The shop employees immediately came when Cron asked for help which was assisted by other shop visitors. Several people huddled in the staple block. Ambulance sirens have also come. Dina was rushed to the hospital via the teleportation room provided by the ambulance floating boat. Meanwhile, Cron finished Dina's work, keeping track of the stock and type of rice that was only half of it.
The shop clerks thanked Cron. Cron asked for a teleportation sheet because he had a lot of groceries. He even asked for shopping cloth as big as Santa's backpack. Cron is like a staple food boss.
#Pueeffff!
Cron arrived right in front of the opened "Regys's Mart".
“*Gasp… gasp…* I-I'm going home.” Cron pushed open the glass door, stuttering from his left shoulder.
Solana jumped off the counter, quickly helping Cron whose left shoulder looked like Santa Claus.
"I didn't expect that much, uncle." Solana helped unload the cloth shopping bag with one hand. Meanwhile, Cron sat down, leaning against the counter.
“I thought you… *gasp… gasp…* playing a prank on me…, Solana?” Cron was exhausted drenched in his own sweat.
“Yes, yes, sorry, hehe.” Solana immediately arranged on the store shelf. "But isn't Uncle using teleportation?"
“Carrying heavy things… is not my hobby, Solana.” Cron stood up and placed the note and change on the counter. "I'll put the rest of money you give in back here,"
Cron's shirt was wet as if it had been rained on. Not sky water, but his own sweat.
“O-ow, uh huh.” Solana is still picking up and setting things up. "Want to sleep?"
"Shower! Why sleep?"
"Hehe, uncle's face looks sleep, thought?"
"It's already from the origin,"
Cron went up. The staircase leads directly into the dining room, adjacent to the kitchen and bathroom.
Cron put down the sword that had been resting on his right shoulder. Then Cron took off his checkered blue shirt. It is found in Cron's esthetic muscles regardless of his outward appearance which looks thin, residing in slash wounds with red marks. He placed the shirt in the bathroom and hung it up.
After hanging his black cloth trousers next to his shirt, Cron started leaning against the wall.
#Kricikkricik!
The shower water soaked Cron's body, past the curves of his muscle blocks. His wet hair sticks out and covers her right eye.
He raised his right hand, looking up at the drops of water.
“What is Helix planning this time?”
(This makes me uncomfortable…)
The words of the man in the luxury car who had given Cron a free ride earlier were now starting to bother him. The man from earlier, Helix, whom Cron wasn't comfortable around at all.
Cron looked up, and brushed back his bangs. His eyes were all white and looked glassy. His mouth curved upwards.
(I promise… someday…)
#Oh, hello senioooor!!
Solana's voice from below could be heard greeting someone excitedly. Cron immediately realized that he had to go downstairs to help Solana.
After washing himself off, Cron turned the shower faucet off.
Cron immediately put on his clothes and quickly went downstairs. He put the sword that he always carried on his shoulder now into the room.
#Taptaptap
“A-any customers, Solana?” Cron rushed down the stairs.
"Uncle! Don't run away, ugghh…” Solana said worriedly. "Geez! There's no rush!”
"Hey sorry"
Cron saw two women who were quite tall. One of them had long, dark red hair with a serious face and the other had shoulder-length black hair in a simple ponytail and a calm face.
"Good morning." The serious-looking woman gave a simple bow, her voice soft yet firm. “I am Astrid Milicent. Solana is my underclassman two years below,”
“Halooo~ the other woman started to introduce herself. “Velma Ruthergrind. Astrid and I served as student council first. Our little sister Solana is in the student council too!” her tone is as calm as her face.
"Ah, thanks for being with my nephew," Cron added. "I'm Belloc,"
Velma, a woman with a calm face and very beautiful. Velma's face could be parallel when juxtaposed with the famous models in Glimmerport. As for Astrid, her eyes were sharp and she had a serious face with a very thick aura of discipline. Cron knew that Astrid was not the type of woman to get into trouble with.
The problem was, Cron knew about the two women. Clear and reasonable about Cron's work, of course he had crossed paths with the security agencies in Glimmerport. The strongest, most powerful and highest organization among other organizations and alliances.
(Ooo god! Are you kidding me!? Wh-why… these two people!?)
The serious-looking woman took out a badge from her jeans pocket. Shiny, cool, legit, and very elegant. The badge made gold, the reflection of the goldglow made Cron more nervous.
“I'm the new Commodor around the small shopping district of Flacheur. And Velma is my representative.”
Crime-Enforcer Glimmerport, Bear Fortress.
That's what it says on his badge.
***
Crime-Enforcer Glimmerport, or better known as an organization called Bear Fortress, is the only security agency recognized by the authorities of Glimmerport. There is no official government in Glimmerport, but Bear Fortress is officially appointed to maintain stability in Glimmerport by people behind the scenes who have almost unlimited wealth.
Only the Bear Fortress was capable of taking on all the alliances at once, their group was dominated by strong people. They had no commodities, but the few people behind the scenes were able to finance Bear Fortress for more than what was needed. It's no wonder that many semi-divine strong people, joined just to enjoy the facilities of Bear Fortress.
Bear Fortress is a military police force. The vehicle they often use in patrolling is an airship. If there are special sirens and flying ships, it's a sign that every alliance that is waging war must retreat if you don't want to be destroyed by the Bear Fortress.
Meanwhile…
Cron scratched his head. Cron was confused by what was going on at the moment.
(Is… is it time to educate Solana?)
“Y-yeah, hehe…” Cron chuckled, though it was a bit forced.
"Huh?" Velma lowered her head slightly, and brought her face closer to Cron's. "Sorry but... are you... blind?" Velma's orange eyes looked straight at Cron, right into his two white pupils.
(So-so close!)
“Eh?” Astrid's serious face faded, now changed to surprise. “I-Is that true, Solana?”
Solana's face reddened.
“Y-yeah, that's how it is… I'm sorry, I know senior shouldn't be acquainted with uncle…?” Solana was a little embarrassed.
Astrid, experienced a spike in increased tension.
“What are you talking about!?” Astrid jerked up, grabbing Solana by the collar. “Every disabled person should be respected, Solana! Now quickly apologize to your uncle!” said Astrid firmly and loudly. Now the woman actually applied her normal expression.
“F-forgive me, uncle!” Solana, frightened by Astrid's firmness, bowed twice to Cron.
“Hmhmm!” she added. "That's called respect!" Folding her arms, Astrid gave a small nod.
(Oi, oi, isn’t that bit exaggerating?) Cron thought, distracted.
#Hah… (sighed)
"I'm sorry, Mr. Belloc,” Velma complained. "I brought a team leader who acts like a child," she shook her head while holding his left cheek.
“Ve-velma! Don't talk behind my back!”
“Huh? You're always embarrassing because, Astrid… *hah… (sighed)*”
the two of them got into a mouth fight.
“U-um… is there anything we can help you with, Mistress Milicent? Mistress Ruthergrind?” Cron diverted the topic to keep things from getting any worse.
(*Hah… (sighed) their mere presence makes my mood sour…)
They stopped.
“Ah, haha sorry we weren't polite.” Velma wiped one of her dangling bangs. “Uncle can call me, Velma really!” She teased Cron.
Astrid, who was tired of Velma's flirtatious attitude, let it be. The two beauties bought quite a bit of office supplies. The rice, oil, and flour that Cron bought earlier had barely changed hands to direct buyers. Even other ingredients such as butter, pudding powder, cooking spices and the like were also bought up. The alarm in Cron's head immediately knew that the next day he would be ordered again to stock up on goods.
As well as other items such as snacks, toiletries, and detergents have now gathered near the cashier. They bought as if they were robbing the contents of Regys' shop. Items when collected are like mountains.
“Hm…” Astrid muttered while watching Cron whose work looked neat and like a normal person. She held her chin like a thinking detective and followed her nervous instincts.
249Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIF4LPFcW0e
"Yes, Mistress Milicent?" asked Cron, who himself wondered why Astrid was looking at him. "Is there anything I can help…?"
“O-oh, no-no. I just thought… you are… totally blind, right?”
The question was like a bullet that shot straight through Cron's heart.
(Ar-are teenagers nowadays always that curious?)
Cron scratched his head, making an astonished face.
“U-um… I-I….”
“This uncle used his hearing, Astrid. Every time Uncle Cron takes a step, the vibrations will hit the objects around him. Oh my, Astrid didn't know about that? Fufufu!” Velma scoffed at her.
“But…” Astrid was not caught by her taunt. “Hm, maybe you're right, Velma,” even as she said that, Her face still showed a hint of uncertainty.
Then…
The goods have also been packed in cloth bags printed with the words 'Regys' Mart' in super large sizes.
“Um… Mistress? What address will these items be taken to?”
Astrid and Velma lifted the two bags.
“Oh? You don’t have to. Consider it an exercise. If the vice admiral sees us using teleport, we can get beaten up.” Astrid pushed open the glass door with her forehead. "In that case, we'll take our leave first."
“Bye, Uncle Cron~”
“Y-yes…”
When they left, Solana's face, which had been nervous before, became relieved. A wide smile started to appear on her lips.
“YEAAH! IT SOLD OUT AHOOYY~!!” the tone of a woman is crazy with joy.
#Hah… (sighed)
“You really respect your senior, Solana?” Cron turned to Solana.
Solana, on the other hand, is fanning money.” Eh? Y-yes of course! For the sake of senior, aha-ahahaha!”
Cron tapped his forehead.
(Is that so… profitable friendship…. Regys… I don't know what you taught your daughter… ouch….) Cron looked at Solana with a languid look while remembering his late friend.
"Oh yes, uncle..." Solana suddenly put the money back in the cashier. “Uncle… have you met them before?” Solana's voice was low but focused.
Cron who wants to tidy up some stuff. “Eh? This is the first time really!”
“No, it's not like that! I mean… at work!” she protested. Solana seems to really understand Cron. Solana approached Cron and gave him a deep look.
“Ehhh? Hm… well…” Cron glanced sideways, lightly scratching his cheek with his forefinger. “Ra-rarely….”
"A-anyway uncle can't hurt them!" Solana eyed Cron suspiciously. "Just don't! I really respect them! Especially Sister Astrid!”
Looking at her with a pleading face was something Cron didn't like.
"Well…"
"PROMISE?"
“About that…”
Solana raised her voice even more.
“PROOO-MIIISSEEEE MEE!?”
“O-okay… pro-promise…”
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