CHAPTER XXXVI

Early in the morning, at half past five, the city was sleepy-eyed.

The coffee shop on the corner had just opened, and a man put away his umbrella in front of the store, as punctual as every day. He looked to be about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, a little too old compared to the little girls in the store. However, he is still very attractive, his hair is always slightly messy, and he has a pair of deep and gentle eyes, and when he laughs, there are fine lines around the eyes, but that only emphasizes his uncle's charm. As soon as he walked into the coffee shop, there would always be two girls giggling for him.

Today he was dressed in a casual suit with a shirt of fine quality, carrying a black briefcase in one hand and a long-handled umbrella in the other. He came from a rainy and snowy road, but his shoes were not stained with mud and water. A girl from a coffee shop ran over to take his umbrella and helped him place it on the umbrella stand in front of the store.

He thanked him again and again, and walked to the cashier, where the girl behind laughed wistfully and was excited that she could remember what he ate every morning, so that she could say the one that seemed to be very close. "Latte, scrambled eggs, biscottas, or the same as before?"

He smiled gently, and there was a hint of flattery in his eyes that belonged to a boy, but the scale was very good. The girls were happy enough to be able to take care of him for a little bit, and they were happy for two hours, until the end of the first shift.

The man habitually sat down on the train seat near the floor-to-ceiling window, and the food was soon brought by the coffee shop girl herself, who took out a book he had recently read and placed it on the table. This is a best-selling book written by an Israeli historian with a great sense of humor, who picks up his coffee and unconsciously strokes his finger once on the line on the cover, A Brief History of Mankind from Animals to God.

He tapped his finger lightly on that line, what would he say if the boy who recommended him the book was still here? He turned the pages of the book and slowly sipped his coffee, observing the café in the aroma of coffee. Normally at half-past five, he was usually the first guest here, and by the time he finished eating, there would only be two or three guests at most, and they were all humans.

But today, on the opposite side of the counter, there was already a mage sitting at the small table. It was a young man, expressionless and gloomy in his eyes. His body has a different posture, and he is careful when he picks up the mug, which is a characteristic of using enhanced magic. For a moment he couldn't grasp how strong he was now, and he would be extra careful when he touched fragile things.

He could be a registered execution mage, or even a battle mage.

At the other end of the café, with the counter as the dividing line, there is a small table area, and there are three people sitting there, all of them human. A man on a business trip, with a notebook open, is empty, I don't know what kind of blow he encountered. There were two walking aunts sitting at the small table by the window, who had found the wrong place to rest, and they ordered two cups of coffee that they couldn't drink by mistake and began to compare their promising sons, getting more and more into the play, and their voices became louder and louder.

The man withdrew his gaze and returned his attention to the book. He knew that he had been being followed by someone for the past few days, and some people might think that he would also be attacked, or some might think that he was the criminal. He drank half a cup of coffee, but didn't touch the food.

At this moment, the door of the coffee shop was pulled open again, and the icy rain was swept in by the strong wind, wetting the ground from the door to the counter. Someone coming to the coffee shop so early? The man looked up unconsciously, today seemed to be destined for something, everything was abnormal.

In came a very thin girl, tugging at the door with both hands against the wind and rain, shutting the door with all her strength and turning her head. The man saw her pale complexion, her whole being as gloomy as the weather outside, and the negative charge crackled around her.

Her gaze swept over the man's face, and she didn't notice what the man looked like, whether he was attractive or not. Those things had nothing to do with her, and her mind was occupied by anxiety and worry. What happened to Roach? She sneered at him that he must be dead, so the two hundred and five refused to tell her anything. It's all because she's not a mage, and if she wasn't born a human but a mage, she'd beat those two hundred and five out of the, including Roach!

She didn't see a man's coffee cup being knocked over on the table in the train seat of the window, and the coffee was dripping down the wooden table top and dripping onto the leather seat opposite.

She was full of anger, melancholy, and anxiety, and she looked at the counter for a while without any appetite. Still, she bought a bear's paw bread and a vanilla latte, and now she's in a low mood and has 250 percent reason to need sugar.

She wrapped the bear's claw noodles in a thick paper bag and sealed them, held the coffee paper cup in her hand, walked to the door, angrily opened the door of the coffee shop, pulled the hat on her coat, and plunged headlong into the wind and rain outside.

The man by the window stood up suddenly, and the mage, who was sitting in the center of the coffee shop, suddenly woke up and turned his head to look at him. The man hesitated for only a moment, then made up his mind, he rushed out of his seat, opened the door and chased into the wind and rain, without even taking an umbrella.

The girl in the store chased out and shouted a few times, "Mr. Luo, your umbrella!" He couldn't stop him, and turned back in a daze, but unexpectedly collided with another man running out of the store.

The girl was knocked to the ground and screamed. The man couldn't help but glance back at her and scribbled her, "Are you alright?" "I'm leaving.

The girl screamed and grabbed his pants, "I can't move my legs, don't go!" ”

The business man who was in a daze on the side came back to his senses, and rushed over to help the girl stop the man who hit the person. The two chatting grandmothers were startled and stood up, one of them had to ignore people on weekdays, so he shouted to call the police after a glance, and muttered, "I don't even know I'm sorry when I hit someone, what's wrong with young people now?" ”

The mage was anxious to go out, but he didn't know what was going on, as if all the people in the coffee shop had rushed out in an instant, and all the customers and all the clerks surrounded him, and it was impossible for him to break free in broad daylight.

On the street outside the coffee shop, Rorian strode through the freezing rain, the girl with the bear's claw bread and coffee in front of her. He concentrated all his attention, the girl was still a real human being, and her surface consciousness was full of Roach, and there was no misunderstanding of Roach, and his own son's face appeared many times in the girl's consciousness.

He quickened his pace, the mages who were following him would always find a way to keep up, and that small obstacle wouldn't hold him back long. He wanted to catch the girl as quickly as possible, but just as he was two paces behind her, the girl suddenly stopped.

He subconsciously stopped, and the girl just looked left and right, and then turned into a shop on the side of the road.

He looked up, and it was a twenty-four-hour bookstore. This opportunity is much better than meeting her on the road, and perhaps the mage who followed him is about to arrive.

He dodged into the bookstore.