It wasn't long before Aaron, who was slightly surprised, saw an eight-nine-year-old boy running out of the hallway grabbing a turkey leg. To Aaron's funny amusement, the dirty-clad boy was desperately trying to shove the turkey leg into his mouth as he ran, muttering something in his mouth, as if in response to the chef-like big guy behind him.

"This little ghost is so similar to when I was a child!" Seeing the boy, Aaron recalled his childhood days, and his mood suddenly lightened a lot.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

Suddenly, the little boy slipped under Aaron's crotch and hid motionless behind Aaron's black gown, hiding from the chef's pursuit.

"Shh

Aaron smiled heartily, but did not puncture his place, and picked up a wine glass from the wine plate of one of the waitresses as he had done earlier.

"Damn, where the hell did this little imp go? The chef stood at the entrance of the hallway and muttered quietly. There were guests invited by Lord Anthony in several halls, and the chef did not dare to make a rash move, so he could only scan the hall in front of him with his eyes. Suddenly, the cook spotted Aaron drinking alone near the window, and he immediately took a few steps back and slapped the grease and soot that had stained his body in the kitchen for a while, and then walked up to Aaron's side in what he thought was the most polite way possible, and smiled with a mouth that had broken a few big teeth:

"Dear sir, did you just see a boy of this size walking past here?" the chef said amicably, gesticulating.

"Damn, didn't you see that I was drinking, how could I possibly keep an eye on an unrelated imp, such a blind fellow!" Arlen angrily put down his glass and scolded him.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry to bother you......" The chef was so frightened that he immediately apologized and quickly walked back into the hallway.

"Thank you, sir!" the boy flashed out from behind Aaron's ass as he watched the figure disappear into the hallway, innocently grateful. However, the two-pound turkey leg in his hand had disappeared without a trace, and he was so hungry!" Alun wondered.

"Sir, can you do me a favor?" asked the boy with a winkful eye.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" said Aaron. I don't know why, but I have a good impression of this boy who is similar to my own youth. Although he met in this way, it still couldn't erase Allen's good impression of him.

"Can you help me steal something?" the innocent boy's eyes widened, as if he was afraid that Aaron would not agree to him.

"Stealing? no, no, no, it's bad behavior, you know?" said Aaron, reminiscent of the tone that Atay's father had taught him before.

"But...... But I'm so hungry!"

"Still hungry? You just ate a whole turkey leg, and if I can't eat a whole one by myself, you still say you're hungry?" Alan laughed.

"Sir, I have my brother, sister, and mother, and they haven't eaten for two days, uh-" the boy began to cry as he spoke. Fortunately, there were many guests in the hall, and the singing and dancing mixed with the conversation of people also drowned out the boy's crying.

"Is that so?" said Aaron, thinking for a moment, as he took some coins out of his bosom and gave them to the boy so that he could go and buy food for his family. Unexpectedly, when Aaron reached into his arms, he suddenly remembered that he had been in the habit of not carrying currency for a long time, and he couldn't find a copper plate on his body.

The boy stared motionlessly at Aaron's hand in his arms, and when he saw that the hand on which he had placed so many hopes came out again, but it was still empty, the boy's eyes were full of disappointment and indeed so.

Since the boy was sensible, he had been living a begging life in Salz with his mother and younger siblings. The long hours of begging made his mind much more mature than that of his peers, and the rich aristocracy gave him the impression of being stingy and vicious. Aaron's actions confirmed the impression of the little boy.

"Sorry, I didn't have a coin with me. Aaron scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's all right, sir. But I still want to thank you for helping me avoid that big man, goodbye!" the boy thanked him and crept into the hallway again, apparently to steal food for his family to eat.

Seeing the little boy's thin and thin back, Aaron didn't know why there was a faint pain in his heart, and he involuntarily blurted out: "Wait a minute!"

The boy stopped, and looked strangely at the well-dressed man behind him, but he was so slammed that he was reluctant to give even a copper plate.

"What did you just say I should do you a favor!"

Hearing Aaron say this, the little boy's eyes regained the brilliance of hope again, and he whispered, "Now that the kitchen is busy because of the banquet, I hope you can help me steal it from the kitchen...... No, it's some food. The boy soon remembered that these noble lords were very disdainful of theft. Although it is not denied that the nobles often robbed and stole property from the pockets of the poor, they just did not admit that they did this bad thing every day.

"Is that it?" Aaron asked with a smile.

"Hmm!" the boy nodded vigorously, and from experience, the guy in front of him had a good chance of agreeing to his request.

Aaron glanced back at Ivanova, who was surrounded by several old perverts on the dance floor, and then walked into the hallway. No one in the hall noticed that the owner of Kingston was walking in the direction of the kitchen with a low, filthy imp.

The kitchen in Anthony's house can be described in one big word, with fifty or sixty cooks, small workers, and slaves busy in the kitchen of more than 300 square meters. The sound of shouting and stir-frying, the thick smoke and the stuffy water vapor are completely in full swing.

In a corner filled with white smoke and stacked with hundreds of bundles of firewood, a figure was cautiously moving towards several rectangular wooden tables filled with steaming food, under the cover of firewood, smoke, and stoves.

"Luoli, quick, add a few more firewood, the fire is too small. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Gambler, I said we're going to have to have a good hand after tonight's party. ”

"No problem, hehe, you can prepare the money for me to appease Nixi's!"

"Bah, only you Beckhan like Nissi's kind of goods, and if Victoria knew that you hooked up with Nissina **, it would definitely ruin you. Hehe, if you don't have enough money to buy medicine, I'll be happy to lend it to you, Beckhan. ”

"Haha————"

In the kitchen, the chefs were busy deserting and talking about some light-hearted jokes.

Suddenly, the figure quickly swept towards the table while none of the people approaching the rectangular table were noticing, and then retreated back to the corner at an alarming speed. No one noticed that there were a few plates missing from the three tables with hundreds of plates of food.

The owner of the figure is none other than the orc L'Oreal, who was hunted down by the orcs. After falling into a waterfall that day and falling unconscious, L'Oréal was swept downstream by the rapids until it reached the tidal flats near Salz, where it ran aground and stopped. After waking up, L'Oréal enters Salz City due to hunger, and stumbles into the villa where Anthony is having a big party.