The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

I couldn't sleep, or to be more precise, I was woken up by hunger.

Theresa turned over, trying to find a comfortable position, but the rumbling of her stomach beat like a drum against her sanity.

Then she sighed, sat up, and looked around the unfamiliar room.

What time is it now? There is not even a clock.

She got out of bed, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains. It was still pitch black outside, with only a few street lamps in the distance emitting a faint glow.

Come to think of it, it seems like I haven't eaten since yesterday.

"Goo~"

My stomach growled again, and it was particularly loud in the quiet room.

Theresa decided to go for a walk to see if there was a clock in the hall and to find some food.

She opened the suitcase and, as expected, all the clothes that idiot Oleg had given her were skirts.

Could it be that he doesn't use his brain? How can a girl's clothes be so boring? I guess I need to buy some different kinds of clothes.

Theresa took out her small bag and checked how much money was left in it.

After counting, there were still two thousand yuan, plus the five hundred given by Akzan, the total was two thousand five hundred yuan.

The room cost 150 yuan a day, and Akjan had already helped pay for today's rent, so he could use 2,000 yuan to cover the cost of accommodation, which would allow him to stay for about two weeks. The remaining 500 yuan would be used for daily food and drink expenses.

In the past, this money would definitely be enough for Theresa. Eating instant noodles, porridge and pickled mustard greens every day were basic needs.

But she looked down at her flat chest and shook her head. The situation was different now. She needed more nutrition to grow.

It seems that I have to take on some tasks to make money.

Theresa quickly put on her clothes, pulled her hood tightly on her head, and quietly left the room.

The corridor was dark, with only a faint light flickering.

Theresa tiptoed carefully, holding onto the stairs and slowly going down, fearing that she would fall again.

This has caused sequelae.

"Snoring..."

What the hell is going on downstairs? Someone's actually sleeping on a table. Many people are slumped over the table, snoring loudly, and nearby bottles and glasses are toppled over, spilling wine all over the floor.

Ah, so there is such a way to spend the night.

Theresa looked up at the large clock in the center. It was 4:50, so breakfast should be served by then.

Theresa walked through the hall and headed for the door. Then she realized something: she wasn't an outsider, so why should she be so cautious? With that thought, her movements naturally relaxed.

The weather outside was still a little cold, but the sky was slightly better than before, with a hint of light.

The streets were empty at this moment, with only a few people staggering along, bottles of wine in their hands.

Are all the people in this place drunkards?

"Hiccup, good morning, little sister!"

A man with a red face and an empty bottle in his hand greeted Theresa warmly.

Theresa didn't want to pay attention to him, so she lowered her head and walked faster.

She didn't want to get into a fight with a drunk man and end up being arrested by the police. This place seemed to be called the Arbitration Bureau.

Anyway, I have always been a good child who abides by the law.

Her stomach growled with hunger, and she seemed to hear the black hand protesting fiercely.

Just as Theresa was walking quickly with her head down, she accidentally bumped into someone.

Tsk!

She hoped that this person would not have any improper thoughts about her, otherwise she would not hesitate to step on the other person's head and run away.

"Little sister, slow down, why are you walking with your head down?"

A gentle voice came into my ears.

Not a drunk. She slowly raised her head and saw a kind-faced man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

He has a nice voice and seems like a nice guy. Maybe I could ask him where he can buy breakfast.

Theresa looked up at the gentle man in front of her.

"Hmm? Golden eyes... Is my sister here to play from Hiyori City? At this time, children should stay at home and sleep." He asked softly, his tone very gentle.

Although the city has always had good public security, it is still a bit worrying to see a little girl alone outside at this time.

"breakfast……"

Theresa's voice was low, like the hum of a mosquito.

"What did you say? Looking for trouble? Looking for trouble with...who? Me?"

The man was obviously frightened by Theresa's shocking words and was stunned for a moment.

"breakfast!"

Theresa raised her voice again and repeated what she had just said.

"Ah? Oh, breakfast..."

The man then realized that Theresa was not talking about "picking trouble" but "breakfast".

"I thought I had done something wrong to upset you. Do you want breakfast? Go straight ahead and then turn right. There's a food court there. If you want breakfast, most of the restaurants here should be open."

"Thanks!"

After thanking him, Theresa turned and left without hesitation.

Following the man's directions, Theresa soon arrived at a street.

Just as he said, there are indeed many shops here, and the tempting aroma of food can already be faintly smelled.

Everyone is working very hard.

Theresa searched for a long time and finally found a relatively popular store. She chose a quiet corner and sat down.

After all, having someone with her would make her feel safer. Although there weren't many customers in the store, only half of the seats were occupied.

But seeing the guests wearing berets sitting at the table in front of me eating with gusto, I knew the food couldn't be that bad.

You know, choosing a delicious breakfast shop is a big deal.

Generally speaking, if a restaurant is crowded, it's best to avoid it, as these restaurants tend to focus more on speed than on the taste of the food.

If the shop is deserted, it is also not a good idea to go there. After all, such a shop may only cater to the preferences of a very small number of customers.

Therefore, a store with just the right amount of traffic is the best choice, so that they won’t be too busy and sacrifice the taste, nor will they be too unpopular to maintain operations.

Three toasts? No, no, no, that Black Hand guy might be greedy too. Better buy some more and let him try it.

Five portions of toast with meat and two cups of steaming milk!

Theresa waited for the waiter who passed by to take her order, pointing at the menu with her finger.

Not long after, the delicious meal was served.

The aroma of wheat, the tempting aroma of roasted meat, and this rich and delicious milk... it's just wonderful!

It’s a pity that I have not read much and my cultural level is limited, otherwise I would be able to come up with more gorgeous words to praise these delicacies.