"Lingzi...are you full?" Although Plissen had expected it, he still looked at Nuo Ling who was feasting at the table with some surprise. Based on a rough estimate, he felt that the other person's appetite was more Bigger than an ancient dragon.
"Let me calculate, I'm probably three-thirds full." Nuo Ling took a bite of the lamb leg in his hand, and then said slowly.
Plisson glanced awkwardly at the Ghost City guard sitting next to him, then secretly turned to the other person's ear and said: "General, please tell the shopkeeper here to prepare two more dishes of the dish just served. I'll settle the bill together."
"No problem, City Lord, but I do have a question."
"what is the problem?"
"This lady...Miss, where did you find the city lord?"
"Um... I can't say this. I should probably pick it up." Plissen glanced at Nuo Ling next to him, thought for a moment and then whispered.
"Is that so? Well, I will go downstairs and tell the store first."
"Go quickly, there are not many things left on the table." The guard of Ghost City nodded, then left his seat and went downstairs.
Plisson, who stayed in his seat, glanced at the street outside along the window. He really didn't expect that a prosperous harbor city could actually be formed by the ancient sunken ships pulled up by magic chains.
I thought Shipwreck Bay was just a gathering place for pirates, but I didn’t expect it to be more like a city similar to a ghost city. It is not only the base camp of the pirate guild, but also a gathering place for the people, with bustling commercial streets and well-organized order.
Maybe it's because Shipwreck Bay has a large number of East China Sea pirates from the Dragon Dynasty. The clothes of the people here, as well as the architecture and decoration style, all have a strong flavor of ancient China.
Even looking out from Plisson's perspective at this time, there were actually people setting up a stage to sing in the bustling central street, which attracted many people to watch and applaud.
Although Pleasant could not quite understand what was being sung on the stage from such a distance, he could still feel the strong atmosphere of traditional culture.
"In the future, I will have a chance to go to the Eastern Continent, take a walk around the land of the Dragon Dynasty Empire, and see the scenery there." Plisson said with emotion as he looked at the street scene by the window.
"...I advise you not to go." Nuo Ling said quietly, biting the leg of lamb.
"You can get in on whatever I say. Do you have any issues with the Dragon Dynasty Empire on the Eastern Continent?"
"Is this...I can't say, but let me remind you, for you and me, the threats and unknowns in the Eastern Continent may be the most in the world." Nuo Ling looked around at the other things on the table. Looking at the person, his scarlet eyes flashed with a little vigilance.
"Hey, don't say any more, go and eat your leg of lamb." Plisson placed another leg of lamb in front of Nuo Ling,
"There should be two more tables like this in the future. I hope you can eat enough."
"Morizi, your arrangements are in place. If that flirtatious female vampire dares to cause trouble for you again, I promise to help you beat her up." Nuo Ling suddenly became happy when he heard that there were still two tables of food left.
"Female vampire? Oh, that's right. Vivian is Joseph's sister. You should also belong to the vampire clan. The relative that Joseph mentioned before...may be referring to her." Leeson recalled Joseph's terrifying appearance after tearing the leather holster, and he couldn't help but think of Vivian's appearance after tearing off the skin.
Could it be that the vampires are all leather-covered people? In my impression of the fantasy works, the Vampires seem to be quite elegant and beautiful, but the way Joseph looked after breaking the leather cover... I can only say that it was uglier than after I inspired the blood of Mammon. Miyazaki Hidetaka shook his head when he saw it.
"Blood descendants belong to a branch of alien species. From a certain perspective, they can also be regarded as the descendants of Crying Chirp. Hey, I really want to know how this bastard Crying Chirp is doing now." Nuo Lingshen quickly finished eating a leg of lamb. He slouched, and then naturally placed his lowered hand on the other leg of lamb.
"You'd better stop thinking about it and eat more food." Plissen didn't want to see these guys that Nuo Ling often mentioned, with him.
One of the original four pillars with the same name as "Smile", as the culprit of the great disaster, it is estimated that he is probably one of the evil gods in the world, and considering his relationship with the vampires, maybe he is the one enshrined by the Scarlet Hermitage.
"Blood God". With such a terrifying existence, Pleasant naturally did not want to have anything to do with it. After a while, the guard of Ghost City went upstairs with a table of delicacies behind him. As the waiter brought new dishes, the happy Nuo Ling started a new round of eating.
Pleasant glanced at the dinner plate in front of him. There were both knives, forks and chopsticks on it. To be honest, he hadn't seen chopsticks in a long time.
Pleasant picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and brought it to his mouth. Although his body had never touched chopsticks, he was extremely familiar and comfortable with it.
Pleasant sat on the chair and looked out the window naturally, but this time, he saw a different scene.
"...Who is that?" Through the Eye of Origin, Pleasant saw clearly that there was a strange man wearing a dark blue robe and a golden mask on his face at the edge of the stage in the distance.
He quietly enjoyed the opera on the stage. Other spectators and onlookers respected him very much, and the crowded crowd automatically made way for him.
"That's Mr. Qinglong. He has always loved listening to plays." Hecate on the side looked out the window following the sound, and her eyes also fell on the masked man.
I am super, dragon. Pleasant was surprised when he heard this answer. He thought he might not be able to see the true face of the founder of the Pirate Guild until tomorrow's formal Four Seas Council, but he didn't expect to see him on the street in advance.
"Shall we go down and say hello to his old man?" Plisson asked Hecate.
"That's not necessary. It would be better to meet formally tomorrow. There is no need for us to go down and disturb others' enjoyment now." Hecate replied.
"Okay, let's continue eating." Plisson turned his head and glanced at Mr. Qinglong wearing a gold mask on the street, and then focused his attention on the dining table in front of him.
For some reason, Plissen always felt that Mr. Qinglong in the distance had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere.
The golden mask engraved with dragon patterns seemed to overlap with something in his own impression. On the streets of Shipwreck Bay, Mr. Qinglong, who was wearing a mask, looked at the windows of the high-rise tavern in the distance as if he was sensing something. The dark green eyes under the holes in his mask were slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.
