Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

# Chapter 170: You! Come Over and Pay!! Surtr’s words landed like a bombshell in the small, internet-famous ice cream shop.

Instantly.

The entire shop fell silent.

Everyone’s eyes widened, even the young part-time waitress’s mouth dropped open into an ’O’ shape from shock.

Perhaps.

They had never in their lives encountered someone dining and dashing, and doing so in an ice cream shop, and saying it with such righteousness... as if she had every right to do it. It was too outrageous and absurd.

The waitress was so stunned she didn’t react for a moment.

Seeing this, Surtr prepared to leave, but the young waitress quickly grabbed her hand.

”Wait!! You haven’t paid yet! We’re a small business, if you don’t pay I’m calling the police!!”

Even the manager, who was busy in the back kitchen, heard the commotion and ran out, blocking Surtr’s path.

As for the Penguin Logistics girls who had stood up to watch, their attention was entirely on Surtr’s greatsword. Texas was the most sensitive to weapons. She could tell at a glance that the flaming greatsword by Surtr’s side was the real deal, its sharpness far exceeding any blade she had seen in all her years. This red-haired girl... was not simple... definitely not simple. A sword that large must be incredibly heavy, yet she lifted it effortlessly with one hand, as if it weighed nothing.

Moreover.

The coldness and ’arrogance’ in her eyes—Texas had seen that expression many times before. Back in Siracusa, many of the powerful figures in the Mafia had that same expression, one that regarded human life as insignificant.

A dangerous individual?!!

Texas labeled her as such, her hand silently moving towards her pocket, wanting to grab her light sword.

As for the other ordinary people, they mostly ignored the sword.

They basically dismissed it as a cosplay prop. After all, a huge comic convention was about to be held in Lungmen, and besides, the greatsword was much taller than the red-haired girl. How could such a large sword be used? No matter how you thought about it, it couldn’t be real; it was probably made of foam.

That’s what everyone thought.

To be honest, it was a good thing Surtr was genuinely very beautiful. A girl this pretty received special treatment wherever she went. If it had been a burly man carrying a sword, he wouldn’t even get to order, the police would have been called the moment he walked in.

”Laevatainn, do you have money?”

Surtr spoke to Lucas Reeve.

Lucas Reeve was a bit embarrassed.

He... had no money either.

After all, who did he usually hang out with?

Jessica!

Was Jessica short on money?

Besides, he was a soul and didn’t need money. He never thought he’d one day be held up by a mere 800 Lungmen Dollars. He couldn’t have imagined this in the past.

”How could I have money?!”

Surtr fell silent again.

It wasn’t just Surtr who fell silent; the manager did too.

Eight hundred dollars...

It wasn’t actually that much.

Their shop wasn’t large, but as the manager, he knew how high the profit margin on this kind of ice cream was. A 120-dollar set meal could net a hundred in profit. Plus, it was an internet-famous shop, with a daily net profit in the five figures. He wasn’t short of eight hundred dollars. And the owner was a young man who, seeing Surtr’s appearance, wasn’t too keen on calling the police. He was thinking of letting her pay off the 800 in another way. Since she could eat so much, maybe she could be a competitive eating streamer for him for a few hours?

Lucas Reeve was also speechless. His spiritual power scanned left and right, and he suddenly spotted a familiar person in the shop.

He then quietly said something to Surtr.

Surtr nodded wordlessly, somewhat reluctant to do it.

Then.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Surtr turned around, facing the Penguin Logistics girls. Texas, Exusiai, Sora, and Croissant were taken aback.

She... seems to be looking at us?

Do we know her?

Just as the Penguin Logistics girls were wondering, Surtr pointed at the group with a calm and cold gaze, and said in a flat tone.

”Miss Sora, help me pay.”

Her tone was not at all like someone asking for help paying. Paired with the habitual expression in Surtr’s eyes from over the years, it seemed more like a superior ordering a subordinate to pay.

Tsk...

Lucas Reeve couldn’t help but click his tongue, communicating with his spiritual power: ”I say... Surt, can you be a bit more gentle with your tone? Don’t act like everyone owes you money. It reminds me of an old lynx I once met.”