1419 In Modern Day 17 (2/2)
When he sees that the little girl is fine, he's obviously relieved.
His skin is bronze in color and he has soft facial features. He has a pair of eyes that are closer in color to brown. They appear to have been through a lot.
”Thank you, thank you. Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.
”No, my luck isn't bad. I just happened to avoid the collision,” I reply with a smile, inexplicably in a good mood.
I've finally used the ability belonging to an assassin.
The SUV driver points at his license plate.
”Contact me if you have any problems. I still have something to do, so I'll be leaving first.”
The middle-aged man nods before saying to me,
”Why don't you come to my shop to have a drink to calm yourself down?”
For some reason, I feel a sense of closeness with him. And since it's free, I don't reject him.
”Okay.”
As I speak, I pick up the black notebook.
After leaving the road and passing through the non-motorcar lane, I see this gentleman's shop.
This is a themed bookstore. It's renovated to look like a coffee shop. The other door leads to a nearby park with a wooden swing hanging on it.
”Don't wander around in the future. It's very dangerous. Come on, thank Uncle.” The bookstore owner pulls the little girl over.
”Call me Brother. Don't make me sound so old,” I joke.
”Thank you, Brother.” The little girl follows his instructions.
Without waiting for my reply, she cleverly says, ”Then my father is your elder!”
Damn, did I just get taken advantage of… I can only smile helplessly.
The bookstore owner immediately asks, ”What would you like to drink?”
”A cold beverage would do.” I'm not a picky eater.
”Okay.” The bookstore owner points at the surrounding bookshelves and says, ”You can also pick a book to read.”
”Okay.” As he mixes the cold beverage, I curiously walk to the bookshelf to see what's on it.
Groselle's Travels
Book of Secrets
Roselle and his 100 Mistresses
The Self-Cultivation of Evil Gods
How to Make the Believers Offer Money
What kind of books are these? I'm stunned as I read them. Finally, I choose the seemingly normal Groselle's Travels.
Just as I find a seat and sit down, the bookstore owner walks over with a glass.
The drink is brownish-red in color, and there's quite a few pieces of ice in it. After drinking it in one gulp, it's slightly sour and sweet. It's cold and very refreshing. Great for the summer.
”Not bad,” I praise.
The boss doesn't say anything else and returns to the cashier.
I then leisurely lean back in my chair and flip through Groselle's Travels. From time to time, I take a mouthful of the cold beverage, feeling very pleased.
After a while, the girl runs to the back door and shouts, ”Daddy, Daddy, I want to sit on the swing.”
The bookstore owner sighs and walks over with a smile.
I smile and take another sip of my drink. I can't help but sigh.
An afternoon like this is really nice…