Recently, Mo Yan always felt that the words that came out of his mouth seemed to be true, and since he came here, lies seemed to have become commonplace. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I wasn't like that before. Mo Yan, who was walking in Shangcheng, smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

Coming out of the Mage Guild, the first step in the Carmos matter has been paved, so the next step is to build a good relationship. The old mage's offer to make himself an apprentice would be a good starting point, so that there would be a good excuse to get closer, and the relationship between the two sides would be brought closer in the future.

Of course, Mo Yan didn't want to be a mage apprentice. The relationship with the old mage has become a teacher-student, and it seems that the relationship between the two sides seems to be closer, but in fact, the status of the two sides is not equal. If something goes wrong in the future, this relationship will make Mo Yan very passive.

"Then we can only use the slogan of technical exchange. Mo Yan, who was walking on the street, looked for restaurants everywhere, and already had an idea in his heart, his identity as a person from the Far East could be a good cover for some knowledge. In this world that relies on magic, there should be some market for some scientific knowledge.

There are many high-end restaurants in Shangcheng, and although Mo Yan looks down on their chef's skills, he has to cook a lot of meals every day, which is actually a very troublesome thing. After more than a month of cooking life on the road, Mo Yan is now a little disgusted with the back kitchen. Nowadays, as long as the food is not too unpalatable, Mo Yan will deal with it to fill his stomach.

"Hey, come with us, aren't you hungry? In an alley on the side of the street, a few frivolously dressed rich children surrounded a plainly dressed silver-haired girl.

"It's a cliché. Glancing at the silver-haired girl who was being molested, Mo Yan sighed helplessly, turned around and walked into the alley, nodded on the shoulder of the young man who was concentrating on molesting the good family and said, "If you don't want to die, don't surround her, okay?"

"Huh, are you the onion?" The disturbed young man turned his head and looked up and down at the exotic man in front of him with a wicked face, the corners of his mouth were about to reach his ears, and he shouted like a hooligan: "I've never seen you nearby, where are you from?

"I don't care before I die. Mo Yan didn't bother to talk nonsense with these people, and muttered a sentence in his mouth, and his fist had already smashed into the young man's chest. The blow, which had already left seven points of strength, still made the young man fly upside down three meters, and he fell to the ground without even screaming, and fainted directly.

The other people, who looked like dogs' legs, hurriedly ran to the young man's side, helped him up, and quickly withdrew from the alley without saying a cruel word.

Those who can easily knock an adult three meters away, even if they go together, will not be an opponent, although these gentlemen act very bastards, but in fact, no one is stupid. After a few people left the alley, in addition to sending the fainted young man to the temple, two more people went to find the patrol.

It's just that when the two gentlemen came with their patrols, both the silver-haired girl and the black-haired dwarf who begged for a beating were nowhere to be seen in the alley.

"Why are you following me?" Looking at the girl who had walked a long way behind him, Mo Yan asked a little irritably: "Blame me for mixing your good deeds?" Although those guys look very good, but this is the upper city of Giza, do you know that if you kill them, they will get into trouble?"

That's right, Mo Yan's hero who saved the United States just now actually saved those few gentlemen. When Mo Yan saw the silver-haired girl's eyes, he knew that that kind of killing intent was not something ordinary people would have. That kind of strong threatening aura may not be noticed by ordinary people, but in Mo Yan's eyes, it is as dazzling as the sun.

"You drove away my lunch, of course I'm going to follow you. The girl's yellow eyes stared at Mo Yan, and she said with an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth: "What you said may have some truth, killing them will not be a small trouble." But if there were no bodies, who would have guessed that they had gone? If you dare to take my lunch, of course you will be responsible. ”

"Humanoid monsters infiltrating the city? Mo Yan looked at the girl who looked very good, and thought with a little annoyance.

Camos once said that there are many monsters that can disguise themselves in human form and sneak into the city to hunt secretly. The main opponents of each temple are these monsters that have infiltrated the city, and each temple has a set of methods to confirm whether there are hidden monsters in the city, and if they find it, they will send paladins to exterminate it.

Mo Yan was in a rare mood to take care of a nossy matter, but she was entangled in a bigger trouble, at first Mo Yan only felt that she had some strength, but she didn't guess that she was not a person at all.

"Phew, I'm just going to find something to eat, if it's not recommended to eat human food, you can come with me. ”

Mo Yan thought about it and still felt that it was better not to provoke her, although there were many patrol soldiers on the street, but what if it was a Madrid lord again?

With an annoying little tail behind him, Mo Yan was in no mood to pick and choose, so he casually found a store that looked good, and walked in with the silver-haired girl.

Mo Yan took out the money bag from his arms, and without looking at the name on the menu, he said to the waiter standing at the table: "The largest portion of beef in your store, first get me ten portions, thirty pieces of oat bread as the main dish, and vegetable soup...... Let's have a big bucket. What about you, eat whatever you want, I don't plan to take back this bag of money. ”

"Give me a cow, medium-rare. The silver-haired girl was not polite at all, and the food she ordered made the waiter, who was already so surprised that she couldn't speak, and her jaw fell directly to the ground. A waiter who has been in the industry for five years, and has seen such a wasteful guest in his life. A roasted whole cow, are you kidding me?

But the customer is God, especially in the aristocratic part of the Upper Town, where the slightest neglect can offend people. After looking up and down the clothes of the guests, the waiter reluctantly put away the surprise in his heart and went down to prepare, and the menu that reached the back kitchen naturally caused another exclamation.

Sometimes some people just like to make trouble, and the half-grown sons of those nobles, who have money and leisure time, always like to play some strange things, and occasionally torture people in this way, which doesn't seem to be a strange thing.

The dishes ordered by Mo Yan were all ready-made, and soon the table was not large. What should have been an elegant table for fine dining is now stacked with as much food as a delicatessen. It took considerable effort for the waiter to place the piles of food on a small table without losing their elegance and layering.

"There's no store that has ready-made whole cows, so I guess you'll have to wait a while. Elegantly tucked the dinner cloth into the neckline, Mo Yan learned the dining etiquette of Camos last night, and tried to act like a nobleman, otherwise...... I guess I'll be kicked out before I finish eating.

Sure enough, the full set of aristocratic etiquette relieved the waiters standing on the side. Just now, the owner of the store told him to carefully look at Mo Yan's dining etiquette, otherwise let the inferior people into the restaurant and order such a rude menu, and the nobles with status who spread the word would not come to the door again.

Although Mo Yan looked well-mannered, the speed in his hand was not slow at all, and he quickly cut the steak into small pieces, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it without even chewing much. Occasionally, the steak is sandwiched between sliced bread and drizzled with some salty vegetable broth, and you can enjoy it with your hands.

The silver-haired girl sitting opposite her swallowed her saliva as she watched Mo Yan's variety of ways to eat. No longer waiting for the roasted whole beef that will come when it will come, grabbed the steak and bread on the table, and made one for himself in the same way as Mo Yan, and it was much better to bite into it than to eat one alone.

"Wait a minute, your cow will come, and you will share some with me. "Looking at the girl who is not slower than herself, she can only have just the right amount, but now it is not enough for Mo Yan to eat.

The large pile of food piled on the table was swept away by the two of them in the waiter's glaring eyes. A large iron shelf was pushed up, and a calf was skewered on it, and some afterburners burned from the fruit trees below. Medium-rare makes the whole cow actually a little raw, and it is really difficult for the chefs to cook the whole cow evenly.

Having seen the big bellies of the two, five or six waiters took turns cutting the meat with knives and forks, and brought the processed veal to the two of them. Seeing that the calf had just not grown, the silver-haired girl was obviously a little disappointed, but there was no better choice, she didn't want to wait longer.

"I'm full. Mo Yan, who ate another beef leg, wiped the greasy on his mouth, and touched his already full stomach. But the silver-haired girl was still eating, sending beef to her mouth without slowness, and the speed of directly using her hands was much faster than Mo Yan. Speaking of such a rude meal, if it weren't for Mo Yan's face, it is estimated that she would have been thrown out a long time ago.

When a calf was finally reduced to a skeleton by the waiters, a group of soldiers broke into the dining room. Wake up the diners who had been watching the two of them eat.

"Hehe, you're still in the mood to eat here!" The young man who was knocked out by Mo Yan came out from behind the soldiers, and saw the conspicuous two people in the dining room, and said with a gritted sneer: "Knocked me out, but pretended to be like nothing happened!

"Oh, it turned out to be the Sisar family. Mo Yan stood up calmly, walked to the gentleman who was blocking the door, beckoned to the silver-haired girl, asked her to stand beside him and said, "Then do you know who I am?"

"I don't care which onion you are!, but you're a foreigner!" roared the young man with a rage of rage in his chest, "I'll let you know today what happened to you who offended me!"

"You don't know me. Mo Yan nodded, then grabbed the silver-haired girl's hand and slammed forward. For a while, the soldiers blocking the door of the restaurant were in a mess on their backs, and when they stood up again after they had been knocked to the ground, there was no trace of the two men in sight.

"Did they pay for the meal?" the restaurateur asked the waiter next to him, dumbfounded.

"It doesn't seem like there's ......," the waiter, who was also stunned, replied dumbly.