The black ribbon was already hanging in the treetops.

When he received the notification from the Temple of Silver and Tin, Dimmit was thrilled.

His fingers couldn't help but tremble, and he squirmed his precious camera repeatedly on the carriage, like a thorn under his ass.

He is a journalist from the newspaper Glass Steps.

Two months ago, Ivus was there when he bravely fought the murderous Deformity at the Order of the Holy Sword.

To be more precise.

He was the reporter who was obsessed with the demon because of the intense fear of the demon's appearance. It was also the one who finally took pictures of Ivas and Gordon after they defeated the demons.

Gordon's armor was torn and tattered, and his helmet fell off, revealing a resolute face covered in sweat and stains; Sitting in a slightly deformed wheelchair, Ivus's chest was dripping with blood, and the Order of the Holy Sword pinned to his chest was red with his own blood, shining like a ruby in the sunset—

It became one of the best photographs of his life.

Since then, he has been a special reporter for the newspaper Glass Steps, no longer just as a photographer.

It can be said that it was that photo that changed his fate.

And to go a little deeper, it is because of Ivas that he is today.

A benefactor who saved his life and took his life and career to the next level.

Unlike those who only knew Ivas in the newspapers and therefore liked to point fingers at the too-young "Minister Moriarty", the journalist Dimmit admired Ivas very much.

Because he was really there the whole time.

The demon had emerged from the man's body in the presence of Dimmit—he knew how terrible the twisted and ferocious demon was, and how terrifying the fear that paralyzed the brain.

That's not the horror that a static photograph can encapsulate. Not to mention, the horrific photo he took of "the demon tearing through the human body and crawling out" did not pass the editor-in-chief's review at all and was put in the newspaper.

And in the face of that kind of demon, as a disabled person with limited mobility, he can summon up the courage to fight for others when he can be escorted and evacuated safely - this kind of brave and resolute bearing is much stronger than those knights!

If he is not a knight, who will?

Because of this, every time he talks to his colleagues in the newspaper office or hears someone comment on Ivas when he goes out for an interview, Dimmitt can't help but go over and say a few words for Ivus.

There is no doubt that journalist Dimmit is the number one fan of Ivas Moriarty!

Perhaps such a name reached the ears of Eivas himself......

Today, when reporter Dimmit was about to get off work, he suddenly received a notice from the editor-in-chief.

Said to be the new Minister of Carelessness and a close confidant of Queen Isabel, Ivas Moriarty intends to be interviewed. And asked him by name - the reporter who took a picture of himself at the award ceremony.

The newspaper did not dare to slack off, and immediately sent Dimiit out. But in fact, even if the editor-in-chief didn't ask him strongly, and Ivas didn't ask him to come by name, Dimmit himself would ask the editor-in-chief to give him this opportunity.

The agreed interview location is not too far from the newspaper office, in the White Queen district. But they still took the carriage - it was still too lazy to walk on their feet, and it was rude to sweat too.

Dressed in his best clothes, with a notebook and a pen, Dimmit cautiously walked into the agreed restaurant.

This is a restaurant owned by the owner of Iris. Very high rating and exceptionally high price.

Not far from the next door is the villa area where the knights and lords of the round table hall live. Several ministers lived within five hundred meters of the vicinity, where white-feathered griffons and the arbitrators of the Arbitration Hall patrolled day and night.

As an interview, it's a good idea to ask for a photo.

But Dimmit did not dare to meet Minister Moriarty directly with the spotlight, because that might disturb Ivas and make him unhappy. So he simply put the camera, camera mount and magnesium lamp, along with his tall and clumsy camera assistant, outside the hotel.

If you have a good chat, you might be able to take a picture when they leave.

Dimmit didn't know the name of the restaurant — its name was in the language of iris with a flower body, and there was no translation written below. Dimmit, on the other hand, only went to elementary school, and then came to work on Glass Island.

And this time it was Ivus who invited him to dinner. He feared that his disgrace would affect Ivus.

He had already made up his mind that he only needed the cheapest dish. There is also no need to drink alcohol. If you drink too much, you may lose yourself and stain Evas's clothes or carpet.

However, he still felt uneasy when he saw the interior.

The diminutive, beret young man stood at the door of the dining room, looking embarrassed at the soft wool carpet in the room.

He stood in the doorway, repeatedly wiping his shoes on the mat before daring to enter. The waiter at the door didn't care about his clothes and behavior, obviously Ivas had already explained.

The waiters treated him respectfully and politely, and led the young reporter into a private room on the second floor.

As soon as he entered, Dimiit smelled the rich and fragrant aroma of food in the house.

He subconsciously sniffed his nose, moved his Adam's apple up and down, and swallowed silently.

He recognized Eivas at a glance.

Evas was sitting at the table, facing him.

There was only one person in the room, but the table was full of dishes. There were no attendants, and no servants.

This is clearly unconscionable.

Generally speaking, a distinguished guest like Minister Moriarty must bring an entourage with him when he goes out. Even if his elven butler is not on the glass island for the time being, he should bring his personal maid with him. And there should always be some waiters in the house......

A cool breeze blew in as the door opened, and Ivas looked up just in time to see Dimmit, who was standing in the doorway and was afraid to enter.

The smile on Ivus's face was particularly relatable. He stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him, "Please be seated, Mr. Dimmit." ”

“…… Yes, Minister Moriarty. ”

Dimmit cautiously walked through the door and sat down hesitantly.

Without waiting for him to ask, Ivus smiled and said, "I think you might be nervous, so I'll tell them not to stay here."

"The dishes are all ready, sorry I didn't ask what you want to eat. But I think I ordered quite a lot of food. If you don't eat it, it may get cold, so eat it quickly. ”

It's all on?

Dimmit picked up the knife and fork and asked in a low voice: "I heard that when ministers eat, they always like to serve one ...... at a time."

"That's right."

Ivas nodded: "The dishes in the Palace of Silver and Tin will not be served too much at one time, they are not enough to eat or if they are cold, they will be removed and replaced with another table." And this custom comes from irises. According to the rules of this kind of restaurant, in order to maintain the flavor of the food, it is usually served one by one. ”

The reporter was a little curious: "Then this is ......"

"It's simple."

Ivus's eyes were deep: "Because I am the rule." ”

The young reporter was silenced by those words.

Seeing him look startled, Ivas laughed, "Just kidding." Actually, I guessed the time when you came, so I asked the waiter to deliver all the dishes at the appointed time - look, it's still warm.

"That way you can sit down and eat without being too nervous. I don't know how to start a conversation, I don't have to look at me and can't say a word. Wouldn't it be as painful as if we were sitting face to face in this way?

"Eat quickly. Otherwise, it will be a waste of food if it is cold. ”

Ivus urged.

Seeing that Dimmit looked at a table full of dishes and didn't know where to start, he introduced him and said, "I recommend this." Grilled crab with crab mousse with caviar and sweet corn. When the crab meat is cold, it won't taste good. ”

“…… Oh good! ”

Dimmit subconsciously obeyed Eivas's advice.

And the delicious crab mousse captured his heart in an instant. He wanted to swallow heavily, but feared that he would be too rude in front of Ehuas.

"Taste this afterwards, roast pigeon. And this one, smoked beef tenderloin, beef heart with mushroom sauce. ”

While Dimmit was still reserved, Ivas only continued to enthusiastically recommend food to him. It's even so much that you can't eat it quickly. Dimmit, on the other hand, had no time to care, even forgetting that he was here for an interview, and could only concentrate on eating the food that had become lukewarm, hoping to eat them before they got cold - at least not to waste food.

And watching the young man fall into the agony of happiness, Evas, who was actually seven or eight years younger than Dimmit, just smiled and swallowed the food in the same hearty gulp.

(End of chapter)