Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

"Anyway, break the opening of the garbage bag for me first... No, open it." An Lun thought about it, and finally changed the verb.

"Obey, my proud master!"

After a few minutes.

Looking at the tied garbage bag, An Lun wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.

Shoveling shit doesn't seem to be as difficult as he imagined.

"Sirius, next, we will split up."

Pointing to the remaining litter boxes, An Lun, who had successfully demonstrated, handed Sirius a garbage bag again.

"Sirius must live up to expectations, my proud master!"

So, about ten minutes later.

With the first experience, An Lun is obviously much more comfortable when handling the litter box behind.

However, when he turned around to look at the progress of Sirius, the clip in An Lun's hand fell to the floor with a bang.

The mouth under the mask was slightly opened, and An Lun's mood at this time was even more shocking than when Sirius performed "Break Open" just now.

In front of the light green cat litter box, the girl was squatting, using the tongs in her hand, like frying chestnuts, to turn over the smelly things in the box.

Are you Arale? ?

An old mouthful stuck firmly in An Lun's throat, making him speechless for a long time.

It wasn't until Sirius noticed the scorching gaze of his master and stopped his movements that An Lun finally shook his head in a daze.

"Sirius, what were you... doing just now?"

"Report, my proud master! Sirius is picking up treasure!"

"Pick up the baby?"

"I heard from the head maid that cat poop coffee tastes more mellow than ordinary coffee, so I want to collect some, dry it and make it for the master to drink!"

An Lun: "???"

Then I really thank you!

Covering most of his face with a slap, An Lun should have asked Dido to help him if he knew that the matter would develop to this point.

One thing to say, An Lun really didn't expect that Sirius was not only proficient in dark cooking enough to kill gods, but now he was even ready to do the old eight's handiwork.

In order not to let his daughter-in-law go astray, An Lun quickly snatched the trash bag from the girl's hand, and explained solemnly:

"Sirius, you have to know that cat poop coffee is not made of cat poop."

"Is that so?" The girl, who didn't know why, tilted her head a little naturally.

An Lun wanted to reprimand her a few more words, but she was just too cute.

In the end, this shit was shoveling and shoveling, and somehow it became a one-on-one common sense popularization between An Lun and Sirius.

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At the same time, the North Atlantic waters around the royal family.

A transport ship departing from Beilian to the royal family is slowly sailing on the sea.

In the captain's room of the transport ship, a fair-skinned, squint-eyed man was seriously communicating with the two girls.

"Sorry, Ms. Leander and Ms. Achilles, due to your recent violations of the agreement on the transport ship, the cooperation agreement between us has to be voided."

"Captain Brad, can't you be more flexible and give us another chance?"

Pleading pitifully to the captain of the transport ship, the girl named Leander was trying to make a final detour.

The transport ship was escorted from Beilian all the way. Obviously, in two days, the escort mission would be over.If the cooperation is terminated at this time, Leander and Achilles will probably have to drink the northwest wind for the next month.

"I'm sorry, Miss Leander. As you know, this is not the first time that Lingmei has made such a mistake. The previous two times, I have chosen to back down for your sake. But as the saying goes, there are only three things, if this time If I don't take some measures, I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress the group of bastards who follow me for a living. So, please understand my difficulty as a captain."

What Captain Brad said was well-founded, but Leander couldn't find anything to refute.

Of course, Leander didn't intend to blame Captain Brad either.

After all, [-]% of the goods on this transport ship are potatoes from the Northern Siberia region.

But my naughty younger sister Achilles, in the process of escorting her, secretly ate potatoes...

To be honest, as far as this matter is concerned, Leander is really ashamed for Achilles.

It's just that Achilles, the person involved, didn't seem to realize this.

"Hmph, Miss Leander, don't humble yourself with this unreasonable guy anymore!" Holding Leander's arm, the girl with the same hair color as her sister was staring at Brad viciously:

"The captain who can't even feed the crew will definitely suffer retribution in the future!"

"..."

Rubbing his temples, Brad sighed helplessly: "Miss Achilles, you have to eat more than [-] potatoes in one meal, three meals a day plus supper, you can eat more than [-] potatoes in one day alone. We are close to one hundred and fifty potatoes, how do you want me to feed you? Even if I am in the potato business, I can't bear you to eat like this! Moreover, this can only make you sixty percent full."