Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Afternoon tea was enjoyable, Richel packed up the dishes and asked Adrian to wash them in the yard.

"Can you stop working?" The octopus lifted a plate with its arms and legs with a look of disgust. The snacks were actually quite clean, except for some crumbs.

"You are the laziest in the entire restaurant. Everyone did something just now, but you didn't."

"I watch the fire."

"The flame can hug the firewood and gnaw on it by itself, you just sit by the stove and doze off."

"Honey——" Octopus tried to get away with acting like a baby.

Richel shuddered three times with goosebumps all over his body, and couldn't stand it and pushed aside the flattering face that came closer.

There was a knock at the back door.

Richel was startled and looked there warily.

The playful smile on Adrian's face disappeared, and he raised his eyebrows coldly and playfully, and walked over.

Richer hurriedly chased after him to stop him, and whispered: "The one who can take the initiative to knock on the door to provoke us must be a very powerful person, be careful."

"Richer, Tom, are you there?"

"It's Aunt Betty's voice." Richel said in surprise, at this moment Adrian had already opened the door.

The thin figure of Aunt Betty stood in the setting sun, with a cart of things behind her.

"Quick, help me and move things in."

Adrian took the initiative to walk to the side of the carriage, rolled his arms and legs, and the entire vegetable and fruit truck, including the two horses, flew into the air, climbed over the courtyard wall, and stood firmly in the courtyard.

Richel hurriedly invited people in and closed the courtyard door.

The two frightened horses snorted and snuggled together.

Richel called the people in the house, unloaded the goods on the open space beside the yard, and said excitedly: "These can be eaten for a long time."

Aunt Betty wiped the sweat from her forehead, "I've heard some things. Boss, it's not convenient for you to do business recently, so you haven't delivered many goods."

"Even if I want to make it, I can't open it without the ingredients." Richel smiled wryly, "I'm very surprised that you can deliver it."

"I sent it in the name of Tom's relatives, and it's not for sale." Betty said, "Did you offend some powerful person, and suddenly released a message saying that you are not allowed to do business with you?"

Richel poured her a glass of beer and asked, "Don't you know who it is?"

"I know, the people in the city hall, but unless it is someone who has committed a heinous crime but has no way to produce substantive evidence to punish him, they will do this to drive people out of the city of freedom."

"Then if you come here today, the people in the city hall will make things difficult for you." Richel said worriedly.

"I'm here to visit my nephew, not you." Aunt Betty smiled and looked around, "Where's Tom?"

Richel looked at the yard, only to realize that Hastings was somewhere.

"I saw him go upstairs just now." Hayle carried a bundle of radishes to the storage room on the second floor.

"He should be busy, so I won't bother you, let's go first." Aunt Betty smiled heartily, put on her straw hat, and led the carriage out.

Adrian drew a curse and secretly hit her behind her, signaling Richel to be at ease with his eyes.

Richel asked them to move all their things to the second floor, walked through the corridor, and knocked on the door for a long time, but Hastings didn't respond from inside.

"On the roof." Adrian reminded.

Richer went up to the fifth floor, found two rooms, and saw people.

Hastings was leaning against the railing on the roof, looking at the scenery in the distance, when he felt movement behind him, he turned his head and saw that Richel walked beside him.

"Isn't it very happy to have snacks in the afternoon, why are you staying here alone now?"

Hastings hesitated, and took out a letter from his bosom.

"Forgive my rudeness. Before, Lord Adrian recruited me to be a groom. I had privately contacted a friend who worked in the Earl's Manor in Engesa Province."

Richel looked at the reply in disbelief, "When did you receive it?"

"It's been a few days, before your portrait was released." Hastings paused for a moment, "I thought there was no news, after all, I have never been there, and I don't have a letter of recommendation from the owner. But the Earl still Trust my friend, trust me, a person I have never met, and be willing to give me the position of personal servant."

Richel bowed his head and said nothing, a feeling of betrayal arose in his heart.

And it was a betrayal that had been planned months in advance.

But thinking about it carefully, what did he do wrong? At that time, I did not give him an identity other than a groom. I kept praising him for being great, but I never cherished him. In the end, it was Gnar who said he wanted to be a groom, so I gave it to him. promise.

Richel took a deep breath, forced a smile and said, "Then what are your thoughts?"

"Still thinking about it." Seeing that Richel didn't take it to read, Hastings took back the letter awkwardly, grabbed it in his hand and kept flipping it over. A man in his thirties, like a child who has done something wrong, lowered his head. , "Restaurant, sir, everyone is in a difficult time now, I..."

"It's okay." Richel tried his best to lighten his tone, "You don't have to blame yourself for this, as I said, you have very good abilities, but I didn't cherish them at that time, the one who should regret it is I.

You have a good future now, just think about your own future, I believe you will have a much better future in the Earl's manor than here. "

Hastings opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say a lot, and finally said, "Thank you."

Richel knew that the other party had already chosen an answer.

"The scenery here is still pretty good. I don't know how Engesa is. Will there be so much seafood to eat?" He chatted awkwardly, not showing it on his face, but there was a sour feeling of panic and sadness in his heart.

Jacob, Chelsea, Hayle, Lesney, the former hotel and the current restaurant are just a small stop in their lives. They will eventually part ways for various reasons, maybe in a certain place. After sleeping, or after a certain meal, everyone went their separate ways, and it was hard to see each other.

Say goodbye to old people and welcome new people.

Welcoming and seeing off, this is what Richer does, but he is still not used to parting.

Hastings gazed absently at the view, the sun had gone down and the distant stars were brightening.

Among the scattered houses, there were already a few dim lights, and a group of birds flew by in pairs, chirping.

No, not birds!

It's a bat!

There was a sudden noise downstairs. Standing on the balcony, the two of them saw with their own eyes countless people of all races pouring in from all the alleys in Geli Street, holding sledgehammers and axes, flying over the eaves and walls, and all of them smashed against the wall of the restaurant. and back door.

There were waves in Hayle's enchantment, and Richel walked out of the door and went to the private room opposite.

Looking out from the balcony on this side, there are also many races gathered at the gate of the restaurant, all of them are struggling to attack, but they can only produce circles of ripples.

His heart relaxed, and he was about to go back, when suddenly, he heard cheers that shook the sky.

The enchantment is broken.

"master!"

Richer only had time to turn around, seeing Hastings' flustered expression, and the next second, his whole body vacated.

"what--"

Adrian and the others were chatting and bragging in the lobby of the restaurant, but when they heard shouts from all sides, they hurried out to check, and just happened to see the scene where Richel was taken away by a giant bird.

"Richer!" Adrian panicked and hurried to catch up.

It's a pity that it's still too late. They all recognize that the steel-feathered beast's wings are dozens of feet wide, and it is one of the fastest raptors on the mainland.

With just a few breaths, the steel-feathered beast nearly a hundred feet away disappeared before his eyes.

Adrian's face turned black instantly.

Richel was blown by the violent wind until his bones were about to fall apart, and when he was thrown on the ground, he didn't feel any pain.

Was blown numb.

Two soldiers passed through his arms from left to right, picked him up, dragged him across most of the room, flung him onto a chair, and began wrapping chains around him.

Richer looked at all this blankly with wind-blown eyes, and recalled scenes that seemed familiar to him in his chaotic mind.

Once upon a time, the figures of Valai and the man in the gray-white robe overlapped with the king and the magistrate in front of him.

He licked his dry lips, his voice was hoarse, and he asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

"West, don't tell him, this man has dirty dark elf blood." Andre III said, not seeing him for more than half a month, his cheeks tortured by illness were deeply sunken, and his eyes protruded, looking Very appalling.

The magistrate rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Your Majesty, you have already said my name."

"Ah, I'm used to it." The old king said a little confused.

"Fortunately, he doesn't know my last name." The magistrate said happily, "Let's hurry up."

"Wait, I still have to draw up a will." He moved with difficulty, and kept chanting what he wanted to write, "The son of my wife who gave the throne to me, Richel Humphrey... By the way, there is also My horses, my jewels, everything that belongs to me in this kingdom, will still be mine..."

West stood aside impatiently, watching the king write in beautiful cursive characters, "You should have prepared this a long time ago, so you don't need to waste your time here."

"The previous one was torn up by Tana." The old king didn't listen to the chanting, his mouth was full of excitement and anticipation.

After finally getting the suicide note ready, Andre III pressed it on the desk contentedly, and staggered into the chair next to him.

"let's start."

West tied the old king with another iron chain, raised his hands, and between the palms facing each other, there were several blue-purple lightning bolts.

"Wait, wait..." Richer yelled hurriedly, leaning back, but at this moment his words were almost insignificant.

"Don't you have to ask your son to come? I'm not your son, really, your son is dead!"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have my blood on your body. What's more, your fresh body can live forever, and you have the power of prophecy to do whatever you want, hahahaha..."

Andre III's face was distorted with a smile in the flash of lightning, "This is really a surprise."

Richel didn't care about this crazy person, and looked straight ahead, "I know what you are studying, and I can provide you with some useful information."

"I know, like the ones you provided to Valle and Molly, outsider?"

Richer's heart skipped a beat, and he kicked his feet back and forth.It's a pity that this chair is specially made of iron, so it doesn't move.

"Do you really think I'm working for this stupid pig?"

The old king stifled his laughter and stared at his magistrate dumbfounded.

"Spirit-changing research will tell you that you can transfer souls between two people without any damage, just to allow you to provide funds and manpower." West also looked at him, "But our ultimate goal is to let The souls of two or even more worlds can communicate with each other, and they can travel to any world and anyone."

"This is even more profound. At this moment, the most epoch-making scene in the world is about to happen!"

"And I am the real participant in this experiment."

At the end of the sentence, West's thunder and light in both hands merged into one, and struck at Andre III.

Useless people can be dealt with first.