Chapter 91. The Mafia Cook

"Hey wait a fucking minute..." The Charmer whispered to himself. "Max didn't put up a fuss when Jack said he might have to pay for my motorbike... Why that scumbag son of a bitch, I oughta..."

“Eron, what did you find?”

“Huh, uh… what? Find? What do you mean?” he stammered as he looked around the basement trying to act busy.

“I mean you’ve been staring at that machine for the longest time and not even saying anything. Anything the matter?”

“Oh, no, no…” the new boarder answered his landlady, realizing that he was too immersed in his memory a few minutes before. “It’s me just studying the way this works. Too bad there isn’t a manual.”

“Of course, there is. Why didn’t you just ask me? I can search the attic for it later after we’ve finished eating lunch, which is about an hour from now.”

‘Yeah, that sounds awesome. And thanks for showing me all of this, Miss Diwana. Now, I have more hopes of putting Scorpia together.”

“Well, you are free to us