While André was still racking his brains to flesh out "his" script, Dretta Kumoss, who initiated the referendum, was almost on the verge of exploding.

The old elf had been flying all morning with the Horned Hippogriff all over the half-Garanord, and what he had seen and heard along the way only made his mood worse and worse! It wasn't until his car was exhausted and panting and the corners of his mouth were drooling that he had to stop his almost crazy behavior and calm down and think about the situation before him.

According to the tradition of the elves, since the council has ruled under the decision of the public council that the demons are not allowed to continue to operate their business within the scope of Garanord, then the other party should honestly wait for the judgment to come! The council's judgment should be carried out unconditionally and resolutely! He believes that all the elves should understand what it means to have an execution letter stamped with the official seal of the highest authority of the kingdom. It was a judgment with a divine effect, which even the great earth goddess had to recognize!

However, the conspiracy of those cunning demons was not only not resolved, but also intensified. In just a few days, there were more than a dozen or twenty restaurants in the same style throughout Garanord! Although there was no demon in any of them, Drita knew that this situation, which had become a new phenomenon, must have been caused by the cunning son of the abyss! Not to mention the fact that he found a similar slogan in every restaurant - "a unique exotic flavor from Andrarui".

Derita didn't know what kind of method that the despicable demon leader had used to make his compatriots and hobbits ignore the council's execution, and would rather use this speculative method to exploit the loopholes in the camp documents in order to help those evil demons! What was even more infuriating was that when he was indignant and held the execution letter to those "store managers" to explain the dangers contained in this matter with emotion and reason. Although his compatriots greeted him with a smile, they never agreed with anything he said in their hearts, and those arrogant hobbits even turned a blind eye to him with a cold face!!

Along the way, every time Derita visited a store, the depression in her heart deepened. It wasn't until the Hippogriff, who had faithfully carried him, became overwhelmed by exertion that he began to slowly calm down from his anger and numbness.

Derita found that it was useless to reason with these people who had been deceived by the demons. The other party's demagogic ability is much stronger than his own eloquence, and only the most direct and effective means can make them wake up!

And the most direct way is to expose the conspiracies hidden behind the food and restaurants, but Derita feels that with the level of cunning of the other party, there will probably be no obvious flaws, even the elves who are extremely sensitive to magic and curses cannot see through the malice hidden under the smile of the other party, and the old-fashioned old druid does not feel that he can outperform the energetic and perceptive little ones in this regard.

How can we uncover this hidden conspiracy!? The key is the evidence that is hidden somewhere, and even the existence of it cannot be confirmed!

"Evidence, evidence...... Dressa's mind seemed to be in a dead end, if only the goddess could give her clear guidance...... No, no, even the goddess has been blinded by that hypocritical child of the abyss, and the only one I can rely on is myself!

But what should he do? Drita even felt like she wanted to pull her hair...... Let yourself dig out the darkness hidden under the glossy façade of this restaurant, even if it is added to those like-minded friends who make him feel that there is little hope, it is better to directly put a charge on the insidious son of the abyss that he cannot justify!

Drita thought to herself, but there seemed to be some inexplicable floodgates in her heart, and the monsters hidden in the shadows breathed a devouring dark aura......

What if you take advantage of the negligence of these already deceived compatriots to add something special to their food?

As a druid, Drita was well enough to be knowledgeable in herbalism that it wasn't too difficult for him to prepare drugs that would quickly affect his body without leaving serious damage...... The difficulty is how to add enough medicine to their food without them noticing.

Maybe it's better to act at night?

...... Even if my intention is for the future of this country, even if the fabricated "evidence" does not cause irreparable harm to innocent compatriots, this cannot be an excuse for my unscrupulous means!

Garlanor is not really a battlefield.

In those cruel times, all actions and means to achieve victory could be used to comfort themselves in the sense of urgency. But the use of such means in the peaceful royal capital can only be a simple act of self-depravity!

With a stiff expression and a battle between heaven and man, Drita had not yet found himself so out of place with the convivial atmosphere around the restaurant, and he did not expect that it was his rigidity and integrity that had saved him from the biggest crisis of trust in his life - André had repeatedly stressed to the operators that food safety was the top priority of the business. If Derita really acted on a single thought, he would probably be greeted with serious consequences that the old elf could not bear, and even the necessity of a referendum would be questioned because of the moral crisis of his initiator!

The old druid, whose face was full of iron, as if he had been invaded by some unspeakable evil, was stiffly isolated among the flow of people...... Some of the sensible elves had noticed his abnormality, and they were even wondering if he had suddenly had some hidden illness that did not show symptoms.

"Grandpa, grandpa, is there anything wrong with you?" asked a red-faced elven girl timidly tugging at the corner of Dretta's clothes behind him.

“...... Grandpa is fine, thank you, kid. The old elf's terrifying expression melted almost instantly, and a bitter smile hung on his face, which looked particularly old because of his youthful experience, "Grandpa just thought of something bad. ”

"Half of this is for you, as long as you have tasted this delicious snack, the sad thing will surely run away by itself!" the little girl opened the wooden box in her arms, and took out a strange piece of food connected by round gadgets, and the delicate golden dessert exuded a rich sweet fragrance.

Faced with the cute little girl, Derita suddenly didn't know how to deal with it...... He shouldn't have rejected such an innocent and innocent girl's kindness, but he knew very well that this unique food originated from the so-called "Andrarui flavor" boutique not far away. He wanted to remind this kind little girl to be careful of the conspiracy hidden by the demons under these appearances, and he felt that he should not let these dark things pollute the little girl's precious innocence.

The little girl saw that the strange old man did not accept her kindness, and her expression was slightly stained with a hint of loss. However, the Hippogriff beside Derita seemed to be really tired from the long flight, and it carefully stretched out its hard beak and tore a small piece of snack from the girl's hand. The old elf's partner chewed on a sweet snack with its teeth that were different from those of ordinary birds of prey, and then stared at its own wide eyes and let out a high-pitched cry of joy.

"You like it too, don't you?"

At that moment, the smile on the little girl's face reminded Derita of the dawn in the east, which symbolized the arrival of a new day, heralded hope and budding.

Yes, those intrigues and sinisters should be the responsibility of people like themselves! These things that seem incompatible with Garlanod should not affect the innocent and innocent world of children, and protecting these people living in happiness is exactly what old fellows like themselves should do, which is also the original intention of motivating him to launch a referendum in all his desperation!

"That's all I can give you! I'll give the rest to my father!" the little girl tore off half of the snack in her hand, shoved it into Derita's hand, and then ran quickly to a young woman with a quiet smile not far away.

Derita smiled slightly awkwardly as she watched the little girl's mother nod to her...... When the little girl and her mother left together, she did not forget to turn around and wave goodbye to the strange old man and the greedy eagle beast.

It wasn't until the mother and son disappeared into the bustling crowd that Derita looked at the sweet and fragrant exotic food in her hand with a bitter expression...... Although this is food from the demons, after all, it contains the simple and beautiful blessings of the little girl, and the old druid struggled for a while, and finally stuffed the snack with residual warmth into his pocket.

He had already figured out that even if the plot of the son of the abyss could be concealed for a while, it would not be possible to hide it from the eyes of all the hundreds of thousands of residents of Garlanord for a long time. And all he had to do was to awaken the vigilance of the people - to use his own methods, even if they were ridiculously old-fashioned and ineffective!

......

Helen looked at the old elf who had been noisy in the crowd for a long time, but only drank a few sips of water and continued to preach his false statements, and the limit of patience had almost been pressed to her limit - most elves don't like to argue with others, but the old man who was shouting about the demon threat in the open space in front of the store was too unreasonable!

It's your own business to hold a grudge against the demons, but in front of us operators, you are hyping up those unsubstantiated conspiracy theories, isn't this just pointing at the elves and scolding the long-eared rabbits!? Those itinerant people who were originally interested in the store suppressed their curiosity about food because of the old man's false remarks, and became unreasonably vigilant, which did not respect the fruits of their labor at all, and was simply making trouble!

Helen rolled up her sleeves even higher because she had been working, and the young mother did not realize that her current image might impress her husband.

"Don't you think it's very irresponsible, sir, for you to make such unsubstantiated statements here!?" Helen angrily questioned Drita in the crowd.

"Who are you, ma'am?" Most of the passing elves listened silently to his warning, and this was the first listener to question his point.

"I'm one of the acting 'store managers' of the many stores you call a conspiraction!" Helen clasped her hands to her chest, and she didn't give up if the other party didn't apologize.

"I have nothing to say to a young man like you, blinded by alien machinations. Derita shook her head faintly.

Seeing the other party's behavior, Helen's anger in her heart suddenly could no longer be suppressed! In the elven society, people retain the virtue of respecting the elders and respecting their wisdom that is nurtured by experience, but this does not mean that everything that the elder says is right! If he does not refute himself, the compatriots next to him will probably be really deceived by this old man's troubled appearance!

"You have nothing to say to me, but I have a lot of questions for you!"

"You keep saying that our store is part of the huge conspiracy of the demons, so can you please tell us what kind of conspiracy this is, and which part of our store does it belong to?"

"I don't know the details of this, but if Andrari's demons don't have a conspiracy, why would they bring their shop and their food culture to our elven Garanod?"

Okay, I can't find a basis, and if I can't say why, I directly accuse the demons themselves of having problems, which is really a domineering logic that is almost a scoundrel!

"So you have been making a lot of noise here for most of the day, can I be sure that you also have some ulterior motive in mind?

"I've never run a restaurant or dim sum shop......

"Even if you haven't run a store before, who knows if your friends and family don't run a similar project?"

I have to say that women are more talented than men when they mess around. After you and I went back and forth for a while, many people gathered around the two of them who were curious about the dispute.

However, they did not crowd together, lest the world be chaotic with a gloating expression to incite the two sides of the dispute with each other, but relied on the keen hearing of the elves to quietly focus on the two people, trying to distinguish the right and wrong in their hearts with the words of both sides and their own judgment.

"Nothing else, first of all, this idea of pleasure and tongue is a serious corruption of our noble elves!" Finding that her dispute with the young lady had captured most of the people's attention, Derita realized that now was the time for her to assert her ideas.

"Is this really 'corruption'?" Helen looked very angry, according to the other party's meaning, aren't these chef apprentices who yearn for food the accomplices of the evil demons?

"His Highness Andre has made a new division of food and the art forms that are common in our Whispering Forest!"

For elves, if anything can be raised to the height of art, it will inevitably be a sought-after existence.

"Oh?" Derita was genuinely curious about what the cunning son of the abyss had uttered, "I would like to hear about it." ”

"The first category, the art that can be felt by the soul -- mainly includes literature, performance, music, dance, painting, sculpture, etc., which can carry people's thoughts, and is also the most unrigid to form, including the most abundant types of art. ”

"The second category is the art of visual perception – the aforementioned performances, dances, paintings, sculptures, all of which are included. ”

"The third category, the art of auditory experience - opera, song, music and dance, ......"

"Food, on the other hand, is a relatively independent fourth type of art – a unique art form that can be experienced through taste, smell and touch!"

Deretta had to admit that the son of the abyss did possess some unique wisdom that ordinary people could not reach, and an inexplicable remark could be summed up by him in such a way.

"But once art is detached from the soul and the mind, it becomes a meaningless, corrupting pleasure!"

"Is it true that food is detached from the soul and the mind!?" Helen's eyes widened as she widened her pretty eyes, "Isn't the snack that a mother carefully prepares for her children, and the dishes that a wife cooks for her husband contain tender affection and love!?"

At this moment, Derita was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning, and he remembered the snack that the little girl had handed him before the two hourglasses - which contained innocence and kindness that were pure to the point of no fault, and concern for strangers......

The clever and greedy eagle beast beside the old druid seemed to remember something very important because of the reminder of the "boss lady", and it quickly stretched its neck from the placket of its old partner to take out a piece of food that had always made him haunt him.

Why is it that his old partner, who is usually very generous, is not willing to share these delicious gadgets with him today?

Helen looked at the "egg boys" who were obviously from her own shop, sneered wordlessly, and then turned around and walked into the store without looking back.

At this time, the onlookers basically have their own judgment - some things are difficult to evaluate right and wrong, in fact, the key to right and wrong may be based on whether the demon clan is really brewing a conspiracy, but judging from the content of the current dispute between the two sides, the young lady's words are undoubtedly more reasonable.

Just when Derita looked angrily at the critical moment by his side and "stabbed himself", and his animal companion, who was eating very happily, was speechless, Helen, who had just walked into the store, walked in front of the old elf again.

"Serve hot, these eggs will lose their crunchy texture when they get cold, and their taste will be diminished!" Helen couldn't help but shove the snack into Derita's hand.

The old elf once again looked at the alien food in his hand in a daze, not knowing what words to use to express his complicated feelings at the moment......