The awkward dinner continues.

Hannibal and Wings of Liberty Geraint both enjoyed this red wine stew, but Enid next to Geraint didn't have the same good appetite as the two of them, and didn't look at the side dish in front of him, just stared at Hannibal, probably trying to see the flowers on his face.

"If you don't eat it, the food will be cold."

This was the first thing Geraint said tonight, and since the two arrived in Mouse City, it has always been the aggressive Enid and Hannibal head-to-head, and Geraint's silence does not mean that he has no voice in the pair.

Hannibal knew very well that it was not Enid who could really make up his mind between the two, but Geraint, who seemed to be harmless and unpleasant.

Enid glanced at Geraint, but finally moved her knife and fork.

Now that Enid's mouth was gagged with food, Geraint naturally took over the conversation, first thanking Hannibal for his hospitality, and then talking about the chicken stew in red wine.

"It's fine, it's just that the pickling time is a little longer, which affects the taste," Gerant's attitude was very tactful and his tone was very humble, "The taste is quite important, what do you say?" ”

Hannibal understood that Geraint was referring to what he was saying, and that he was ostensibly talking about the taste of the dish, but in fact he was saying that he had made him wait too long, and he was quite unhappy with it.

Geraint and Enid came all the way to Mouse City, certainly not to discuss how to cook with Hannibal in the middle of the night, they came here for only one purpose, and that was the bugs.

Who knows that Hannibal has been going around in circles with the two of them, not talking about bugs at all, Geraint is not a character like Enid who has a faster mouth than his brain, and he even expresses his dissatisfaction, he has to turn a few corners and express it tactfully.

Once again, Hannibal resorted to the trick of "pretending to be garlic", he pretended not to hear Geraint's extraneous voice, and seriously tasted the food, saying:

"Okay."

……

"Squeak."

The door to the room opened, and this time it was not the young waiter who had come in to set up the dishes, but Walter, the old butler, who walked calmly into the door, and removed the three plates from the table, even though he did not show the slightest surprise when he saw that the food on Enid's plate was barely moving.

"Sir, can you serve the main course?"

Walter politely looked at Geraint and Enid before finally setting his eyes on Hannibal.

"Yes."

Hannibal smiled slightly, and finally straightened his waist a little after a night of bowing.

As Hannibal's most powerful hand, Walter had been ordered to deal with the situation on the side of the worm, otherwise how could Hannibal, who was particularly picky about food, use a young man as a waiter.

Now that Walter is back, it means that it has been taken care of and there is no need to worry about it. In that case, Hannibal could have a good meal with these two uninvited guests.

……

"Although I didn't cook this barbecue steak myself, the sauce is my special secret recipe, so it's not convenient to reveal the specifics to you."

Walter laid out the dish, and Hannibal began to introduce the dish to the two in front of him.

Geraint was fine, he sat there with an unchanging face and a heartbeat, listening carefully to Hannibal's every word, Enid was not as good-tempered as him, and the fists under her table creaked as if she would rise from the table in the next moment.

Because the sauce on the plate was drenched into a special pattern, with a sharp sword in the center, and beside it were two pairs of white wings, one closed inward and the other outward.

This is the mark of the wings of freedom.

Needless to say, the meat on the plate was naturally killed by Hannibal a few days ago, and the meat that the wings of freedom planted in the eyeliner in the mouse city.

To put it bluntly, these are human flesh.

"It's been freezing for a few days, it's been a little long," Hannibal cut a small piece into his mouth and chewed it carefully, "it doesn't taste very good." ”

Hannibal looked at Geraint without blinking when he spoke, his eyes were sharp, and Geraint couldn't help but want to avoid his gaze, and every time Hannibal's mouth moved, the corners of Geraint's eyes twitched.

It was only at this moment that Geraint and Enid remembered the word "man-eater", and it turned out that he really could eat human flesh.

Grinning silently, Hannibal, who has always paid attention to appearance, actually didn't care about the bright red sauce on his white teeth, in the eyes of the other two, this is the real Hannibal, a cannibal demon who controls the mouse city.

"It seems that this dish is not to our guests' liking," said Hannibal to Walter, "and you can take them to eat something light." ”

"Yes, sir."

Walter leaned over and made a "please" gesture to Geraint and Enid.

……

In the silence of the night, a modified pickup truck was driving on the road away from Mouse City, with Turtledove holding the steering wheel and Bug sitting beside him.

Silence.

Originally, in the turtledove's plan, the little worm would leave the mouse city after recovering from the injury, and even if the favor she owed her was paid off, it would be basically difficult for the two of them to cross paths again in the future, but the people of the wings of freedom suddenly visited, and the little worm who had not healed from the injury obviously couldn't drive out of the mouse city alone.

She needs someone to help her drive, so I'll do her another favor for the time being.

It was with this in mind that the turtledove sat in the cab of this pickup truck, he knew that it was very dangerous to get involved with the worms, but what could he do, could he watch the worms injured to save himself fall into the hands of the people of the Wings of Freedom?

He has never been a hard-hearted person, and the apathy of the turtledove was a habit developed in order to survive, until she met the little worm, and she melted the turtledove to disguise her indifference, so that the turtledove vaguely found herself hidden deep in her heart.

Or maybe Ikaruga hasn't really found himself yet, but at least he's trending like that.

"Where are you going?"

As she drove out of Mouse City, Turtledove remembered that she hadn't asked Worm where she was going.

"Oasis."

The worm's answer was very succinct, just two simple words.

The engine became the only thing that made a sound at the moment, and the pickup truck in high speed was jolting one after another, and the turtledove put his hands on the steering wheel, absent-minded.

"You don't have to go with me," the worm turned to look at the turtledove, "it's too dangerous, and you don't owe me anything, so there's no need to do it." ”

The turtledove was silent for a long time, and finally pursed his lips, he knew that what the little worm said was right, the favor he owed the little worm had been paid off, and they didn't owe each other.

……

"Squeak!"

Through the windshield, the turtledove suddenly noticed that there was a man in front of him in the middle of the road, and stepped on the brakes, and the turtledove told the little worm to stay in the car honestly, and then opened the car door himself to see what was going on.