"Don't worry, Varga! I haven't finished yet!" After taking another sip of red wine, Connor continued lightly, "I told you that Kararov is very strong and he is also an alchemist. A very high alchemist, I want to contact you before he notices it. I can’t do it at my current level, so I made this ring like a spatial ring, which should lower him. His vigilance prevented him from focusing on the ring!"

　　 "This ring is the style of a space ring? Why haven't I seen a space ring like this?" Connor's ring again heard Varga's puzzled voice. Mobile terminal

"Please, baby, doesn't it mean that you haven't seen it? That Kararov will know that when you see the alchemy ring in your hand, this is a space ring!" Dip the fries into the ketchup and put it in your mouth. Here, Connor said helplessly. After talking, Connor, who was chewing the French fries, suddenly stopped chewing, as if feeling something, he whispered at the ring and said, "They are here!"

"There?" Hearing Connor's voice, Varga in Salah Cafe was immediately serious. She was very clear that Connor, as a spiritual wizard, could probe farther than she could. .

"At five hundred meters on the left corner of Salah Cafe, there is still the image of the somewhat bald middle-aged fat uncle I described to you before. Remember what I said to you!" He whispered to Varga. , Connor picked up the latest issue of the Loen Evening News on the table and watched it pretendingly.

Two or three minutes later, a middle-aged fat uncle dressed in brown overalls who looked similar to the workers on the Ruen dock walked to the door of Salah Cafe, and stood in front of the cafe. The fat uncle’s tutor did not immediately enter the coffee. Instead, he stopped in front of the cafe for about a minute, looked around, then opened the door of the cafe and walked in.

As the uncle entered the cafe, Connor in the Madeira restaurant put down the newspaper in his hand, but his eyes narrowed slightly. If he read correctly, the corner of his mouth appeared before entering the cafe. A smile...

"Sir, how many are you?" I looked up and down in front of me. Since I entered the cafe, I haven't found a place to sit down and order a drink. Instead, I am looking forward to the middle-aged uncle and young and beautiful waiter in the slightly greasy tooling. Although there was a touch of contempt in his eyes, due to the cafe’s rules, he respectfully stepped forward and asked:

　　 "Someone is waiting for me here!" Although the waitress's eyes are very hidden, she still has a clear view in the eyes of the senior wizard apprentice, but the fat uncle smiled slightly and waved his hand indifferently and said:

"Sir, it’s like this. If you haven’t found a friend yet, then you can sit down and order a cup of coffee and wait for your friend slowly. The Mancini coffee of our Salah Cafe is the cafe in the whole city of Ruen. The most authentic, you can give it a try, I believe you won’t be disappointed!” When talking about the products of her own cafe, the waiter calmed down her contempt, and patiently introduced her to the uncle.

The fat uncle glanced at the side of the cafe, then nodded slightly, and said to the waiter: "I found my friend, but since the mancini coffee you said is so good, the little girl, you might as well give it to me. Come and have a drink!"

When the voice fell, the fat uncle smiled slightly at the waiter, and then walked to a corner of the cafe and sat down, and the one sitting across from him was indeed Varga wearing Eusebio mask Yi Rongcheng Antonella Varga.

"Hello Miss Antonella~lightnovelpub.net~ I’m Kararov, I finally have the opportunity to meet you." Facing Varga, the middle-aged fat uncle became familiar with him. He just sat down Self-reported.

　　 "What are the conditions?" Compared to the middle-aged fat uncle Kararov's self-acquaintance, Varga was a little cold, without any politeness, and said straightforwardly:

The fat uncle seemed not surprised by Varga’s straightforwardness. He raised his eyebrows as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the waitress just now came over with a cup of steaming coffee. .

　　 "Sir, your coffee is ready!" The waiter put the coffee on the table and said to the fat uncle:

　　 "Thank you!" The fat uncle politely thanked him, then took a crumpled one-shilling banknote from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.

　　 Looking at the one shilling bill handed by the uncle, the waiter hesitated and continued: "Sir, the price of Mancini coffee is two imperial gold pounds!"

Hearing the voice made by the waiter on the two gold pounds, Mr. Kararov’s chubby face suddenly showed a dumbfounded expression, and then said helplessly: I know the little girl, this is a tip for you. ! "

　　 "Sorry, sir!" Upon hearing the tip, the waitress suddenly showed a touch of embarrassment in her eyes. She took the money from the uncle and said apologetically:

　　 "It's okay, you go!" Mr. Kararov, still very generous, waved his hand to signal that the waiter could leave.