A round sunset sticks to the ridge line of the desert, and the earth is lined with a dim layer, and a layer of crimson is revealed in it, and the waves of the desert supporting the sunset seem to be frozen, like a sleeping sea.

In the orc city full of loess, Fona Muir was crouching in the corner with a helpless face, watching the orcs coming and going.

Several times, he almost transformed into a dragon, and then rushed out to feast, but luckily he was stopped by Don Quixote in time, otherwise the plan would have ended before it had even begun.

"Damn, plant some meat for the down-and-out dragon. Funamir, who was pressed to the ground, cried out weakly.

This made Don Quixote shake his head helplessly: "I think you can bear with it a little, if you have any doubts, you can only explain to the damn gold coin." ”

"Well, I'll look again and see if there's a suitable job. Curazo, who was leaning against the wall not far away, gently closed the book in his hand and said so.

But before he could get out of the alley, he felt a gust of wind blow past him.

Curazzo took a closer look, and then he was sure that it was Funamüel, who should have been weak, who rushed out.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Don Quixote, and knowing that he was already in his mind, he hastened to get up and hope to catch up with Fonnamuel.

But even after chasing for a while, he only saw the back of Funa Muir disappear in front of a large restaurant.

The first to rush into the house was Don Quixote, who was a knight after all, and his speed was much faster than that of Curazzo, who was a mage.

However, as soon as he walked into the restaurant on his front foot, he instantly retreated without thinking when he saw the scene inside.

This made the belated Curlazo look at Don Quixote suspiciously.

But he just raised his hand and pointed to the inside of the restaurant, and there was no answer.

The strange reaction made Curazzo look in the direction pointed by Don Quixote, and he also subconsciously took a step back.

Inside the restaurant, Fnamuir was eating hungrily on the table on the east side of the restaurant, and next to him stood the guests who had just returned from a drink and were ready to eat.

"Ah, shit, I wish I didn't know him. Don Quixote covered his mouth, pretending to be just a little curious to look at Fnamuel, who was already the focus of attention in the dining room.

"I couldn't agree more. Curazzo rubbed his head back and forth, as if he was helpless.

Before the two could discuss what to do, the guest recovered from the shock and, after looking down at his greasy figure, decisively gave up the idea of making a move with the stout Funa Muel.

Then, he turned his head directly to the proprietress of the restaurant, and at the same time complained angrily: "Ms. Aurora, the service of your restaurant is really amazing, I just got up and got a wine, and someone occupied my table and moved my food." ”

"This guest, please don't be angry, I'll rearrange a table of food for you, and I will cover the cost this time, do you think it's okay?" Of course, Aurora will hurriedly walk out, she must have heard about what is happening outside.

After the guest heard the compensation, he felt a little more comfortable: "Okay, this time it's just a matter of that, but the speed of serving the food is a little faster, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Yes, guest. Aurora hastened to say yes, then arranged the seat for the guest herself, and instructed the waiter twice, before turning and walking towards Funamuir.

Looking at him with his face covered in food scraps, Aurora couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then tentatively said in a slightly puzzled tone: "Hello, Mr. Wolf?"

But Funa Muir didn't even raise his head, and still ate by himself.

Fortunately, Don Quixote and Curazzo, who had been standing outside the door for a long time, walked in quickly.

"Hello, beautiful young lady, this is my brother, but he was sick when he was a child, so there are some problems here. As he spoke, Don Quixote raised his hand and pointed to his head.

"Oh, I see, it's pathetic. In response, Aurora glanced sympathetically at Fona Muir.

Then she turned to Don Quixote and said, "Well, in that case, then I won't hold him responsible, Mr. Wolf, after you have paid the money, you can take him away."

Don Quixote coughed, then turned his head to look at Curazzo beside him, but he quickly turned his head to the side.

"Oh, damn it, is this really the Demon King and the Demon King's right-hand man?" Don Quixote coughed again with a little embarrassment, "Well, I'm sorry, because the three of us fled here, so ......"

This far-fetched reason made Aurora puzzled again, observing the three of them back and forth, and then decisively showed his sharp cat paws: "You guys don't look like they fled in this costume, say, do you want to eat the overlord meal?" ”

Don Quixote stepped back slightly, and then he turned to look at Funamüel, who was still eating, and muttered, "Doesn't he look like a refugee?"

"Seems to make some sense?" Aurora said with a nod of approval.

While the two were at a stalemate looking for a solution, Kurazo suddenly walked up: "Sorry, we really don't have any money, but we can work to pay for the meal." ”

"Looks like you're finally remembering your damn position. Don Quixote lowered his voice and said to Curazzo, and then bowed to Aurora with a sincere face: "I am deeply sorry for my brother's behavior, and please let us work here to pay for it." ”

Sighing, Aurora reluctantly raised her paw and grabbed her supple hair, and finally after telling them to wait for her for a while, she turned and entered the work area.

After seeing Aurora leave, Don Quixote quickly sat down next to Vnamuir, bowed his head and began to eat, he was already hungry.

Of course, Currazzo is no exception.

After a while, Fnamuir raised his head with a full burp and happiness, but after seeing the two people next to him, he was still quite shocked: "Hey, why are you two here too?"

"You should really ask your goddamn brain. Reluctantly replied, Don Quixote still did not put down the food in his hand.

"My king, you may really need to change your diet and not take into account the habits around you, but you have done a good job this time. Glancing up at Fina Muir, Curazzo gave himself a compliment that wasn't a compliment.