OBS Chapter 2534: Xiao Xiao Down (8)
Chapter 2534: Xiao Xiao Down (8)
Chapter 2534: Xiao Xiao Down (XVIII)
"I'm a magician." The raven said very bluntly.
"No, I mean, was that magic just now?" Killer Croc stretched out his claws and gestured.
"That's telekinesis, which can be considered one of my abilities. It's the ability I can control best at the moment." Raven sighed softly, turned around and sat back to continue watching TV.
Killer Croc's eyes lit up, and he said, "Can this ability be learned? Can I learn telekinesis?"
"You can't." Raven continued to answer indifferently: "This is a bloodline ability. Unless your father is also a big devil, it's not possible."
"I don't know who my father is, but it's not Crocodile." Killer Croc shrugged.
At this moment, Raven was suddenly stunned. She stood up again, turned around and looked at Killer Croc carefully and said, "You mean your parents are both human, but you look like this?"
Killer Croc nodded.
"Reversion to ancestral blood?" Raven said thoughtfully, "Reversion to ancestral blood usually does not only change appearance. Do you think there is any difference between you and ordinary people?"
"Does it count as I'm very strong? I rarely feel tired and I can last a long time without eating a lot."
Raven shook his head and said, "There must be more than that. The atavistic blood of animals usually comes from the blessing of animal gods in ancient times. Goddess Azhe told me that in the era when humans still needed the protection of various gods, many beast gods blessed powerful warriors in the tribe."
"These warriors will have some appearance of wild beasts, or even be able to transform into wild beasts. They will have great strength and some magic of the beast gods, leading the tribe to defeat the wilderness and continue their bloodline."
"However, the human race reproduces too quickly, and generation after generation has diluted this precious bloodline, so it is basically not seen now. But there are some lucky people who suddenly awaken and revert to their ancestral bloodline."
"You mean I can do magic too?"
"If you are the owner of this kind of atavistic bloodline, you should be able to do some magic. As for why you can't do it, I'm not sure. If the high priest were here, he might be able to tell."
Raven thought that Killer Croc would be depressed, after all, he seemed very interested in magic, but the big guy was not discouraged at all. He said, "It doesn't matter if I don't know how to do it. Isn't it okay if you know how to do it? Have you been looking for a job recently?"
"Someone gave me a job." Raven answered truthfully: "To work as a porter in a bookstore."
"That's right!" Killer Croc snapped his fingers and said, "It's a porter. You are absolutely suitable to be a porter."
Then he rubbed his two huge paws together, and even said shyly: "Well... I also want to open a moving company. I only need a little money to rent a storefront, but it will take a lot of time for me to move alone, you see..."
"I can work anywhere, but I've already promised them." Raven said, "And I'm very dangerous. I have a huge amount of energy in my body. I may explode at any time."
"Explosion?" Killer Croc thought for a moment and said, "I have a friend who is also good at explosions. I'm going to have dinner with him this afternoon after I finish my work. How about you try it this afternoon?"
Raven said, "Let me make a phone call first."
Raven called the Forgotten Bookstore, but it was morning and the cafe downstairs was bound to be busy, so neither Constantine nor Zatanna answered the phone.
Although they said they were going to work in a bookstore, neither of them said when they would start. She felt that the current house was very good and she could watch TV. It would be terrible if she couldn't pay the rent and had to move out.
The raven thought for a moment and said, "If I work for you, will you pay me?"
"Of course, but the prerequisite is that you can at least move half of the things, and you have to be steady and fast. You must not break anything, and you must not talk nonsense. I can give you half of the money."
Raven nodded and said, "Then I can try."
After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand, and the few pieces of furniture at the door that had not been moved all floated up, steadily passed through the entire first floor of the house, and came to the back garden, where they fell on the ground in an orderly manner, and were classified according to size and color.
Killer Croc was even happier. He had to move these big items by himself, and he had to make several trips back and forth for some items. He was not easily tired but his back and waist ached after carrying them for a whole day.
What's more important is that it's too slow. He can only move two houses a day at most, and if he works overtime, it's three houses at most. But with this little girl, he can probably move each house in an hour. Even taking the distance into account, he can move more than ten houses a day.
As for whether the process is a bit mysterious, people in Gotham don't care about that. Rather, being able to move without touching the furniture at all is a selling point. Some employers previously worried that the scales on his body would scratch the precious furniture, but this time there is no such problem at all.
"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? As a welcome gift, I can cook you a big meal, but I may have to borrow the kitchen here. I'll call the professor and ask."
Schiller was eating a sandwich during class. When Killer Croc called and said he wanted to borrow the kitchen of his new house to make breakfast for himself and Raven, he seriously considered whether he should fly back directly to eat the ready-made food.
However, there were still some things that needed to be adjusted in the new classroom. Several students were currently adjusting the wall hangings and bulletin boards. He had to keep an eye on them to prevent any clever kids from tampering with the class schedule. In the end, he sighed and gave up.
Killer Croc is showing off his cooking skills in the kitchen of his new house. Although the original manor kitchen is more suitable for him in terms of area and furniture size, the new house has many modern kitchen utensils, including pots, pans, and ovens, so his cooking skills can be put to good use.
What he made was basically the home cooking of the lower classes of Gotham, stewed fish, toast, cream cheese, and a lot of chili. Soon the strong aroma filled the house.
The flavor of Gotham's local cuisine is rich and spicy. The lower-class laborers who do heavy physical work need seasonings with a lot of calories and rich protein. Just combining these two together makes a dish.
It's easy to imagine that the ravens in Azeroth eat relatively light meals, which can be said to be life-sustaining meals. They were quickly attracted by the strong aroma and couldn't even watch TV.
She sat at the kitchen island and kept sniffing. As dish after dish was served, she couldn't help swallowing.
"Come on." Killer Croc washed everything, washed his hands, got himself the largest plate, and swallowed a large piece of bread in one bite.
Raven stared at his throat with some curiosity. She knew that crocodiles swallowed everything raw and could not chew it. What about crocodile people? If they could not chew, wouldn't they be unable to taste it?
But Killer Croc seems to have answered this question many times. He said: "I have a row of real teeth similar to those of humans behind my teeth, hidden under my tongue, which can be used for chewing, but it is more laborious than normal people, so I just chew it twice and swallow it."
"Maybe it's because my tongue is longer and has more taste cells than humans. I can actually taste more flavors than you. Also, because I don't sweat, I really like eating chili peppers. That feeling is so stimulating."
Raven tore off a small piece of bread and dipped it in the cream soup in front of him. The soup obviously contained a lot of cream cheese. The aroma of milk was strong in his mouth and the bread was also chewy.
Raven has never had worldly desires. She has no special desire for food, clothing, housing and transportation. Just being alive is enough. But she has to admit that this kind of food is more delicious.
The two finished their breakfast as quickly as possible. Killer Croc washed the dishes and put them into the dishwasher to wash them again. He cleaned the kitchen and wiped off the water on the floor, and then the two were ready to set off.
It wasn't until she got on the moving truck that Raven realized that since Schiller came, the restless energy in her body seemed to have calmed down a lot. Is there something special about this professor?
The car soon arrived at the home of the first employer. This was obviously an old employer of Killer Croc. He was very familiar with him. The two hugged each other. Killer Croc introduced her to the employer, "This is my distant cousin. She is a little weird like me, but it won't affect my work. You just take care of her."
Killer Croc gave an order and Raven raised his hand. This time it was not just one or two pieces of furniture. All the furniture to be moved floated neatly into the air, arranged according to size, and floated into the truck one by one.
The employer is obviously surprised, and Killer Croc is explaining to him whether this is magic or telekinesis, but the effect is indeed quite good.
No matter how good a moving company is, it still relies on people to move the furniture. And as long as furniture is moved by people, it is inevitable that it will be worn out. After all, it has to be picked up, carried, and put down, and it has to be in the car for such a long time, so bumps and bruises are inevitable.
However, this method will give people a sense of security. Although they still have to shake the car, it at least reduces the bumps and collisions caused by lifting and putting down. This is especially true for some of the more popular electronic products with screens, such as large plasma TVs. The most worrying thing is that the screen will be damaged when lifting and putting down. If you use telekinesis, there will be no such problem at all.
Killer Croc obviously also discovered this. He knew that if this was the case, their moving company could go the high-end route and specialize in moving those extremely valuable TVs, computers, and large screens. The transportation fees for these things were very high, so if they could get a large order from a company, they would be able to do it.
But it's not a good idea to just focus on this little girl. People always get tired. It would be great if there were more magicians like her who could do this job. They don't know how profitable it is.
Killer Croc was thinking and complaining to Raven on the road. He said, "People always look down on this kind of manual labor, thinking that it is neither labor-intensive nor profitable, and that it is something that only low-level people would do. But in fact, the money I make now is much higher than those white-collar workers who have had their salaries cut in the building."
"This kind of heavy physical work that involves meeting clients directly can easily earn tips. If I meet a generous employer, a tip would be enough for me to eat for several days. They actually don't even care about it. Humph."
Soon the car arrived at the destination, and after unloading the goods, they settled the bill. Raven looked at the bills in Killer Croc's hand with some surprise. He earned 30 US dollars with just this one trip.
If he can earn 60 yuan by making two trips a day, he can earn nearly 2000 yuan a month regardless of rain or shine. This does not include tips. Even after deducting necessary expenses such as vehicle maintenance and gas, the net profit is still close to 2000 yuan.
Before the Second Great Depression, a hamburger at McDonald's cost only 60 cents, and it was even cheaper if you bought a meal. Although the price has increased now, a strong man of this size can eat until he is full without spending more than five dollars. Even if he eats like this three times a day, he can save more than a thousand dollars a month.
Now Raven knew why he wanted to open a moving company.
Blue-collar workers in the 90s in the United States were really the best
(End of this chapter)