Chapter 230 We All Have a Bright Future (Mr. Chun, Leader of the Alliance, Plus Update 8)

"careful!"

With a scream, the magicians hid and dodged. Gretel had just squeezed past the two people and was squeezing towards the space reserved for him at the very end of the long table. Seeing the change, he paused in his steps and leaned inward reflexively.

The problem is there aren't many places to hide. The long table by the window usually only seats 10 people, but now 14 magicians are crowded there. There is also a space left for the waiter to serve the food, but no, shoulders are touching shoulders, legs and feet are touching legs and feet, and everyone can only fall in like dominoes.

Then, Grete saw a deep basin full of fish soup mixed with shells, and poured it on Chris' head at the end of the long table with a splash.

The soup was so thick and thick that when it was served to the table, it didn't even emit much steam. Only when the soup was poured down did the steam rise up from the fish and shells, blurring the face of the waiter who served the food.

Through the heat haze, Grete saw the boy's dull eyes, which suddenly burst into light. His eyes looked straight forward, not trying to save the pot of thick soup, nor looking at Chris who was about to be splashed, but staring at - staring at himself!

For a moment, Grete felt a chill running down his spine and subconsciously took a step back. His vest hit the wall and felt a slight pain. His attention was distracted for a moment. When he raised his eyes again, several spells were heard at the end of the long table at the same time:

[Mage Armor]!

[Shield Technique]!

[Shield Technique]!

【Floating Saucer】!

Transparent, translucent, layers of magical power surged up, covering Master Chris who had his hands crossed to protect his head.

Grete stood there, silently opening his mouth: Forget about those who released the mage armor and shield skills, who placed the floating disk? You really have a brilliant mind... Why is your floating disk still there? It's tilted!

As a result, these protective measures successfully protected Master Chris without causing him any harm. The pouring soup, shells, and fish meat were all poured over the waiter along the slope of the floating dish...

"Get out of the way!"

Gretel shouted reflexively. The waiter who served the food was shocked when he heard the sound, and looked away, trying to dodge. Just when his body tilted outward, his feet became weak and he was unable to take a step forward. The deep basin of fish soup with shells and fish all poured into his lap.

"ah--"

The man screamed in pain, bared his teeth, and fell to the ground. Gretel hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed back in the opposite direction, shouting while squeezing:

"Hurry up! Hurry up and get cold water! Rinse everything on your body! - Let me see, are you seriously injured?"

"..." The guy looked up at him. Then, Gretel saw the man hanging a leg of fish soup, and the rabbit seemed to jump up, limped, and ran down. At the first glance, the face was still dull, neither red nor white, and there was not even a drop of sweat on the forehead.

Gretel: "..." Strange, is this guy wearing a human skin mask, or is he wearing too much powder? It’s not necessarily because he was burned in the early years and the pores on his face are all gone, right? It doesn’t look like this!

After just wondering for a while, the little boy ran away on the wooden floor with bang bang, bang bang. Grete hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and pushed back. There are many patients in the emergency department who are unwilling to treat them. As long as they are not serious and life-threatening, doctors will not persuade them to die.

——After all, hospitals are not law enforcement agencies, and they cannot lock people up for medical treatment...

The guy who got into trouble ran straight down through the crowd with a fishy smell all over his body. He rushed into the kitchen. He couldn't even wait to wash away the fish soup from his body, so he grabbed the boss and whispered:

"I saw him!"

"What?"

The boss quickly pulled him aside, looked at his embarrassed look, and picked up a water ladle to rinse him. Amidst the sound of running water, the boy endured the pain and gritted his teeth and said:

"I saw him! He's the one who just went up. He has black hair and black eyes. He's wearing a double-breasted windbreaker. He's the one walking toward the table on the left by the window. He's exactly the same as in the portrait!"

"I'll go up and take a look."

The boss got up and left.

The portrait was painted, but he didn't see the portrait - when this guy, or in other words, this operator came to his store, the portrait was completely soaked.

It is said that because the boat was intercepted at sea, he jumped into the sea to escape and swam all night before swimming ashore...

This operator is a terrible painter and can only draw stick figures. The result is that he has no portrait to see and no material to copy and distribute. In such a big city, if you want to find a low-level magician whose name is unknown, you can only rely on the eyes of an operator...

Thank God! Finally found someone!

The shop owner walked out quickly. As soon as he turned around and walked towards the kitchen door, a smile appeared on his face. When he walked out of the kitchen, he bent his waist slightly and greeted the mage apprentices with a smile:

"Adelman, what do you want to eat today? Still the same?"

"Nora, how did you do in the exam this time?... Not very good? It's okay. It must have been an accident. I will definitely do well in the exam next time!"

"Jennifer, is it still tuna salad? In fact, you are not fat...Okay, okay, I know, just add vinegar and absolutely nothing else!"

Chatting all the way up. Walking to Gretel's table, he said "Ouch" and looked around for a rag and dustpan:

"Sorry, everyone, the little guy was clumsy and spilled the soup, which shocked all the adults! - The kitchen has been re-cooked. All the dishes on this table are half price, and the store will give away a honey-glazed lamb chop!"

As he spoke, he bent down, wiped the table one by one, and quietly looked at the people on the table. To Gretel's left, Master Corian Franz, who had summoned people to dinner today, turned his head and asked him:

"Grete, what do you want for dessert? This restaurant has rainbow pudding, milky potato puree, pumpkin chestnut cake, raspberry layer cake, raspberry tart..."

"Are there any egg tarts?"

"... No? What is that?"

Corian recalled the menu and shook his head blankly. Grete was disappointed: "...Then let's have a raspberry tower..."

Unfortunately, he really wanted to eat egg tarts. When I was a child, there was a "Mom's Bakery" near my home. The egg tarts baked there were the most delicious. Once they came out of the oven, the aroma wafted straight to the other side of the road. Even though the family was financially poor at that time, her mother would often buy one and give it to him to try when she led him by.

Later, he was not interested in other desserts. When he saw egg tarts while walking by, he couldn't control his mouth.

Even if you know that it is high in sugar and fat and exceeds standards.

"Sir, what kind of dessert are the egg tarts you are talking about?" Suddenly, the boss had already got in front of him and asked with a smile: "Please tell me in detail, please go back to the shop and make it successfully. Please taste it, adults!"

"Forget it..." Gretel shook his head. He knew nothing about making desserts, and it was probably a long way from making it successfully, so why let a small shop spend so much money? Besides, even if the trial production is successful, it won’t taste like it was when I was a kid.

However, the boss stood hunched over and refused to leave, with a smile on his face, just grinding against him. Grete's face softened, but he finally said something about it——

It's nothing more than puff pastry on the bottom, egg liquid on top, sugar added to the egg liquid, and then put in the oven. No matter how detailed he is, he doesn't know... Hey, it sounds similar to the formulas thrown to the Magic Council?

But the boss doesn't mind if the recipe is not detailed. After writing it down, he smiled and asked for advice:

"What do you call me, sir? Where do you live? When the trial production in the shop is successful, I will send it to your door for your taste -"

"No, no, no!" Grete waved her hands repeatedly. There was already a classmate nearby who was quick to answer:

"His name is Gretel Nordmark..."

It took two full hours to eat this dinner. The boss ran up and down, serving dishes, serving soup, cutting steaks, cutting honey-glazed lamb chops, delivering wine, delivering desserts... he was very happy around their table. He nodded and bowed, his face turned into a chrysanthemum smile, and it was three plus points sweeter than the smile he usually used to entertain guests.

Influenced by the boss, the staff in the store are also extremely attentive. Anyone who has a little free time must come to the table by the window to hang out. Except for the guy who was burned before, I don't know if he was seriously injured or something, but he never showed up.

Gretel asked kindly out of concern for his injury. The guy who filled him with water shrugged with a bored look on his face:

"That silly boy... He is a relative of the boss from the countryside. His brain has been burned out since he was a child. He has always been stupid... He came here two months ago. Apart from having some strength, he can't do anything and can't speak smoothly. !”

Gretel: "..." That look doesn't look like someone with abnormal mental development.

In any case, the students in the training class enjoyed value-for-money services. Everyone ate and drank, chatting about interesting things in class that year and where they were going:

You worked on projects with the archmage at Thunder Horn, I worked for the fifth-level mage at the Alchemy Guild, and he became an assistant at Bridge Magic Academy...

We all have a bright future.

This dinner was eaten until late at night. The students went back to their respective residences, and some of them lived far away or were lazy - the former, such as those who lived at the top of the mountain, and the latter, such as Gretel, simply enjoyed the accommodation arranged by the Magic Academy.

As soon as they left, the boss quickly went downstairs and found the guy who had been kicked in the face:

"I've found out the name clearly. It's Gretel Nordmark. I'll continue to check other things tomorrow. How are you? Is the perm still tight?"

The guy looked up from the lamp. He still had that dull face, but his eyes were shining coldly, and he pinched his thigh with his right hand:

"It's okay. Hiss..."

"You're hurt so bad!"

The boss frowned.

Under the dim light, the man's legs were burned from thigh to calf, covering an area the size of three palms, with shiny blisters. On the side of the thigh, close to the knee, there is a dark black area that is almost bone-like.

If it were an ordinary person, if this wound was suppurating and had a fever, and it took half a month to heal safely, it would be considered a blessing. This guy is a professional. A mere burn may not knock him down, but with that deep black wound...

"Okay, it's indeed quite heavy." Someone actually saw it, and the guy stopped being pretentious and let out a long and short gasp. His thumbs were pinched on his thigh until they turned white, and he finally raised his head and asked:

"Is there any more medicine?"

"...The last bottle of holy water." The boss hesitated for a moment, then took out a small glass bottle and handed it over with shaking hands:

"The inspections at sea are strict during this period. I don't know when the next supply will come. - Hey, when will you take action? After you finish your work this time, can you take me back with you?"

(6,000 words! Another update completed!)

This time this is not a patient! It’s not a medical drama either!

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