"Uncle Martin isn't coming back?"

Alice placed the hot meal on the dining table and asked Craft, who had just answered the phone.

"Yes... Maybe he thinks you can take good care of me."

Craft sat at the table in anger and muttered, "He must have thought that I was troublesome, and now he can't say he is a nightclub!"

"Eh? Night, nightclub?"

Hearing such exciting words, Alice's face turned red quickly, and her hands that were serving the dishes began to shake.

You are a robot, what's so shy!

Craft glanced at Alice speechlessly, and then saw the shaky soup bowl in her hand.

"The soup is going to sprinkle!"

In time, he reached out and held the soup bowl in Alice's hand, and Craft grinned and put it firmly on the table.

“Hot!!!”

After putting down the soup bowl, Craft roared and shook his hands. He was not as good as Alice to pass through the rag.

Why are you a robot afraid of being hot?

Although Alice made it herself, Craft still couldn't understand how she operated.

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

Alice dropped the rag in her hand and hurried to get the medical box.

"well……"

Craft sighed helplessly while using the rag that Alice had left behind to compress her hands.

He was almost used to Alice's rash situation. Although it was a bit troublesome, it really made CRATT feel like a sister.

Actually quite warm.

"Brother! The medicine box is here!...Oh!"

Watching Alice fall flat, slapped her in front of her with a "slap" sound, and the medicine box in her hand scattered all over the floor, Craft sighed again.

I must have felt warm just now because I had my head twitched.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Alice rubbed her nose and raised her head, looking at Craft with tears in her eyes.

"Martin actually thinks you can take good care of me..."

Craft, who sighed three times, pulled Alice up and then organized the overturned medicine box with her.

"Ahhhh..."

Alice, who was in the wrong, cried out a tragic cry and refuted unwillingly.

"But without me, no one would cook for you."

"Yes, right," Craft reached out and touched Alice's head with a funny look, and then grinned again when he hit the burn. "We Alice is the most important thing."

"Don't treat me as a child!"

Alice protested with a fierce waving her fist.

Although Martin Lee, an irresponsible parent, doesn't have home every day, Craft's life is still very interesting.

This made him completely forget Martin's warning.

At the beginning, Craft warned him a little about whether there were any strangers around him, but more than ten days passed and there was no movement at all, so Craft threw this matter behind him.

"Bang!"

The sudden collision interrupted the fight between the two "brothers and sisters". The fragments of the window were mixed with broken glass, making the food that was not moving on the dining table.

Craft turned his neck stiffly and looked at his damaged window.

Several gangsters who were flowing in the air were turning in from there.

"Yeah, there's actually a little girl?"

One of the guys who had a row of lip rings on his lips looked around the room, then looked at Alice with a silver smile.

"Don't make trouble!"

The strongest intruder slapped the man on the back of the head and whispered.

"Finish the boss's mission quickly, and it will be troublesome when the police come!"

"What did you cook for other people's supper, bastard!"

The furious Craft adjusted the knob on his wrist to the maximum, then grabbed a bottle of medicine at his hand and smashed it at the group of gangsters.

Hammerhead's subordinates just smiled disdainfully when they heard a shrill whistling. The bottle of medicine thrown by the target person came to them in the blink of an eye and hit the man with a huge force on the nose of the lips.

The man with a lip ring didn't even have time to scream, and he fainted from the blow. The small medicine bottle flew out from the gap in the window with his body.

"Damn it! The target is not an ordinary person!"

The strong man in the lead drew a pistol from behind, and the other invaders also took out weapons, including switchblades, steel pipes, and chains, which were very consistent with their gangsters.

"If you don't want to be injured, just be good to me...well?"

The leading strong man raised his pistol and pointed it at Craft. Just as he was about to say a few harsh words, he saw Craft putting his left hand flat and facing him with his watch. Before the strong man could even wonder, he felt something pierced on his forehead, and then a sleepy feeling rushed over.

"Ah? Um..."

While his eyelids fell rapidly, the strong man couldn't hold the gun in his hand and fell to the ground. Then he fell to the ground as if he had been exhausted.

"Alice! Fuck them to death!"

Craft pressed the cover and shouted at Alice.

“Eh? Eh?”

Alice, who was confused from beginning to end, finally came to her senses at Craft's reminder and raised her hands to point her invaders in panic.

"Fire, Rocket Flying Fist! Hey!"

With Alice's soft shout, a stream of white smoke spurted out from her wrist, firing a pair of fists, hitting the bridge of the noses of the two gangsters, and exposing the machine gun barrel on her wrist.

"Da da da da da da da da da-"

After Craft's modification, Alice's wrist machine gun fired naturally no longer beans, but anesthetic bombs filled with Dr. Agasa's special anesthetic agent.

Soon, the gangsters who were covered in anesthesia bullets lay all over the floor.

"A bunch of bastards! They are really lawless! Do you really think this is Hell's Kitchen?!"

Craft, who had been destroyed for dinner, kicked the invaders who were stunned, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and prepared to call the police.

"No need to call the police, Master Craft!"

The sudden sound outside the window stopped his movements. Craft looked in the sound and a Chinese in a black suit appeared there at some time. Behind him, someone in the same costume as him was dragging the man with the lip ring.

A little familiar...

Craft frowned and looked at the Chinese who suddenly appeared.

"Huh! Are you not the security guard at Martin's antique shop?"

Craft had met him before in order to find a suitable crucible when making witch potions.

"Master Craft has a good memory."

The security guard smiled stiffly and said to him: "Just leave the finishing work to us."

As he said that, he waved his head to the side, and a group of Asians in black suits entered one after another, carrying all the invaders in the room. When they left, they also cleaned up the debris in the house.

"Then, let's say goodbye first, and there will be workers to repair the windows tomorrow."

The security guard who had never mentioned his name from beginning to end nodded to Cluff's name, and then left without looking back with a bunch of black suits.

Damn it! He was plotted by Martin!

Now, Craft still has nothing to understand, and all the lack of staff is nonsense. Martin just wants to see what trump cards he has.

Although it was a little unhappy, it was worth being angry, but Craft was a little curious...

What is Martin doing? Why doesn’t he feel like he is doing a serious business?

If it was just ordinary business competition, would it be necessary to use a gun? The style of the people just now did not look like the style of a company thug, but more like the style of the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen.

"elder brother?"

Alice picked up her hands and put them in place, and put them in front of Craft, carefully touching his sleeve.

"ah?"

Craft, who was thinking, came to his senses and smiled and patted Alice on the shoulder.

“Good job!”

“Hey hey~”
To be continued...