thing, the question is whether everyone puts the desire in their hearts on their faces.

Some seem to be honest guys, but they are really not comparable to ordinary people when they are perverted.

"I said the store manager, is this really okay?"

Without looking back, Rabel said with a sigh like that, under the window not far behind the counter, a specially cleaned space was placed with wooden tables and rattan chairs, and the black tea that had been brewed on the table was still there. The man who was leaning back against the rattan chair, holding a newspaper and looking at it leisurely, raised his head while steaming slightly.

"It doesn't matter. Since it's what Carol wants to do, let her do it well. Anyway, we're not short of money."

Putting down the newspaper, he took a sip from the teacup. When he put down his arm, Carol was already standing beside Luo Xiu, holding up the teapot.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, Master, this is what I should do."

"How does the tea taste? What's the temperature? Should it be better with some desserts... Or does the host not like things that are too sweet?"

Looking at Carroll's smile, which seemed to eclipse the sunlight projected from the window, Rabel felt a little pain in his eyes. When he saw the women passing by outside the window constantly stopping outside the store, it was even more painful. .

And... my heart hurts a little too.

Of course, there is no shortage of money in the store. When he saw Luo Xiu stacking gold bricks on the counter a week ago, the impact had already made him depressed.

And now this sentence comes out... crit...

"jingle--"

Sigh at the injustice of life, but guests still have to be received.