Miss Wolper's Life as an Operator in Rhodes Island

It seemed that he was biting extra hard on the word "family".

"Of course!" Amiya nodded vigorously.

"Haha! Very good!" The man laughed, and then introduced himself, "My name is Bernardo, this hotel is my property. I heard that you have a distinguished guest coming, and I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. This meal, let us treat you."

Oh, it’s the hotel owner.

But this feeling... doesn't feel like a simple boss.

Wind chimes have a keen sense of smell for danger.

From the middle-aged man in front of her who called himself "Bernardo", she felt...

It feels a bit like Uncle Lin from Longmen back then.

It’s not about combat strength, but another kind of... feeling of decisiveness in killing.

Chew, chew.

Feng Ling indicated that food should not be thrown away casually in such a situation, finished the ice cream in her cup, put the tableware in place, and stood up.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Bernardo."

Amiya lifted the hem of her skirt and politely performed the noble salute of a young girl.

In this case, not agreeing to the other party would be a disrespect.

Agreeing to it means that what happened just now ends here.

Bernardo glanced at the back of Amiya's hand and said, "The hotel provides inhibitory drugs for the infected. If you need them, you can go to the front desk to get them."

"Don't bother Mr. Bernardo with that. I have my own medicines that I am used to."

It would be much more normal to say no on other matters.

Accept favors, but don't take too much advantage of them.

Amiya has a good grasp of the degree when it comes to playing the role of a young lady.

"Well, I wish you all a happy time in Syracuse. If you want to watch an opera performance, go to the Milan Theater and show your hotel voucher for free entry."

"Okay, thank you for your invitation." After thanking her, Amiya looked at Feng Ling, "Feng Ling, we should go."

The two followed the instructions, took the elevator, and arrived at their accommodation room.

At first glance, all you see is luxurious decoration.

However, Feng Ling was not dazzled by the gorgeous appearance.

After carefully checking every corner, Feng Ling nodded to Amiya.

Everything works fine, no problem.

A hotel of this level would not resort to despicable means to gain access to its customers' privacy.

Amiya breathed a sigh of relief and smiled adorably.

"How's it going, Feng Ling! I did a great job today, didn't I?"

Feng Ling rubbed Amiya's bunny ears and said with a smile: "I was just saying that. You really scared me when you slammed the table just now! How did you think of doing that?"

“But that’s really what I think!”

It’s just that Amiya performed it in a “young lady” way.

"The curse word, too?"

Feng Ling burst out laughing.

Amiya's face instantly turned red with embarrassment.

After all...Amiya is a good child!

Chapter 92 Chance Encounter

It was the first day in Syracuse, so Amiya was naturally reluctant to stay in her room after dinner and wait for bed.

Because they are not going to visit the Syracuse branch in Rhodes Island until tomorrow, this evening is the time for Amiya to not worry about any work.

After all, Amiya is only 12 years old, which is not enough to call her a girl. As a little loli, she is naturally full of energy.

Just after taking a short break...

"Wind chimes~"

Amiya looked at Feng Ling with an expectant smile.

The meaning is self-evident.

"it is good!"

Occasionally, Fengling also hopes that Amiya can let go of some of the burdens on her shoulders and go out for fun like a normal girl.

The special way of getting along during this period also allowed Feng Ling to gradually understand Amiya's meaning just by looking at her.

Smiling, Feng Ling squatted down, rearranged some of Amiya's clothes, and then checked the equipment on her body.

Don't even think about bringing that stick. Although it's normal for a personal maid to carry a weapon, it would be too conspicuous.

For Amiya's gaming experience, Feng Ling decided to hide some of her sharpness and make herself look like an ordinary maid as much as possible.

The special throwing knife hidden under the skirt and the folding fan fixed at the waist are enough for Fengling to protect Amiya.

In order to drive away boredom, the TV in the room is always on, adding some sound to this quiet space.

The news from Syracuse was playing on TV.

"The plan for the new Volsini has been unanimously approved. Syracuse will have a brand new large mobile city in five years..."

New…Volsini?

The city of Volsini was already one of the important economic and cultural centers of Syracuse. In order to gain greater rights and interests, many family forces had already occupied the city.

The importance of this newly built large mobile city, which continued to be named Volsini, could already be foreseen.

"So this is probably the reason Angelina said Volsiny has not been peaceful recently."

This kind of formally planned large-scale mobile city will inevitably be the object of competition among these large families.

The existing right to speak of the city called Volsini may become the focus of the conflict.

But these have nothing to do with the common people of Syracuse.

At least the legal provisions stated that family members were absolutely prohibited from attacking unrelated civilians.

Although the law may become a dead letter at certain times, it can still have some deterrent effect.

maybe.

"let's go!"

Feng Ling took Amiya's little hand and slowly left the room.

This also has nothing to do with Feng Ling and Amiya.

Feng Ling just wanted to take a good look around this mobile city-state with Amiya and experience the customs and culture of Syracuse, that's all.

As autumn nights approach, it becomes a little chilly.

Although not as prosperous as Longmen, Volsini also has its own unique charm.

There are not so many neon signs, but some elegant and quaint street lamps illuminate the city at night.

Roadside signs are also mostly illuminated by ordinary lights.

"Where do you want to go, Amiya?"

"I don't know... let's just walk around like this."

"I've seen a few good markets nearby from the map. They're open even at night. Where should we go?"

"Ok!"

As a maid at this time, Fengling was prepared for this kind of preparatory work. She had to at least have an understanding of the target city on paper.

Even though I had already had dinner, the street snacks in Syracuse were always enough to make me take a second look.

It's a rare opportunity to indulge myself. If I find some snacks that I'm curious about, I'll buy a small amount, probably enough that Fengling and Amiya can finish them with just a quick taste.

The two of them just strolled around like this.

"Amiya, look at this store."

As she walked, Feng Ling saw a peculiar restaurant.

The reason why I say strange...

Also because it has some menu items that may not be in line with Syracuse tradition.

"What is what?"

The curious little rabbit came over to take a look.

"Marshmallow...Pizza?!"

The two looked at each other.

Even with this kind of stuff written on it, the owner of this store didn’t get beaten to death!

I heard that the people of Syracuse were very particular about these meal traditions!

After wandering around for a while, Amiya felt a little thirsty.

So Feng Ling suggested going into the store to take a look, have some drinks and then continue shopping.

Perhaps it is because the menu is a bit "unconventional" that this restaurant is unsurprisingly a bit deserted.

After closing the door, it seems as if cut off from the noise of the outside world, and there is silence.

There was even an old man named Sakota, dressed as a priest, sleeping on the sofa with a strange eye mask on.

If Sakota, who has a halo on his head, wants to have a good sleep, he really needs something like an eye mask.

"What would you like to order?"

At the front desk of the restaurant, a man wearing a chef's hat who didn't look much like a waiter asked Feng Ling and Amiya who came in.

This is probably one of those self-employed shops where the boss is both the chef and the waiter, but such shops often have unique flavors.

"A glass of cold Turmoil milk."

After taking a look at the menu, Feng Ling first ordered drinks for Amiya.

As for herself, she had eaten and drunk along the way, so she wasn't very thirsty. Anyway, she just wanted to take a temporary rest.

"Um, boss, do you put pineapple on your pizza?"

Sure enough, Feng Ling couldn't help but ask.

"How could such a disgusting product belonging to the Colombians appear in an authentic Syracuse restaurant!"

Then, not surprisingly, I was rebuked by my boss.

“But you even have marshmallow pizza here…”

Feng Ling said that she felt very aggrieved.

"This is the specialty of my shop! Whether it's the seasoning ratio or the secret recipe, I have carefully developed it! If you don't believe me, you can order one to try!"

Perhaps it was because the boss's voice was a little louder that old Mr. Rutland, who was in a light sleep, woke up.

And he was obviously a regular customer here, so the boss felt a little embarrassed to greet him.

"Mr. Agnel, I'm sorry, my voice was a bit loud."

"It's ok."

The old man called Agnir kept his gaze on Amiya for a while longer.

"My two children, would you mind talking to this old man of mine?"

Faced with the old man's sudden invitation, Amiya was obviously stunned.

This old gentleman, who looked like a Lateran priest, kept a solemn expression out of habit, but his expression and the tone of his voice gave people a sense of kindness.