Unspeakable bubbles

"Hurry up and serve the food, I can't take it anymore."

"Phew, I'm not eating, I'm going to sleep now."

It's dangerous for a group of novice pig-headed people to work the night shift, so the processing plant quieted down early today.

Everything went as Toca had predicted; he knew his opportunity had arrived.

After returning to his room, he patiently waited until late at night. After going out for a walk to make sure no one was on duty, the pig-headed man pulled Bubble out of the room.

"We're leaving here today."

Toka stopped in front of the processing plant.

He looked back at his 'home' and was filled with emotion.

"Hehe!"

Just then, Bubble waved to the distance, and a catwoman ran over quickly.

Coco hid the bubbles behind her back and looked at the pig-headed man warily.

Who are you, and what do you want?

She had originally planned to risk sneaking in today, but after waiting in the jungle outside the door for a while, she actually saw a pig-headed man leading Bubble out.

"You can talk?" Toka was extremely surprised.

"...What?" The pig-headed man's question was utterly inexplicable.

“Well, I thought no demi-human could speak except me,” Toka said honestly.

"What kind of logic is that?" Keke pouted.

"You, a pig-headed man, can talk, so why can't I?"

"He's Toka, the one who's been taking care of Bubble these past few days."

The little girl tugged at Lakoko's clothes; she didn't want her older sister and Toka to argue.

"is it?"

Coco looked at the pig-headed man suspiciously. "Thanks. It's getting late, we'll be going now."

"Wait, I'll come too."

"Uh"

Coco blinked. "What do you mean?"

“I don’t want to stay here anymore. I want to go with you,” Toka said firmly.

"..."

Keke looked troubled. To be honest, she was barely able to take care of herself and had no time to take on a burden.

"There's nothing good about the outside world, you should go back," the catwoman advised gently.

"She's right. It's not necessarily more comfortable outside than staying in the factory."

Suddenly a voice rang out, and Morrison emerged from the unlit guardhouse.

Toka and Coco were taken aback. Just as they were about to make a move, Morrison waved the weapon in his hand and said, "Gentlemen, don't get excited."

Morrison looked at Toka with a sigh, "I thought of many possibilities, but I really didn't expect it to be you."

Toka gave a wry smile, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Boss Morrison, I want to go out."

"Hey, this is the first time you've spoken to me... Get out. What can you do outside?"

The man said sarcastically, "Toka, ask the girl next to you what kind of situation you demi-people are in Elijah."

With a gun pointed at him, Keke didn't dare to move.

Seeing Toka looking at her, she could only say helplessly, "You're practically a slave now, Toka. Let me give you a piece of advice: if you can get a full meal here, don't go out."

Did you hear that?

Morrison shook his head. "You'll starve if you go out. Toka, come back, and I'll pretend today's events never happened."

"Boss Morrison?" Toka was somewhat moved. This guy was always ruthless, but he had taken care of him on several occasions.

However, the pig-headed man's resolve could not be shaken by a few words from others.

"Boss, I've been living a muddled life all these years. I just eat, work, and sleep every day. I haven't done anything meaningful."

“I think,” the pig-headed man hesitated for a moment, “I want to find my own value.”

Perhaps it was too unbelievable for a pig-headed man to say such things, because both Coco and Morrison were stunned.

Is this guy a pig-headed man?

“Value… cut meat has no value?” Morrison looked at Toka strangely. In all his years, he had never seen a pig-headed man like this before.

Toka said hesitantly, "Boss Morrison, about that meat..."

"As long as I can make money, who cares about anything else?"

The man glanced at Keke and the others, "Go, go, go, don't get in the way."

"Huh, you're letting us go?"

"Hmph, what's the point of keeping you here? There's no food to eat here."

Upon hearing this, Keke tried to pull the little girl away, but after several attempts, he couldn't budge her.

"Uncle, please let Toka go," the little girl pleaded.

"Little friend, I haven't raised him for nothing all these years. If you want to leave, you can."

Morrison held up two fingers. "Two options!"

"First, give me some money. Do you have any?"

Bubble scratched her head; she didn't have any money.

"No money? Then there's only one other way."

Morrison scoffed, "These days, might makes right. If your fist is bigger than mine, then I'll listen to you."

Bubble gestured with her fist and then lowered her head in frustration.

"What kind of hero threatens a child with a gun?"

Coco retorted defiantly, "If you're so capable, throw away your gun and fight that pig-headed man over there with your bare hands."

"Do you think I'm stupid? If you keep nagging, I'll change my mind and get lost!"

"Wait, it's money, right?"

Coco looked at the bubbles, gritted her teeth, and said, "I'll give it to you!"

"you?"

"I don't know how much a pig-headed man costs, but here's the card."

Keke pulled out a bank card with a pained expression: "All my savings are in there, are you going to let me go or not?"

Morrison hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not commit the robbery.

The money was just an excuse; his real intention was not to leave with the card, but unexpectedly, the demi-human actually took out his bank card.

He turned his gaze to Toka, whose eyes were filled with hope.

'That arrogant brat...just like I used to be.'

“Toka, you’ll regret this,” Morrison sighed. “It’s not so easy to get out here.”

The pig-headed man looked at him firmly, without backing down.

"Phew, okay, here you go. Don't starve to death on the streets in a few days."

Morrison put away his gun and, unexpectedly, handed the card to Toca.

"this......"

"Take it. I don't have the guts to go out and make my own way, but consider it as fulfilling my dream."

Morrison patted the pig-headed man on the shoulder. "If you can't make it on your own, don't be ashamed to come back. You're a great cook, come back and keep cooking for us!"

Section 111, Chapter 110, Previous Lesson

"Haito, we've been waiting for days."

Oda Ayaka sat to the side and sighed, "Bubble probably won't be coming back. There's no point in waiting any longer."

"Kaito, don't be stubborn. Listen to our advice and go back." Yamada Taku said this for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

"Silly child, it's all in the newspapers. The teacher is heartbroken too, but let's accept reality."

Locke looked at Haidou, who remained silent, with a headache. How come he never realized Haidou was so stubborn?

Elijah was not a place to linger. He wanted to return home after coming back from the police station, but Haidou absolutely refused to agree.

"Teacher, Bubble will be fine, let's wait patiently." Haidou finally spoke, but his words were clearly not to everyone's liking.

"The teacher said Bubble is gone, why do you keep contradicting her!"

Ayaka Oda jumped up from the chair. She'd had enough fun and didn't want to stay in such a dangerous place any longer.

“Bubble isn’t dead,” Haidou emphasized again.

"Well, let's go back first. The teacher will keep in touch with Elijah's police regularly."

"As soon as Bubble received a message, the teacher rushed to save her."

Locke struck a confident pose, "The teacher is a hidden magician on campus, Haito, you have to have faith in the teacher."

Well, the so-called hidden magician was obviously something Locke made up to fool Haidou.

The methods he used to kill the terrorists that day were not those of an ordinary teacher.

Although Locke himself felt that the identity of this 'magician' was far-fetched, fortunately, Haidou accepted it without any doubt.

Haidou glanced at Locke with melancholy, not believing a word he said.