Noah almost jumped up and hit a mighty dragon!
Oh no, it’s turtle shell binding!
But looking at the little half-elf girl who stuck out her head and half of her body, the tortoise shell that had been raised in her hand suddenly stopped.
The little guy is so young, he looks like he is only three or four years old, and he is so cute!
Her silver and silky hair is just hanging loose, her delicate and cute face is slightly baby fat, her blue eyes are as bright as sapphires, and she has a pair of translucent pointed ears, just like a little angel, with her head tilted and a face He looked at them both doubtfully.
"Excuse me, is something wrong?" the little girl said, her voice soft and waxy.
"Look... look at the turtle?" Noah responded accordingly, put down the turtle shell he raised above his head, and forced a smile.
"But yours is a turtle shell." Amy revealed it at a glance.
"Although it is just a turtle shell now, it was once a high-spirited turtle. At that time, it was young and did not know how to cherish it. It fell in love with a fish and risked everything for her. It was not until it lost its body that it regretted it and left only To have such a turtle shell..." Noah raised his chin slightly and said affectionately.
"So, do all those turtle shells on your floor have stories?" Amy took out a small bench from somewhere and sat down at the door. She held her chin in her hands and looked at Noah with interest.
Behind her, two more little heads popped out, looking at Noah curiously.
"I'm a turtle..." Noah looked at the three little guys with expectant faces and felt a little relieved.
It would not be difficult for him to make up a story at random, but there are thirty-six turtle shells on the ground. If he makes up a story for each one, is this what humans do?
"Grandpa, I don't think these three little girls have anything to do with that thing. Did you miscalculate?" Noah wanted to run away, so he turned his head and asked in a low voice.
"Hey, kid, go call your master out." Merant said to the pillar on the side.
"Hey, blind grandpa, I'm over here." Amy said, looking at Merant: "Do you have anything to do with my father? He just finished his work and needs to rest now. If you have anything, just talk to me. Tell me."
Anne stood sideways in front of Jessica and looked at Merante with some vigilance.
"Huh?" Merante's completely white eyes suddenly turned to Anne, showing a bit of surprise, and the tortoise shell stone suspended in front of him suddenly started to spin crazily.
"Are there any guests?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from the restaurant. Mag walked out, just in front of Anne, and looked at the two people outside the door.
The old man and the young man are all a little strange in their dress and appearance.
The old man looks like his beard and hair are all white. He is wearing a hundred-year-old robe. His face is blue and his complexion is not very good. His eyes are blue-white, with only the whites of the eyes. There is a thin bamboo pole standing in front of him. On top of the thin bamboo pole, there are more It is a tortoise shell stone with a spinning shape.
The young man next to him is dressed a little more normally, wearing a green short coat and cotton trousers, carrying a large package behind him, but his fluffy red hair style is too eye-catching, and people will focus on him first. His hair actually had a head start effect.
But under such a cool hairstyle, there is a rather young and well-behaved face. He looks like he is in his early twenties. He has fair skin, clear facial features, and a pair of clear brown eyes. If his hair is trimmed, At a glance, she should have a look that is very attractive to young girls and rich aunties.
"The restaurant's business hours at noon have ended. If you want to have a meal, please come back in the evening." Mag said with a smile.
Noah looked at Mag nervously, picked up the tortoise shell that he had put down in his hand, and glanced sideways at Merant, preparing to act based on his look.
"We're not here to eat." Merant said, his white eyes staring at Mag.
"Okay, you go to the playground on the second floor to play first. I've got a new toy for you." Mag said to the three little guys with a smile.
"real?"
"What new toy?"
"let's go!"
The three little guys immediately ran into the restaurant happily.
After the children left, Mag still had a smile on his face, but his voice was a bit colder: "If you are not eating, turn right and walk forward. There are all kinds of fun things. Turn back and walk forward, the scenery is also good."
"You are not simple." Merant had no intention of leaving and still stared at Mag.
"Yes, I should be the best chef in the City of Chaos now. Anyone who has eaten my food thinks I am not simple." Mag nodded matter-of-factly.
"You've seen things you shouldn't have seen," Merante said.
"What's the origin of this old man?" Mag's heart suddenly crossed, and he began to judge whether he was a swindler who came to swindle money, or a mysterious man who really had some skills.
"The little girl just now is not an ordinary person. There should be no pure person in this world." Merant continued.
"Come in for a cup of tea?" Mag opened the door and looked at the two of them and said.
"If...we have something to say outside, we won't have tea..." Noah said a little nervously. He couldn't see Mag's level at all. Either he was a novice with no power, or he was just a comparison. He is a man countless times more powerful.
"Okay." Merante put away the turtle shell stone, held the bamboo pole and walked towards the restaurant.
"Grandpa, isn't this inappropriate?" Noah quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and whispered.
Merante patted his hand gently to signal him to calm down, and then stepped into the restaurant.
"I can't control the devil's cave, I can't control the devil's child, I will fight!" Noah put away the turtle shell formation and followed him into the restaurant.
The restaurant door slowly closed behind them.
Noah looked back, swallowed, and held the tortoise shell tightly in his hand, ready to give the guy a tortoise shell binding at any time to make him lose the ability to resist.
"Just find a seat and sit wherever you want." Mag said casually and went into the kitchen.
"Grandpa, is it him?" Noah asked quietly as he sat down next to Merante who was sitting by the window.
"He is the person Turtle Shell Stone is looking for." Merant nodded.
"Then if we don't take action now, when will we wait?!" Noah jumped up from the chair. The tortoise shells had spread out in all directions, and a tortoise shell array was laid out under his feet.
"You are such a big man, please be more careful." Merant frowned, "Don't just put up a defensive formation when you come up. Your momentum will be weak."
"Isn't this what you taught me? The one who survives until the end is the winner." Noah was not ashamed at all.
Mag came over with the brewed black tea and poured a cup alone. As soon as he put the tea cup down, he looked at Merant and said, "Who are you?"
