Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 449

Harold had a better immune system than the others, and the injuries he suffered were minor.

Therefore, he almost recovered after receiving treatment for two days.

Most of his wounds had scabbed over, and some of the smaller ones were already starting to heal.

Furthermore, it was his back that had borne the brunt of the incident. Thus, once he put on his clothes, no one would be able to tell that he was injured.

For a tough man like Harold, those injuries would not deter him from looking for a job.

Harold did not know when he was going to get his memories back. He always felt as if he was living off Luna with how he was living in her place, getting treatment from her, and eating the food she bought. Along with the clothes and daily necessities she bought, he was already owing her around twenty thousand. If he continued leeching off her in this way, he would feel really bad.

Therefore, early the next morning, before Luna woke up, he sneaked out of Luna Clinic to look around to see if there were any jobs he could do without having to produce his ID card.

After half a day of wandering around almost the entire Xenhall, he found out that most people would shake their heads and reject him once they realized he did not have an ID card.

As a matter of fact, some tried to call the police on him, fearing that Harold was some kind of criminal.

Harold felt rather depressed.

By noon, Harold, who was still injured and had been running all over the city, was starving.

When he walked past a pasta shop, he began to regret returning the change he received after purchasing the medicine to Luna.

If not for that, he would not be starving this way.

Right then, Harold heard the people queueing up to get into the pasta shop talk about how the shop was an influencer hotspot.

Immediately, Harold felt the urge to ask if they were hiring.

He did not mind being a server.

However, it was now lunchtime, and Harold realized that the shop owner was far too busy to talk to him after entering the shop.

Thus, Harold had no choice but to take a seat on an empty stool.

He was thinking of talking to the shop owner after the peak hours were over.

After sitting down, Harold realized that the woman sitting opposite him was a fashionable woman in her mid-twenties. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

After ordering one of the signature dishes, she began sending voice messages and chatting with someone.

As Harold eavesdropped on their conversation, he figured that her friend had to be a live streamer who received many virtual gifts from some rich fans.

The streamer sounded thrilled, but the woman opposite Harold kept reminding her to stay calm and be wary of men, especially rich boys from wealthy families.

Harold guessed that the woman opposite him was also from a wealthy family, for she seemed to know how the crazy rich worked.

Right then, the woman, who had only taken a bite of her pasta, abruptly stood up as if she had something urgent to attend to, and said to Harold, “Mister, please watch over my pasta and don't let the server take it away. I need to head outside for a moment.”

With that, she left the pasta shop.

Harold stared at her plate and gulped.

The hunger pangs in his stomach intensified.

Harold moved to stand up, but he recalled agreeing to watch over that woman's plate of pasta.

If he were to leave, the server would definitely take her plate away.

Sure enough, right as the woman left, one of the servers walked over to take the woman's plate, about to clear her spot for another customer.

“Excuse me, my friend hasn't finished her food yet. She'll only be away for a while. You can't take it,” Harold quickly said to the server.