The innkeeper cursed frantically behind the counter: "Genos!!Damn, how many times have I told you, you have to wait until the evening to iron your clothes!

"Boss, it's not me. Recently, our business here has been sluggish at all, how can any customers hand over their clothes to the store for cleaning..."The half-sheep waitress named Genos retorted innocently: "And don't push everything on me, you have to deduct half of your salary every month, I'm very troubled." ”

"What's the matter, it's not fun to deduct your money?" The innkeeper slapped the table and roared excitedly: "If it weren't for Lao Tzu's kindness to pick you up more than ten years ago, and feed you with a handful of and urine, you think you can still live to this day!?"

"Hey, you stingy old thing! If it weren't for the fact that you are alone, I would have jumped to your other home!" The waiter's temper and his boss are the same way at all, and he will blow up when he touches it, and he immediately pushed back with a louder voice: "At that time, you just thought I was a cheap laborer, and I could help you work for free, otherwise your mercenary nature would have dragged me into this den of thieves!?"

The sheep (innkeeper) and the half-sheep man, who have a complicated relationship, attack each other as they rummage through the old stories of various old sesame seeds and rotten grains in the hall, and Roger can't help but dig his nose with his fingers.

"The state cadres on your side cover up the news a bit strictly, to this extent, the people who eat melons don't know anything?" the boy teased quietly.

"After all, the king of each country has his own considerations and plans, and I can't always rush into sabotage...... "Santa Claus said a little angrily.

"What's the use of that?" Roger couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I originally thought you were at least a good person in the usual sense, but now I look at it like you're just a mascot with an alarm system... It's a shame to have been nervous for so long..."

Before the words fell, a long, shrill sound similar to an air raid siren suddenly sounded in the city, and the shouting and scolding of the two sheep (?) who were groping for each other to get close to each other in the hotel came to an abrupt end, as if they understood the meaning of this sound.

"What's wrong! The city actually remembered the three-level alarm!!" The innkeeper shouted out in a gaffe: "The last time I heard my grandfather brag when I was a child that hundreds of years ago, the undersea country attacked in full force, and it didn't sound until it reached the interior... Could it be that the group of lobsters has hit the city again!?"

After a pause of two seconds, the innkeeper's voice sounded again: "Stinky boy, why don't you hurry into the house and take out Lao Tzu's knife, I'll open your eyes today......"

"Who cares about you, go in and get it yourself!, sir, I still have to go back to the room to put on my armor, I don't have time to take care of you!" the waitress replied to his boss frantically, and then the sound of slow footsteps sounded in the hotel shrouded in fog.

These few sentences of dialogue made Roger, who lived here for a few days, quite surprised, although the relationship between the sheep and the half-sheep people who were obviously extremely complicated was not choked a few words, but this kind of posture of immediately copying the guy at the first time when he gave an order, he couldn't help but smack his tongue and sighed: "Huh~ Okay, whistle and carry a knife, the people are fierce~ And the obedient voice seems to be traditional?"

As soon as the otherworldly version of the 'air raid siren' stopped, the streets that had been peaceful in the early morning had become chaotic and noisy, and the clanging of various metals after the collision was mixed with the roar of anger, and this situation blocked by the dense fog could not help but evoke the excitement of a group of bandits drawing their knives before going to 'do business'.

"Most of Achinland's land is in the southern desert, and the area of suitable land for habitation is not vast," Santa Claus explained, "not only food, but also water in the dry season before the signing of a peace treaty, relying on the kingdoms of Narnia and Calmen..."

"See, the whole country is made of sand bandits, right? No wonder. Roger nodded knowingly, then pursed his lips and muttered, "It's a pity, no matter how much you resist now, you can't afford the last full meal......

"What did you say?" Santa Claus couldn't hear Roger's whispered self-talk due to the fog's impediment.

"Ahh Nothing," the boy waved his hand, stood up and stretched, and changed the subject, "Now that the fusion has begun, what are you going to do?"

"Let's follow you for the time being, my strength alone is too small for the entire continent. And what should I do in this case, the kings and even the administrators of this small city are much more familiar than I am, and what I do may disrupt their deployment, and the consequences may be even worse..."Santa Claus replied without pause, apparently having already considered the question: "It's you, I always feel as if you are holding back something bad and haven't done it yet. ”

"Professional things should be left to professional people to do, it is wise. Roger ignored the old man's words and reached out in agreement, pulling in the direction of Santa Claus.

"What are you doing?" asked Santa Claus, who was being grabbed by the boy at the hem of his clothes, feeling the tugging sensation.

"Aren't you going to follow me? Roger said lightly, and then cast a phantom shift, leaving a complete large intestine on his seat, and disappeared into the small hotel.

After a feeling of squeezing that made people want to vomit, an old man and a young man reappeared and had reached an unknown location. After all, the entire continent was already shrouded in a thick fog, and if it weren't for the touch of the dead leaves under their feet telling them that this was no longer the ground of the hotel, the thick white scene in front of them would easily make people wonder if they were standing still.

"Just... That's a disfigurement," Santa Claus said uncomfortably.

"Yes, it's a little flawed, but it's a success overall," Roger touched a large piece of his shriveled lower abdomen, "I was wondering if I would cut any parts out of you before I brought you here." ”

"Parts..."Santa Claus sansibly did not dwell on this point, stood in place and regained his nerves, and then stepped on the dead branches and leaves on the ground with his feet: "Where did you take me?"

"Lamppost Forest, if nothing else. As he spoke, Roger took out his compass and held it up in front of his eyes, carefully determining the direction: "It seems that nothing has gone wrong... Now just wait for the bastards in Azeroth to come, or for us to pass. ”