Knock, knock.

After a rhythmic knock on the door, Bane didn't push the door in, but stood in the doorway and waited.

Although this is a restaurant, it is natural for Bane to become well-behaved when he thinks about the purpose of his visit.

"Please come in."

About a few seconds later, Qin Ran's voice came.

Bane immediately pushed the door open.

"Good evening, Luo Yan."

With a sense of self-familiarity, or rather shamelessness, Bane leaned over to the bar.

Qin Ran was still holding the newspaper as before, sitting on a stool, and the TV next to him was still playing the evening news, the only difference was that he had an extra cup of tea at hand.

Mimosa bubbles.

After buying some tea leaves and tea sets in the afternoon, Mimosa couldn't wait to try to make tea for Qin Ran.

Mimosa, who is proficient in cooking, is not bad at tea.

Ordinary tea leaves have a different feeling under the modulation of mimosa.

The entrance is not bitter, mellow and sweet.

After Qin Ran took a sip, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

It's already because of the good mood of the strength recovery part.,It's getting better and better.。

Qin Ran, who had a similar experience once, had fully adapted to the back of his body after having a sufficient day of buffer.

Be able to give full play to the strength brought by the body at this moment.

For people like Qin Ran.

Strong strength is a must.

However, the control of great power is even more necessary.

Uncontrollable power, no matter how powerful it is, Qin Ran will not need it.

And, more importantly, after recovering some of his strength, he has more options in the face of the dungeon world in front of him.

Mimosa, also become safer.

It's a two-pronged thing.

Therefore, Qin Ran looked at Bane with a pleasant face.

"What is needed?"

"Fried rice and chicken broth."

Bane replied.

Because, last night's big battle, the worried mimosa did not prepare the ingredients in advance.

It's too late to get to some foods that need to be pickled today, so today's menu at Ye Zhi's restaurant only has fried rice and chicken soup.

"250 yuan, 10% additional service charge."

Qin Ran quoted a price.

"Profiteers!"

"Not only is the food expensive, but also the service fee?"

"Do you have a service here?"

Bane kept muttering in his heart, but he still smiled and paid happily.

He knew what he was here for.

You can't afford to lose a big deal because of a small thing.

Even if your face is stiff and hurt, you need to keep laughing.

After collecting the money and putting it in the cash box, Qin Ran walked to the kitchen, opened the curtain, and said softly: "A fried rice." ”

"Hmm."

Mimosa nodded with a smile, picked up the headscarf on the side, and operated it quickly.

It's different from the usual submissive look.

Mimosa at this time, serious and serious.

The gaze also showed a hint of sharpness.

Qin Ran leaned against the door frame, looking at the mimosa in this state, his eyes were full of appreciation.

It's not just the appreciation of the mimosa's serious attitude, but also the kind of flowing cooking.

Just looking at it, there is a feeling that is pleasing to the eye.

Therefore, Qin Ran didn't think that 150 pieces of fried rice would be expensive at all.

And the service fee?

And rightfully so.

Don't you see mimosas so serious?

Three minutes.

A plate of egg fried rice with a faint golden glow appeared in Mimosa's hand.

"Alright."

After finishing the food, the mimosa once again returned to its usual appearance in front of Qin Ran, holding the plate with both hands, looking soft.

"Tea together?"

Qin Ran took the food and asked.

Suddenly, Mimosa's eyes lit up.

Why buy a tea set?

And not a single one?

Naturally, it was for this time.

With the joy of careful consideration, Mimosa took off her headscarf and apron and walked out of the kitchen.

After his gaze swept over Bane, he took out the tea caddy and teacup without paying attention.

The water in which the tea is boiled is filtered water.

Mimosas filter themselves.

It's not sweet, but it's clear and soft.

The kettle is an iron kettle.

The furnace is a charcoal stove.

Pinch up a little tea leaves, put them in a pot, pour water into them, not full, not overflowing, half a pot is enough.

The charcoal was lit red, and when the pot was put on, there was a grunting sound.

Put a little brown sugar and shredded ginger in a cup.

Unlike Qin Ran's clear tea, Mimosa prefers this kind of tea that is reconcocted.

When the tea was poured into the cup, Mimosa waited quietly for ten seconds, then picked up the teacup with both hands, sat in the sofa chair specially bought in the afternoon, and showed a smile to Qin Ran.

Qin Ran smiled in response and picked up the teacup.

Bane stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

What's going on?

Why does he always feel like he's the superfluous one?

If you want to drink tea, can you drink it yourself behind closed doors?

But......

This egg fried rice is so delicious!

It smells so good!

Chicken soup isn't bad either!

He hadn't eaten anything like this in a long time.

Although the price is a little more expensive, it is also great value for money.

It's just a little less.

Looking at the empty plates and bowls, Bane wanted to ask for another one, but seeing Qin Ran and Mimosa looking at each other and smiling at each other, holding a teacup, he couldn't interject at all.

Whenever I want to open my mouth to say something, there will always be a palpitation in my heart for no reason.

It's as if if he just opened his mouth, he would have to suffer some catastrophe.

Herders trust this instinct very much.

So, after opening his mouth several times in a row, but not a word came out, Bane sat there honestly and did not speak.

The night is long anyway.

He has time, doesn't he?

It's also nice to listen to the barking of wild dogs outside.

Wow, wow!

Bane listened to the dog barking and watched the hour hand in his watch move three squares, and finally saw Mimosa start to clean up the tea set.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Mimosa asked Qin Ran while cleaning up.

"It's cold."

"Let's eat mutton."

Qin Ran thought for a moment and said.

"Hmm."

"That's lamb."

Mimosa nodded and walked into the kitchen.

In that huge freezer, there are all kinds of meats on the market, all carefully selected by mimosa.

After taking out a fan of lamb and placing it on the cutting board, Mimosa thought for a while, and began to rinse the frozen piece of lamb with cold water.

The sound of water coming from the kitchen made Qin Ran look forward to tomorrow's food more and more.

What could it be?

Qin Ran guessed in his heart.

Being with mimosas has such benefits.

Every meal is a surprise.

Every meal is worth savoring.

During this time, Qin Ran had already developed the habit of taking a little time out and guessing what the mimosa would do.

It is also the happiest time of Qin Ran's day.

Food always makes people happy, doesn't it?

But at this time, Bane couldn't help it.

Moreover, the feeling of palpitations did not disappear at some point.

This emboldened Bane.

Looking at Qin Ran, who was still ignoring him, he couldn't help but raise his hand and knocked on the bar.

Qin Ran, who was interrupted from his train of thought, looked at Bane with displeasure.

"Something?"

Qin Ran asked.

"Hmm."

"Do you know about the Darkmoon Protocol?"

Bane asked knowingly.

He had read Qin Ran's information, and it was clearly written that Qin Ran's father lived in seclusion in the mountains because he was dissatisfied with the 'Dark Moon Agreement'.

"Yes."

"Independent of ordinary people, the mysterious witchers and weirdos compromise with each other's contract agreement."

Qin Ran nodded.

Ed. In order not to show his stuffing, Wang once explained to Qin Ran in detail what the Dark Moon Protocol was.

Before the Darkmoon Agreement, the witchers were at war with the monstrities for many years.

Not only is it inextricably fought, but there are even incidents such as the destruction of the door.

Witchers are mostly family-based.

The bond of bloodline allows the witcher to completely hand over his back to his companions.

Fathers and sons, brothers, husbands and wives, or simply the whole family, go into battle to hunt demons.

As for when such a tradition was formed?

It was probably some weird guy who killed the wife of an 'ordinary person', and then, the 'ordinary person' became self-taught, became a witcher, and by the way, pulled his own children into the clan.

When family-based witchers became mainstream, they were more efficient and suffered fewer casualties than before.

However, the reduction in casualties does not mean that there are none.

During a witcher's demon hunt, a certain big man in the normal world was affected, causing the death of that big man.

The whole world was in shambles.

The witchers and the monsters fought each other, killing and wounding each other.

Everyman?

There were countless casualties.

This situation lasted for a month, and eventually, when the number of deaths of ordinary people reached a limit, the big shots could no longer bear it, and they pulled the witchers and monsters to the negotiating table in the name of 'world peace'.

Then, there is mutual entanglement.

Mutual compromise.

At last?

The Darkmoon Protocol was born.

In order to mourn that bleak month of death everywhere, everyone must abide by the rule that no action should be made against ordinary people.

Once you do it, you will be wiped out by witchers and monsters at the same time.

But in the same way, in the face of law-abiding weirdness, the witcher must not act at will.

For such an agreement, there are those who are in favor and those who are against.

However, the majority is in favour.

Therefore, the agreement was signed smoothly.

Those who oppose it will not cooperate.

Some of the demon hunters who were burdened with blood feuds chose to die together fiercely, and chose to stay away in silence.

Weird?

It's the same.

In order to make the agreement smoothly implemented, the tripartite cooperation took a full year to smooth out the localities, but in the process, something happened.

These things are the purpose of Bane's coming.

"You know the Darkmoon Protocol."

"And what do you know about the 'Winter Night War'?"

Bane asked tentatively.

"Winter Night War?"

Qin Ran was stunned.

Ed. The king did not say this term.

"A year after the Darkmoon Protocol, the 'Winter Night War' was born—it was born to ease the feud between the witchers and the weirdos."

"It's better to be blocked!"

"Hatred doesn't go away with time, it grows stronger."

"The Winter Night War was born for this!"

After a pause, Bane continued.

"On the day of the winter solstice, witchers and freaks will elect some representatives to gather somewhere and have a battle."

"The fighting lasted seven days."

"The winner will get a lot of money or some fancy props."

"I'm here today to hope that you, Luo Yan, will represent the eastern district of Aicheng to participate in the 'Winter Night Battle'!"

Bane stated his purpose.

"On behalf of Ai Cheng East?"

Qin Ran's brows furrowed.

"Yes, on behalf of Aicheng East."

"We don't need Luo Yan for you to really participate in the Winter Night War, we just need you to ensure that the eastern district of Aicheng is no longer at the bottom of the selection of herders in the four districts."

"We've had enough of the names of the weakest districts!"

"If it weren't for the age limit, I would have kicked those assholes a long time ago!"

Bane said, looking at Qin Ran with pleading.

"Don't worry, we won't let you work in vain."

"If you want, we can make up a payment of 10 silver dollars."

"Whether you win in the four districts or not, the 10 silver dollars are yours."

"In the same way, the reward for winning is yours."

Bane said the payout.

"10 silver money?"

Qin Ran groaned.

Exceeding the dead, crossing money is the key to recovering his strength, if he can obtain a large amount of silver money through normal channels, Qin Ran is very happy.

However, the person in front of him, Qin Ran remembered how dishonest the other party was.

So, he groaned and didn't say yes right away.

Sure enough, just the next moment, seeing that Qin Ran did not refuse immediately, Bane, who knew that there was a play, quoted a price again.

"15 silver money!"

Bane said.

Qin Ran was silent.

"16 silver money!"

“17！”

“18！”

"No more!"

"18 silver money, it's really a limit!"

Bane reported the numbers one by one, his face was already red, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“20！”

Qin Ran reported a number.

Bane's neck thickened in an instant, but, right away, he gritted his teeth.

"20 is 20!"

The reputation of the weakest district has already endured too much criticism for them.

Although 20 silver is a lot of money, but the 11 districts in the eastern district are combined, if they are herdsmen together, they can still do it.

What's more, a B-grade, worth the price.

"Pay first."

Qin Ran said again.

"Good!"

"Wait until I'll get back!"

Now that Qin Ran had agreed, Bane had nothing to hesitate about, so he stood up and walked out.

And it didn't take long, not even half an hour, when Bane returned and threw a money bag on the table.

"A total of 20 silver dollars."

"You click."

Bane said.

Qin Ran directly opened the money bag, and after carefully inspecting it, he looked at Bane again.

"How many selections will start in Ai City?"

Qin Ran asked.

"A week later."

"When the time comes, I'll come and pick you up."

After Bane finished speaking, after looking at Qin Ran and nodding, he turned around and left again.

Why did he come back so soon?

It's because of going out Ed. The herdsmen in the 11 districts of the Eastern Side outside of Wang were outside, and he needed to inform his colleagues of the good news.

Qin Ran watched the other party go away.

Then, picking up the money bag in his hand, he began to replenish and revise the plan again in his heart.

And just then, the phone on the desk rang.

Jingle bells!