Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 900: Town Expert

In the evening, Allen and the others saw a small town from afar. It was about the size of Gobi Town that Alan had stayed in when he was a child, but the buildings were taller and more popular. From afar, one could see the grey smoke rising from the chimneys of the houses, and the dots of lights hanging upside down like stars over the entire town, giving off an indescribable sense of simplicity and beauty.

Leon poked his head out of the window and sighed in the face of the cold wind. "Believe it or not, I'd rather have a home like this than a luxurious but deserted mansion like the island."

"Groan sickly." Ellen said bluntly, "You don't have back pain talking while standing. If you tried not to eat a piece of black bread on the surface, you would cry and scream to scram back to your cold but at least well-fed home."

Leon held his chest and looked at me with a dying expression, causing Lucy to chuckle.

The flying car drove into the small town. It was rare to see a flying car in the town. Although the rented car was only a few percent new, it made a group of children chuckle along the way. It was not until the flying car stopped in front of the only hotel in town that the innkeeper's son was scolded away. The young man had a pair of beautiful gray eyes. He looked ordinary, but his mind was agile. He gracefully opened the door for Lucy before walking to the silver-white man who was obviously the head of the trio, "Would you like to stay for the night or take a rest for a few days?"

Although the other blonde youth among the three looked more like a wealthy young man from a wealthy family, he clearly looked elsewhere. He didn't know if he was admiring the night in the small town or searching for something. His mind wasn't focused on the moment. On the other hand, the silver-haired man's gaze was clear. The beautiful girl also took him as her center. Her gaze landed on him intentionally or unintentionally. She could tell at a glance that it was the person who had made up their minds. josei

The grey-eyed youth had also rolled in this town for several years. The town was not big, but every year there were caravans coming in spring and summer, so he knew quite a few people. Alan admired his cleverness and casually tipped him. Not much, enough for the young man to go to the bar for a few drinks in the evening, that's all.

"We'll stay for one night. It's dinner time now. Is there any place in town where we can eat?" He asked casually.

The young man pointed to the east side of the street and said, "From here, about a hundred meters away, there is an Ice Flower Bar. It also operates as a restaurant at meals. Their fried calf waist is a signature dish. Everyone said that I, Peter, introduced it, and I can give you a 10% discount."

Alan smiled. He knew that these taverns were related to each other. It was true that there was a discount on the young man's name, but the price should be 20% to 30% higher than usual. The extra part was naturally a commission for Peter. He didn't say anything and accepted it happily.

In the end, the three of them booked two rooms, one for Alan and Leon, and one for Lucy. When he learned that Alan was going to stay with him, Leon winked at him. Although Alan was not a worm in his stomach, he knew the vulgar thoughts in the boy's heart. He ignored it and took Lucy to the Ice Flower Bar. As for whether Young Master Leon would follow him or not, he didn't mind at all.

Leon was still sticking to it. The town wasn't much livelier than Vandersey, and there was only one bar left. If he didn't go to the bar, how could he have any fun? The Ice Flower Bar was medium-sized. In summer, there were open-air tables and chairs outside the bar. Naturally, no one had enough to eat and drink outside the bar during the winter. In the snow in front of the bar, a clean passage was cleared. The pine trees planted on both sides were pleasantly green, and there was light snow hanging between the branches and leaves. It's not that beautiful, at least it looks good.

Although the bar was named ice-cold, it was still warm inside. It was time for dinner. There weren't many guests in the bar. It was a rare season for tourists to come out. Most of the people who visited the bar were town acquaintances. Allen and the others picked a table by the window and sat down. Lucy went to the window and chewed on the glass. She was very childish. Alan placed Red King, who was wrapped in cloth, on the table and planned to customize a scabbard for Red King after he returned. Leon's eyes lit up and he pointed in the direction of the bar before leaning against the chair.

Alan looked in the direction of his finger and smiled knowingly. There was a girl sitting at the bar with her back to them. However, that fluffy black hair and slender figure were already considered pretty good looks in this remote town. Leon was delighted to see her, but he didn't care about dinner. He sat down beside her and began to pick up girls.

With the bartender, Alan ordered two fried calf waist, a long loaf of bread, two specialty salads and a bottle of red wine. Without looking at the dishes, he still didn't know that this small town was rich in food. Of course, the taste and quality were not comparable to Babylon's, but Allen remembered that there were very few things on the surface that could be eaten this much. Back then, in Gobi Town, every winter, her mother had to buy too much food. At that time, being able to buy one or two doughnuts was already an incredible delicacy.

Alan did not forget to mention Peter's name. The bartender immediately smiled more and spoke more attentively. When she brought up the half-cooked, golden-greasy calf waist, Alan smelled it and nodded, "Do you still have cumin powder?"

"The guest's nose is really smart." The bartender smiled and said, "These are all made by our boss. We can't eat this kind of good food anywhere else."

Alan casually asked a few more questions. The bartender saw that although his clothes looked ordinary, his tailoring was excellent. He knew that the guest in front of him was from a good family and was willing to make friends, so he knew that he would answer them. From the young woman's words, Alan knew that life on the surface had greatly improved over the years. Especially after the conflict with the Gate of Freedom, the Federation increased its support for the surface towns in the area under its control. Not to mention the other things, just the winter grain reserves more than doubled compared to the past, and sold at a low price, only recovering the cost. This is undoubtedly a great improvement in the lives of the people on the surface, so Mobius is still high in the polls on the surface in this presidential election, which can be said to be expected by the public.

Of course, improving life on the surface could also be part of the president's efforts to woo public opinion. But people do get the benefits, which is enough for the people on the surface.

The bartender left with a smile on his face, because Alan had stuffed some tips into her pocket, enough for her to buy one or two snug winter clothes, which was enough for her.

"When I was still living on the surface, not to mention fried beef waist, even a meat bone would be hard to see," said Alan, who ate the fairly tasty calf waist. "It's clear that our president has invested a lot of energy in resolving conflicts on the surface over the years, or else there wouldn't be such an improvement."

"What? Didn't you disgust him a while ago? It's good to praise him now. It turns out that a Xiaoniu waist is so powerful."

Ellen shook his head and smiled. "This is called something wrong. I can understand Morbit's actions. The Federation begins with the nobles, but in the end, the nobles will not allow the Federation to exist. Unless it is an imperial system like your Adahua Planet, the conflict between the Federation and the nobles will one day erupt. It's just a matter of time."

'"But your Federation has chosen to fight against the nobles at this time. Mobius' plan is obviously inappropriate. Could it be that he wants to take advantage of the Gate of Freedom for nothing? Besides, isn't there a Light Concealment Society behind this? Mobius thinks that he doesn't have enough opponents?" "Lucy shook her head and said," If it were me, I would choose to compromise with the nobles. It would not be in their interest to settle the Gate of Freedom first, then pull out Light Concealment Society, and finally break with the nobles?

"Then I don't know. After all, I'm not the president." Alan laughed.

Leon sneaked back like he had seen a ghost. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Alan pointed at him and said to Lucy, "It's called hunting eagles. Eagle pecking. Looks like our Great Saint of Love is not going to make a good start."

Leon said seriously, "I think we'd better get out of here. That woman is not simple."

"Did she hit you?"

Leon narrowed his eyes and said, "No, but she looked at me. The Origin Energy in my daddy's body was almost frozen. Damn it, I ran into an expert who might be a Dominator in the bigger town. Coincidence? Damn it, 99% of them are coming for us."

Alan put away his smile and looked at the woman at the bar. In his eyes, the light on the woman's body was blurry, not necessarily bright, and he did not know how Leon's so-called expert came to the conclusion. Suddenly, the woman's body shone brightly, and the tavern that was originally warm suddenly felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave. Alan could clearly see that his bottle of red wine, which had not yet been opened, was quickly freezing.

Leon slammed his palm on the table, his aura soaring into the sky as he roared, "This daddy is going to kill someone. If you don't want to die, scram!"

Seeing that the guests in the bar hadn't reacted yet, he immediately used his palm instead of his saber to make a fake slash. A rainbow flashed in the bar, and several tables and a wall were shattered by Leon's palm. Only then did a cry of alarm resound in the bar. The guest bartender and the crying boss ran out like they were running for their lives. Only the old lady at the bar was there. Until there were only two groups of people left in the bar, the woman sat on the chair and circled around, facing the three of them.

Sure enough, she was extremely beautiful. She was around 27 or 28 years old. She was exactly the age when all of her eyebrows were filled with amorous feelings. Even if she casually moved her long hair to her ears, it would still make her mouth dry and her tongue irritable. She did not look at Leon, nor at Lucy, but at Alan. '"The William family's young master is so murderous. He obviously didn't do anything, but he ignored you and shouted that he was going to kill someone. No wonder everyone said that the nobles deserved to die. As expected, they deserved to die."

She smiled and looked at Leon, "Are you right?"