On the top of the hill in Canglan City, Starbucks Cafe.

It was already half past six in the afternoon, and it was nearly dusk. But the café, which is unknown how old it is, is still in business until 12 a.m.

The old man in a black suit walked into the café and sat down by the window, looking sideways at the city soaked in twilight.

The waiter was polite and unintrusive, just standing there with a menu in his hand.

The old man turned his head and realized that he had made the waiter wait for a long time, "I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted when I see such a beautiful picture." ”

"Understandable." The waitress with dazzling blond hair smiled, "This was the first time I came here, and I was fascinated by the scenery. It's almost tempting to stop at this moment. ”

The old man also smiled and took the menu, and the old man flipped through a few pages, "Please have a cup of mocha and a raisin-dried muffin." Thank you. ”

"Do you want Mocha to be a medium cup or a large cup or a super large cup?" The waiter asked.

"Is the price moving big?"

"In three-piece increments."

"Oh, let's have a big cup."

"Okay, please wait."

The waiter retracted the menu, bowed slightly, and took two steps back before turning to leave. The old man continued to look at the setting sun outside, thinking that this place was exactly the same as the sunset in Fei Lengcui.

Soon the coffee and biscuits he ordered were delivered, and the waiter brought them to him.

"Thank you." The old man said so.

"You're welcome." The waiter had a great impression of this very polite old man, and felt that he might be an old gentleman, and that kind of aristocratic demeanor could not be learned by anyone, and it was impossible to have such an aristocratic temperament without a prominent aristocratic family.

The old man drank coffee, ate raisin-dried muffins, and looked at the setting sun outside. He didn't go to the bathroom until he had refilled his glass four times in a row, and it was already seven o'clock. It was the time of dusk, and the light that had been sprinkled over the city was as beautiful as if it had been gilded.

When the old man returned, there was someone in the seat across from him. It was an old acquaintance, and the old man's tense heart relaxed. Go back to your place and sit down, and continue to drink with your glass.

"Don't you invite me to drink something when you come to such a high-cost place?" The old acquaintance was a very beautiful girl, whose face was only about twenty years old, not more than thirty. But those who are familiar with her know that she is old enough to be a grandmother.

The old man sighed, "You can drink whatever you want, I'll invite you." ”

"Hey, this is the first time you've invited me." The girl snapped her fingers, and soon a waitress arrived.

"May I ask this lady, do you have any needs?" The waiter asked.

"Have a cup of coffee." The girl said.

"Okay, what kind of coffee do you need?" I can bring you the menu right away. ”

"No," the girl rolled her eyes, "bring me an '82 year old latte!" ”

Hearing this, the old man's mouth was only thirty-three yuan for a cup, and the refill cup was only ten yuan, and the mocha almost squirted out. The waiters were shocked, this is coffee and not red wine, where did it come from in 82?

Fortunately, the manager was very experienced, summoned the waiter, and then ran to the warehouse to take out an 82-year-old expired coffee bean to the waiter, and let her grind it into coffee and serve it.

The waiter felt bad, "the manager...... How is this priced? ”

The manager thought about it for a while, and felt that it was a little bad if the expired coffee beans still had to be charged, "It's free, serve it, and give it away." ”

The old man here took out a tissue, wiped off all the coffee spots on the table, and then looked at the girl opposite coldly, "Serbia, what do you want to do?" ”

"'82 Latte," Serbia laughed hatefully, "I've heard that this kind of coffee can only be drunk at Starbucks, and a cup costs 500 yuan. ”

Hilton's mouth twitched, he knew very well that there would not be any 82-year-old lattes that had been treasured for many years in such a café, but the deposited 82-year-old coffee beans should have been there, and they all expired.

The waiter was a little resistant to the special 82-year-old latte on the tray, and after serving it to Serbia, he quickly ran to the bathroom and vomited, and he didn't know what to say about the smell.

"Come, try it, this is the 82-year-old latte you ordered, I'll treat you to a glass of five hundred yuan, drink it." Hilton scrambled back his stool a few times and gloated. That '82 year old latte was like poison, with a weird green color and a weird smell that I couldn't stand the slightest smell.

Serbia's face did not change, he took the 82-year-old latte and drank it all, and the manager who watched it turned pale, thinking about whether to call an ambulance for a while.

"It tastes good." Serbia said against its will.

"Do I need to order another drink for you?" Hilton laughed, then threw a raisin muffin into his mouth.

"Waiter, have a cappuccino." Serbia ordered a normal cup of coffee this time.

At 7:20, Canglan City had entered the night. Serbia and Hilton drank their coffee in silence and looked out.

Serbia looked at the time and knew it was time for him to come.

Ten minutes later, from this café on the top of the hill, you can clearly see that martial law has begun on the capital's No. 1 Airport outside the city, and seven minutes later, several large transport ships broke through the atmosphere and landed towards the No. 1 Airport. That type of transport ship is not something that Canglan Star can have, it comes from the Heavenly Holy Country, exclusive to the Crusader Forbidden Army.

"He's coming." Hilton said with emotion.

"Yes," said Serbian quietly, "he has been looking for you for so many years, and now that he knows that you are on this planet, of course he will come to you himself." ”

"You've always been in Fei Lengcui, you should know how he's been doing all these years, right?" Hilton asked, "I'd like to hear it." ”

"Anyway, it's okay." Serbia took a sip of coffee, "It's just that the Pope has tried to give him the title of Knight King Feng many times, but he has refused." Now he is also the de facto supreme commander of the Crusaders, but he is still a general. has always refused to serve as a marshal. ”

"It's so stubborn, it's still the same as before." Hilton chuckled.

"Maybe for him, you are still the marshal of the Crusader Forbidden Army, the Knight King."

"But I'm already a traitor, and those are no longer mine."

But he still thinks so, he thinks that you must have had some last resort to be a defector, and it must be a matter of great concern to mankind to make a knight king sacrifice glory and everything. He still thinks so. Serbia grabbed an almond and put it in its mouth.

"How can it be so complicated...... It's just a promise that must be fulfilled, what does it have to do with all of humanity? Hilton drank the coffee from his cup, "I can't be around the city for a while, that kid is going crazy looking for me, so I'll have to hide and you won't have to look for me." ”

After saying that, he got up and was about to go to the checkout, after all, he was in for a treat.

"So you're here......"

"I just want to drink a Starbucks coffee." Hilton waved his hand after settling the bill, turned around and walked out.

Serbia looked at the first airport in the distance, thinking that the first thing that man did when he got off the ship might be to find Hilton, and he had been obsessed with it for so many years.

(End of chapter)