Chapter 643 (1/2)

Chapter 643: How to Make a Fortune

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

The next morning, Roland opened his eyes as the first ray of sunlight shone into the living room.

The fan had kept blowing hot air all night, and cicadas were shrilling their familiar songs outside the window.

Now he had confirmed that the sleep in the Dream World would not get him back to reality, and Roland thought that he could rest during sleep.

Although this may sound a bit weird… Who cares. It doesn’t matter if it works.

Yawning, he got off of the couch. When he was about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he heard Zero screaming in the bedroom.

After a moment, she appeared at the door, her face blushed. She pointed to Roland, stammering. “Yesterday I… You…”

“I slept on the couch last night.” Roland shrugged. “Please, you’re sweaty and unwashed. I would certainly not sleep with you.”

The little girl pulled her collar to take a sniff and then she blushed even more like a ripe apple contrasting with her long white hair. In a flurry, she ran back to her bedroom, fiddled for a while, and rushed into the bathroom with clean clothes.

Soon came the sound of showering from the bathroom.

By the time she came out, Roland had finished preparing breakfast.

Today’s breakfast was much heartier than the usual ones. Fried bacon, salt pepper egg, roasted dried fish, and a plate of fresh grapes.

Of course, they were all made of what he had taken from Holy City behind the iron door.

“You bought meat?” Zero asked in surprise, her hair wrapped in a wet towel. Roland could see her throat slightly stirring, apparently swallowing.

“Yeah, I bought a lot and put it all in the fridge.” Roland handed her a pair of chopsticks. “I found a new job.”

“Did you?” she asked suddenly with an excited voice, seemingly forgetting what had just happened.

“Yeah, I’ll get paid soon.” Roland laughed. “These were bought for celebration.”

The little girl was relieved. “I thought you finally crossed your bottom line and did something irreparable.”

“What does she mean by ‘something irreparable’?” he thought inwardly, “Did she really think I would steal or rob? Uh… Robbery doesn’t seem a big deal in the Dream World.”

“So the reason that you had heatstroke was due to staying out in the sun too long looking for a job yesterday?”

” Probably…” he said as he threw a grape into his mouth, “In short, there’s no need to worry about money anymore.”

“You’re so weak,” Zero curled her upper lip and said, “When will I be able to stop worrying about you?”

Roland was almost choked by grapes as Zero said that. He retorted. “You make me feel like you’ve been worrying about me all the time.”

“Uh…” This reduced her to silence. After a while, she glared at Roland. “You’ve really wasted ingredients when cooking breakfast. You added salt to the salty bacon!”

“She seems really good at changing the topic,” Roland thought as he picked up a slice of bacon and place it into his mouth. “I think it’s quite good except some corners of it were not well fried.”

“You should leave it to me in the future.” Zero complained, but she quickly gulped down the food on the dishes. Then she took her bag and was about to leave. “You just leave the dishes there. When I come back, and I’ll wash them together with dishes for dinner.”

“Wait,” Roland stopped her and asked, “Is there a secondhand bookstore nearby? Do you know where it is?”