Under the attention of all the guests, Dracula stopped abruptly in mid-air. Looking at Julian and Crassus who were walking towards the restaurant, his expression changed slightly, and he jumped back lightly and landed on the ground. He forced a smile and said: "How could it be possible? As a noble vampire, I, Dracula, would never do such a thing as jumping in line. Julian, Master Crassus, you are free to do as you like. I will queue up at the back first."
As soon as Dracula turned around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and a few drops of cold sweat slowly flowed down his cheeks. Although giving in was a somewhat shameful thing for a ninth-level vampire ancestor, but between the two A tenth-level great magician, and one who gave in before the God of Fire and the Lord of Frost, it was obviously a very wise choice.
"What's wrong with this world? I almost got into trouble by jumping in. Fortunately, I stopped in time, otherwise I would have been hung up and beaten. These two are the fierce ones who have completely wiped out the cannibal demon clan. People." Dracula sighed secretly in his heart and quickened his pace a little, for fear that Julian and Crassus would stop him.
"Today, little Amy defeated a fourth-level magician in the challenge with the Mage Tower using melee magic. It turns out that melee magic is still far stronger than long-range magic." Crassus looked at Julian and said with some pride, Don't even bother paying attention to Dracula.
"Level 4 magician!"
"Is the little boss's strength already so terrifying?"
"A four-year-old fourth-level magician! Such a talent is simply a peerless genius. Even Princess Irina couldn't become a fourth-level magician at the age of four, right?"
The guests at the door of the restaurant were in an uproar when they heard Crassus's words. They had watched Amy act cute every day, and everyone subconsciously regarded her as a harmless little guy. But now they suddenly heard that she had defeated a fourth-level magician, and they felt in their hearts. I don't know how to describe my surprise.
Level 4 is an intermediate magician, who can hold the position of squad leader in the City Lord's Mansion and the Gray Temple. He is a master who is enough to awe most people.
"It seems that little Amy is the hidden master of Mamie's Restaurant. That super fierce phrase is not just cute, it's really super fierce!" Harrison sighed. It seems that little Amy can't be underestimated in the future.
"Yes, Palmer came home today and said that the little boss became the little hero of Chaos Academy today. He defeated two powerful magicians in the Mage Tower by himself, making the Mage Tower admit defeat." Geergi smiled. He nodded.
"A four-year-old fourth-level magician? It seems that the little girl is indeed a super genius. It is necessary to let the clan know about this matter. Those juniors must not provoke this little guy with two terrifying masters. " Dracula heard the conversation and was reminded, thinking to himself.
"It's just a fourth-level magician. In a few days, even a fifth-level magician will only need one move to deal with Amy's ice magic." Julian curled his lips and said, not at all because of Crassus' words. Being angry makes you look confident.
These words caused quite a stir among the guests. How much time had passed since Julian and Crassus accepted disciples? Amy's strength has improved so rapidly, and I am afraid that she will break the records in the magician world next. As expected, the Lord of Frost and the God of Fire are competing to recruit disciples, and they even put aside centuries of grudges to accept them together. The apprentice's girl.
"At that time, the sixth-level magician was already trembling under Little Amy's magic staff." Crassus also said, not to be outdone, and walked to the front of the sweet party's team to stand.
"That's not certain." Julian smiled coldly and stood in line with the salty party. The cold aura and the fiery aura were competing against each other, making the atmosphere between the sweet and salty parties suddenly tense again.
"A little guy from the elves?" Dracula couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed when he saw that Crassus and Julian were not staring at him. When he passed by Bloor, he glanced at him and muttered a little surprised.
"It's really rare for a devil to claim to be noble." Bloor looked at Dracula and said with a hint of ridicule.
"Little guy, are you talking about me?" Dracula stopped, watched Bloor raise his chin, looked at him with some disdain, and said: "With the noble blood of a vampire, does it still need to be self-defeating?" Are you saying that? Among demons, we only drink blood, behave noble and elegant, and abide by the character of a gentleman."
"Really? I heard that there was a vampire who was forced to eat grass for several days by the elf princess on Alcatraz Island. That must be a gentleman vampire from your elves who only drinks blood, right?" Bloor looked at it curiously. asked Dracula.
The guests next to them all had suppressed smiles on their faces. Although they didn't know whether what Bloor said was true or not, the thought of a vampire being forced to eat grass was really hilarious.
"This little guy even knows such a thing!" Dracula raised his eyebrows and glared. However, if he jumped out and admitted it at this time, he would not be able to come to the restaurant to eat in the future, so his expression quickly returned to calm. , coughed dryly and said seriously: "How could such a thing happen? Even if it did happen, it would definitely not be from our vampire family, let alone me."
"Really?" Bloor looked at Dracula with some suspicion. Why was this guy so eager to draw a line between himself and this matter?
"Of course it's true! We vampires have extremely strong self-esteem and personality. It's absolutely impossible for us to eat things like grass." Dracula said flatly.
"What flavor do you like the tofu puffs?" Constantine asked suddenly.
"Nonsense, of course it's salty..." Dracula looked at the smiles on everyone's faces, and suddenly felt that his old face had been completely lost. He glared at Constantine, "You are the only one who talks a lot, so directly Turn around and walk towards the end of the line.
"That's a good question." Bloor glanced at Constantine with some appreciation, but he didn't expect that he could ask such a profound question. Being able to see a demon in trouble still made him feel good. happy.
"Excuse me, I don't know how to call you brother?" Constantine looked at Bloor and smiled. He was a little flustered when Dracula glared at him, but when he heard Bloor's compliment, he felt filled with joy. gained strength.
"Bluer." Bloor said calmly, turning his eyes elsewhere and no longer paying attention to Constantine.
"Bluer... knowing the name is at least an improvement. It is difficult to make progress with Miss Sherrill. Maybe we can find a breakthrough from her brother." Constantine's eyes lit up and he thought to himself happily.
"Why don't you quarrel today?"
At this moment, the restaurant door creaked open a crack, and a little guy came out carrying a cat in one hand and a small stool in the other. He looked at everyone strangely and asked.
