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Nocton stared at the knife in his hand, stunned. He was willing to pay any price to squeeze into the newspaper office, but the risk of this matter was too high, in case Yuanhuang was really the same person as Yuhanbed, he would be abandoned in the wilderness.

"Mr. Yuji, look, I'm afraid this dinner knife can't wear leather boots, right?"

"I have specially polished it with a blacksmith, and it has been strengthened by a craftsman-type mage, and it is so sharp that it can be broken by blowing." Yuji patted Nocton on the shoulder and said with a smile, "As long as you quietly put the dinner knife directly above Yuanhuang's left foot and let go gently, everything will be done." ”

…… It's just a matter of putting things to rest, right?

Nocton hesitated with his knife in his hand, and was about to do something with Yuji inkblot, but the latter cleverly escaped, leaving only a "Please, good luck" and left. Nocton froze in place, unable to leave the dining window and catch up with Yuji to explain something. There is a feeling of being cheated by someone, is it an illusion?

Is it really going to be done?

If you don't do it, how do you get into the newspaper?

Nocton was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and he didn't know how long it took for someone to finally come to change shifts.

"My mother-in-law ......!" Hilde rolled his eyes and crawled into the back kitchen, his face was so pale that he couldn't straighten his waist, holding on to the wall with one hand and his knees with the other, and his feet were still shaking. The five-person group has been working overtime day and night for more than two days, and only one of them is allowed to take turns to rest, and they have to be fixed at the meal window when they rest. This high-intensity labor effort is about to catch up with the slave society. Now it's Hild's turn to rest and swap Nocton back to continue generating electricity.

Nocton was very reluctant to see Hilde coming. Not only does this mean that he will continue to go back to generating electricity, but it also means that he must start looking for death.

Regarding Nocton's complicated expression, Heard smiled bitterly: "I understand, understand." ”

"Huh? What do you understand? ”

"I told you, my grandfather was a cultist of Karakuri and hated magic. He once told me a story about a great magician who was omnipotent but had to eat lots of mashed potatoes every day. So he took a lot of slaves and peeled mashed potatoes for him in the kitchen every day. ”

Nocton glanced at the ring on his finger with the rest of his eyes, furrowed his eyebrows, and admonished solemnly, "Don't talk nonsense......! ”

"Where the am I talking nonsense, there is no one else here, the master is still fighting on the city wall, what are you afraid of!" Hilde sighed, "We're the ones who specialize in the kitchen peeling potatoes and making mashed potatoes for the legendary archmage." Without us, there would be no mashed potatoes, and she would have no mana to use. ”

Nocton immediately stood up and hurried away.

He didn't want to participate in this kind of complaining full of negative energy while being wiretapped, it was simply looking for death. Nocton is cautious by nature and tends to think about the worst, so he hates dead guys.

Nocton looked down at the dinner knife in his hand...... It's as if he is going to die more than anyone else in the world at this moment. Satirize.

After taking a deep breath, he hid the dinner knife in his cuffs, calmed down, and walked firmly in the direction of the private room on the second floor. If he succeeds, he'll be in the newspaper! If it fails, it's a big deal.

He passed by the well-fed and drunk guests on the stairs, saluted slightly, and then looked vigilantly at the door of the private room around him, judging where Yuan Huang was by his voice. Whether it's eyesight or hearing, Nocton is the best of the five, otherwise how could he have been a hunter for many years? He quickly found the location of the source phoenix.

Stick it to the wall next to the door.

Calm down.

Slow down breathing and heartbeat.

Nocton's eyes quickly entered a cold and sharp state. This is the state of mind when he hunts prey and snipes at the enemy. For Nocton at this moment, everything is silent, the spirit is highly concentrated, and nothing cannot be done. He's sure he'll be able to ......

"Young man?"

"Wow!"

Nocton was suddenly slapped on the shoulder by the person behind him, and his soul was about to squirt out of his mouth on the spot! The mood that finally calmed down is now like a stormy sea. The attention was too focused on the front, and I was frightened by the people behind me.

Nocton recognized that the person who had no intention of scaring him was the ingredient supplier introduced by Xiao Yuxiang this morning. It's an uncle with a double chin full of stubble.

"Mr. Merchant, huh? It scared the hell out of me...... Haven't you left yet? ”

"yes, you're done in the back kitchen? You also want to find your boss, something? ”

"Also"?

Gentleman Nocton gave way and said, "Sir, of course your matter is more important, please ...... first"

Just as the two of them were humbling, the wooden door next to them was pushed open, and four or five wealthy guests came out of it. They were full of food and drink, and slowly walked out with a smile and a smile, and said goodbye to the Yuan Huang inside: "Little brother, we will come again tomorrow?" ”

Nocton immediately took the opportunity to squeeze over and look inside the crack in the door. Although it was only for a moment, he saw that Yuan Huang was left alone in the private room and closed the door.

It doesn't matter why you close the door, it's a good opportunity. Nocton made a gesture of invitation to the ingredient supplier, and now that Yuan Huang was the only one inside, it was a good time to talk about something.

The merchant smiled and nodded, then knocked on the door.

"Ah, wait a minute." Inside, Yuan Huang shouted like this, but he didn't panic much.

That is, in three or four seconds, Yuan Huang opened the door of the room, and when he saw that it was the supplier of ingredients, he immediately looked happy: "Ah, it's Mr. Fan Tong, welcome, welcome, have you finished unloading the ingredients?" ”

"It's all moved to the basement. Mr. Yuanhuang, I still have some very important things that I would like to talk to you about individually. The ingredient vendor walked into the room with a smile.

Nocton knew the time had come and rushed out. Pretending that nothing had happened, he calmly slid past Mr. Fan Tong's side, squeezed into the door and walked inside.

Suddenly, Yuan Huang stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Huh? Nocton, how do you ...... What is this here for? ”

"I'll help clean up the dishes!"

"Cutlery?"

"yes, that's it...... Forehead? Nocton said, pointing to the table in the private room. Since the guests had just finished eating, there were of course plenty of plates and bowls on the table, so it was understandable. However, when Nocton pointed to the table and finished halfway through his sentence, he froze. The table was empty, clean, not even a little bit of leftovers, let alone cutlery.

How can it be? I just saw a table full of plates through the crack in the door! Why is it gone in a blink of an eye?

This is an excuse that Nocton finally came up with, but now it has inexplicably failed and was unexpected.