Country of the Rainbow, Johannesburg.

Even at a high latitude, Joburg in the midsummer world is still very hot, and summer in the slums is even more difficult. Not only does it have air conditioning, but it cannot even ensure sufficient and stable power supply.

Not long after coming to the Rainbow Country, the Tibetans almost completely integrated into the local lifestyle, bare chest and back, and replaced technological products such as air conditioners with physical cooling methods.

"Uncle Jack, what are you going to eat tonight?" Little fat Alger was excited when he saw a black Tibetan walking out of the container room.

Edwin was also excited, but in more than a month, Edwin, a slum boy, also had a tendency to develop towards Alger's body shape.

There was no other reason. Uncle Jack's cooking was so delicious. But after a meal, the two children who were originally wary of being on the verge of the Black Tibetans instantly stood in the camp of the Black Tibetans.

No matter what kind of raw materials it is, it can always turn decay into magic when it comes to Uncle Jack's hands.

Alger and Edwin also curiously learned Uncle Jack's cooking techniques, but even the same copying was far from being compared. Even after passing Uncle Jack's hand, the ingredients themselves changed qualitatively.

"Eat beef, high in protein." An ugly smile appeared on the cold face of the black Tibetan.

"marvelous."

Alger and Edwin slapped their palms at each other, their eyes full of enthusiasm.

The little fat Alger even left tears in the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Jack, we found this thing today." Edwin took out a thick book like a treasure from behind.

The cover and book have been severely damaged. It can be seen that the book is probably not young, and the paper fiber style looks very cheap, which is something I found from which waste recycling point.

The young two have become urban survival experts. Even if they are thrown into foreign cities where languages ​​are not available, they are likely to survive well.

"Oh, it's about what."

"Magic, about black magic!"

Alger's quick answer almost made the black Tibetan people choke.

"The book records powerful magic, which Alger and I finally took out the truth." What Alger said was worth discussing.

John did not reveal anything about the identity of the Black Tibetan to them, but whether it was the child's intuition or the Black Tibetan was too disdainful to hide, the two children firmly believed that the Black Tibetan must have the power of mystery.

"Crazy." The black Tibetan readily flipped through it, and the old books were obvious to be modern printed materials.

There are a variety of symbolic formations and English for interpretations on it. It seems to be to enhance the credibility of the whole book, and some Latin supplements were also written.

This kind of thing is very familiar to the Tibetans. After all, he remembers that when he was in high school, girls seemed to be very enthusiastic about zodiac signs, tarot cards, and people who are sick of secondary school have bought some so-called professional books and study them openly in the classroom.

Except that the text is not a pseudonym of the island country, the book in my hand looks no different from the fraudster books bought by middle school patients.

If you can master extraordinary power by reading such books, why do you have the lucky one like him?

Although both living standards and life safety have been affected, they can escape from the unchanging forensic life - the Black Tibetans will laugh excitedly whenever they think about it.

After putting away this book of Second-Two Diseases, the Tibetans of the Middle Ages had to show their skills when they entered the kitchen. After gaining an inhuman talent in cooking, the Tibetans of the Tibetans found that they were a little bit in love with cooking. It was like when they were young, they decided to become a wizard not because of the influence of family traditions, but because they thought that they could just pick up a scalpel to cut.

"Mr. Jack, I'm sorry to you again."

After a few friends, Vanderfate's life returned to its previous appearance. He went out to try his luck and looked for a job every day. If he could really play with friends with friends, there was indeed a chance of changing his life. However, after thinking about the few corpses that had already sunk, Vanderfate put aside this idea, and wanted to change his life now rather than change his life in the next life.

With Mr. Jack, a mysterious oriental man, his good days will definitely come early.

Although Mr. Jack was in vain and although Mr. Jack was not engaged in childbirth, the family's expenditure increased greatly, but... Mr. Jack was too strong, and it was impossible to drive him away.

I can only hope that Mr. Jack can become a superior person as soon as possible and leave this kind of mouse life.

"Uncle Jack, you have such a good craftsmanship. If you go to a hotel, you will definitely make a lot of money!"

The oriental cooking skills shown by the Tibetans in the Middle Hei are beyond the knowledge of several people. Although it is impossible to say what bread with wood chips can be eaten in modern slums, what Alger and the others can usually eat is also extremely simple.

"Since the suburbs are getting worse and worse," Van der Fate said worriedly.

"We have heard of it, it seems that someone is missing?"

"It's not that I was killed, right? No, I guess my organs were removed."

The two children are not afraid of this topic. The horrible topic of organ harvesting is nothing new to them, and it is not without young people who voluntarily sell organs in slums.

"Fortunately, we are young, so even if we remove organs, we shouldn't look for us."

"John, you have to be careful. You look so weak, maybe you will be the next one to suffer."

"Shut up, that's because you haven't seen me take action seriously. There are not many people in the slum that are my opponents."

"You will be fine." The black Tibetan was so calm that he crossed his legs and gently flipped the books in his hand.

The sun shines on the body of the Tibetan man, and wearing glasses, he interprets what a gentle beast is.

Sage is true, and beasts are also true beasts.

"Uh, ah, thank you Mr. Jack."

Van der Fate smiled fearfully. Mr. Jack said this to make him feel at ease, but it is rare to get Mr. Jack's comfort.

The flattered Van der Fat looked like a Stockholm patient, and instantly felt that Mr. Jack had become an unprecedented charity.

"Are you going to try the magic circle?"

Put away this middle school magic book printed and produced, and the black Tibetans walked into their secret container with a playful mentality.

"Crack, Crack."
Chapter completed!