"Why hasn't the boss come back yet? It's almost business hours? There are so many customers queuing up, what should I do?" Yabei Mia stood at the door of the restaurant and looked out.
"Did Father say where he went?" Amy stood at the door holding the ugly duckling, looking a little worried.
"The boss only said he was going out this morning. He pushed his bicycle and went out. He didn't say where he was going." Phyllis shook her head. They didn't know where the boss went.
"Father, does he not want me anymore?" Amy pouted, feeling a little aggrieved. Her father had never gone out without telling her before.
"How could it be? The boss loves little Amy. How could he not want you? Something must have delayed him and he didn't have time to come back." Yabei Mia touched Amy's head and said with a smile.
"The business will start in five minutes, and one-third of the ingredients have not been prepared, and the food that needs to be prepared in advance has not been cooked. Even if the boss comes back now, it will be too late," Sherrill said.
"What should we do? There are so many customers waiting in line. If we tell them now that the boss is not here and please come back next time, they will probably destroy the store, right?" Mia said worriedly.
"Don't worry about smashing the store. As long as the two great magicians don't do anything, the rest can't beat us." Elizabeth said calmly as her eyes swept across the team.
"This should be fun." Barbara geared up, watching the guests in the team eager to try.
Sheryl looked at the long queue, shook her head slightly and said: "If there is no advance notice and no reason to close the business, it may have a big impact on the restaurant's reputation. We must find a way."
Everyone frowned when they heard this and thought about it seriously. After killing all the guests, giving each person a copper coin, hypnotizing them to make them think they were full... and a series of strange thoughts, Phyllis cautiously Said: "Maybe... you can let me make grilled beef kebabs."
Everyone looked at Felice, their eyes lit up.
"Yes, Felice's roast beef skewers are already as delicious as the boss's. How about we change the theme to roast beef skewers at noon today? This will at least give the customers in line something to eat." Yabeimi Ya said in surprise.
Yabei Mia's proposal was unanimously approved by everyone.
Soon, there was a new announcement at the door of the restaurant:
The boss is out and hasn’t returned yet, so there will be a special grilled beef skewers session at noon today. All customers are limited to purchasing two skewers per person!
As soon as the announcement came out, the guests in line were in an uproar.
"What's going on? Isn't the grilled beef kebab special a bit too much?"
"Grilled beef skewers are delicious, but if you can only eat two skewers per person, it's too much. How can you be full with just two skewers?"
"But if Boss Mai is not here, who will be grilling the roast beef skewers?"
…
Mag woke up to a rustling sound, opened his eyes in a daze, and happened to meet a pair of turbulent white and tender breasts, swaying up and down, left and right, in front of his eyes.
"The headlights of this car are so dazzling." Mag blinked and could see more clearly. There was a small black mole among the white skin, which added a bit of sex appeal.
Judging from the shaking of the headlights, E must have stopped running.
And it is absolutely natural, otherwise it would not swing so naturally.
Then the memories before coma rushed into Mag's mind crazily, the narrow alley, the sudden appearance of the big club at the corner, and that was the end of it.
"Holy shit! Have I been kidnapped?" Mag raised his eyebrows and looked up to the stage, landing on the charming and familiar face that was almost close to his.
"Huh?! Countess Bathory!"
Mag's expression was unexpected and somewhat expected. With such a broad mind, there were indeed few women he had seen since coming to this world, and this vampire countess was one of them.
Moreover, Mag knew her motive as soon as she thought about it, and it was probably related to Gloria's unexpected expression of her feelings to him this morning.
He had known from a long time ago that the countess was probably a lesbian.
After all, he had been warned twice by her real-name system before.
What he didn't expect was that he was knocked unconscious by her and dragged away.
If others knew that Alex, who had just made a splash on Dragon Island and rejected the position of Grand Marshal of the Los Empire, would be beaten up and dragged into a small dark room...
Mag moved his eyes away from the dangling breasts in front of him, and then noticed that he was now lying on a bench with his hands above his head.
The sexy and charming Countess was lying on him with her legs spread apart. The tight black skirt made her perky buttocks burst out with a wonderful arc. Her long white legs extended to the slit of the skirt. A touch of red was looming. .
Her face was flushed, her forehead was dripping with sweat, and her hazy and charming eyes were even more seductive.
But what is she doing?
Give benefits?
Or do you plan to use him to correct your sexual orientation?
Mag was a little confused.
Although he refused in his heart, his body honestly lay flat and he closed his eyes.
But Mag also felt a smooth rope sliding around on his hand at this time.
"Are you going to play with bondage? There are many tricks." Mag raised his eyebrows.
However, the rope was lifted from his hand several times, only to quickly fall down again, but failed to wrap around successfully. The movements were so clumsy that Magna felt the urge to help.
"Damn! Why is this high-grade soul-locking rope so difficult to tie! I couldn't tie it up for half an hour. I'm so angry!" Camilla's angry voice sounded from the side, not noticing that Mag had opened her eyes. Eyes passed.
An awkward scene was maintained in the small dark room. Mag was lying quietly on the wooden chair with his eyes closed. Camilla was lying on top of him, constantly trying to tie the rope to his hands.
Half an hour passed.
Mag couldn't help but opened his eyes, looked at Camilla and said, "Do you need my help?"
"Okay...ah!" Camilla looked down at Mag, who woke up at an unknown time, and was stunned for a moment. After a while, she said: "When did you wake up?!"
"I've been awake for a while." Mag said honestly. He squinted his eyes and noticed the whip and candle placed on the chair aside. This familiar configuration...
"Hmph, you dare to pretend to be dead in front of my wife. It seems that I need to knock you out again." A big black mallet appeared in Camilla's hand again, and she muttered to herself: "No, He must be made to realize that he is a douchebag!"
Mag did a quick calculation in his mind and found that Camilla's strength was level nine, and he was now at the peak of level seven, so he would definitely not be able to beat her.
But it was not an option to fall into an endless cycle of being knocked unconscious. I didn’t even know what time it was now.
So, he raised his hand, pointed at the loose thick red rope tied on his hand and smiled: "Countess, do you want to tie the rope? I am very good at this, I can teach you."
"You really know how to do it?" Camilla was a little dubious, but she had just failed to tie the rope for a long time, which made her collapse.
"Yes, this is actually very simple. I can demonstrate it to you." The corners of Mag's mouth raised slightly, and he stood up from the wooden bed, with the spiritual rope in his hand flying around Camilla's body.
Five minutes later, Mag looked at Camilla tied up with a red rope, nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Look, this is a perfect turtle shell."
