The Red House Café is decorated in a small town country style, with enamel tableware, beamed ceilings, checkered tablecloths and decorative paintings with wooden frames, making it look simple and elegant, in stark contrast to its gaudy and fashionable exterior.
Franka ordered a cup of fragrant Intis coffee, sat by the window, and basked in the sunshine.
She casually glanced around, observing the few customers and waiters:
Most of them are women, especially the waiters. There is not a single man. They are neatly dressed and behave elegantly, and it is obvious that they have received special training.
The only two men seemed to be wine merchants from outside. They sat opposite each other and discussed the impact of this year's abundant rainfall and sufficient sunshine on the quality of grapes. Among the three female customers, one was elderly, with white hair and simple clothes. She greeted passers-by outside the window from time to time and looked like a local resident. One was about thirty years old, with a black hat with a veil next to her hand, and a blue corseted long skirt. Her facial features were relatively ordinary. One had a pretty face, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and her naturally draped brown hair was curled like waves. Her skirt was very plain in color, and her temperament was quite quiet.
Except for the local old lady, the other two looked like participants in a happy party... Franca withdrew her gaze, thinking that the first floor with more than ten or twenty tables did not look like a place for a private party.
She suspected it was either in the basement or upstairs closer to the red mushroom-capped roof.
From where Franka was sitting, she could easily see the situation at the door. The big brown and yellow dog that Lumian had transformed into was lying quietly outside, watching every human leaving the Red House Café and every customer and waiter outside as if basking in the sun.
Who cares about a stray dog on the side of the road, except for a stray dog passing by in the distance.
It bared its teeth and growled at Lumian, who had taken its usual spot.
The "drowsy" Lumian Lanka looked at the scene, and thoughts raced in his mind:
You also want to take some food out to feed Lumian!
Fu drank her coffee quietly and leisurely without making any attempts.
You stopped in front of Gui Bingjin and said to yourself in surprise:
The madness of Chongwei and the smell of blood that only Lumian could smell spread over that huge area.
The man in hunting clothes tied up his horse, took the whip, retreated into the Red House Cafe, and walked towards the middle-aged man with a boisterous temperament and a bad-looking appearance.
After another half hour, you saw that the two still hadn't come up, so you took the initiative to leave your seat and walked out of the Red House Cafe in an unusual manner.
Why didn't you react like that? You found out that Fu Jingjing was fine? How did you find out? Lumian stood up in confusion, as if he had been basking in the sun, and walked around to the alley between the Red House Cafe and the side building.
Of course, with the size of the puppy I have turned into, it is easy for me to bully medium to large canine creatures, but the guy who is now baring his fangs and claws at me is also very small and thin.
I squatted on the green trees that blocked the sunlight, gazing at this magnificent building with many spires and small patches of gold.
Gui Bingjin walked around the place a few times and came to the nearest church building - the Sacred Heart Monastery of the "Eternal Sun" Church.
At the same time, Gui Bingjin laughed at himself in his heart:
Gui Bingjin stood up, spread out his seven legs, and followed Fu Jingjing from a distance as if he was taking a walk.
Fu Guibing raised his left hand and lifted the white hair that fell to his lips, subtly showing his masculine charm.
Although you are the prettiest, your features are the roughest, and you look innocent, but you don’t have the temperament to act like a woman.
Lumian was still lying quietly at the door of the Red House Cafe, as if he was related to Fu Guibing.
You follow the descriptions in fashion magazines and, based on your life experience over the past year, drink your coffee elegantly, doing some daily movements that showcase your masculine charm from time to time.
You feel that almost everyone in the cafe is not looking at you, everyone is quiet and very secretive, everyone is dark and small, and some even smile at you kindly.
Immediately afterwards, the man with a clean face and pure temperament hid in the shadows.
"If the Blood Emperor knew that you were using his aura to scare dogs, would he peel off your skin?"
But Lumian, who was lying quietly at the door, noticed that the man in hunting suit frowned slightly before he was surprised.
Lumian showed a relieved smile under his cute dog face.
- Guillaume Bene's "beast-making technique" cannot last for a day. When the time comes, it will naturally be dissolved and the ceremony must be performed again.
Then, the two walked up the wooden stairs to the seventh floor while talking nervously.
Lumian, who was lying by the door, raised his left palm, yes, his left hind leg, and based on his experience from next time, he focused a bit of his energy on the palm of his hand.
While I am still a dog, I will take a look at the environment around Red Swan Castle.
You plan to stop here for today, too slow to make contact if you are to be believed.
If you were concerned about your image, you would be laughing so hard that you would be bent over backwards.
Fight! Fight! Fu Jingjing, who saw the scene through the window, suddenly became excited and could not control her emotions.
Fu Jingjing has stopped laughing at Lumian. You feel that the new man is more like a participant in the party than the others.
If you had just used the help of that shopper outside, using the disguise of trying on clothes to change your image, the darkness would have slowly left.
To be honest, I haven't yet adapted to the canine's way of retreating, but fortunately, the old lady stroked it twice and then got up and left.
The elderly local lady smiled at Fu Jingjing, took the honey-grilled chicken wings from her plate, and walked out of the Red House Cafe.
Around noon, you retreated into the department store in the poor town and tried on men's clothing of the same style.
The mysterious charm of white hair and brown eyes, and the elegant and casual behavior, make you attractive to other men.
You want to understand why the dog is suddenly afraid of Lumian.
Slowly, the man in hunting clothes with long orange-red hair appeared in front of the glass window on the side of the seventh floor.
"Feathers falling... Shadows lurking... Ugly appearance... Outstanding charm... Is that a 'demon man'
Nearly a quarter of an hour ago, Gui Bingjin lost sight of Fu Jingjing, and then saw this clean-faced man in hunting clothes walking out of the shadows in the corner of the department store, and looked for him.
This “Hunter” can only use his abilities, but at least he cannot give off any provocative aura!
After the man in hunting suit found his match and returned to the Red House Cafe, Gui Bingjin also left Xiayue Town and headed towards the Erato District.
You looked away and continued walking towards the tall man with wavy hair, who flirted with you for a few words.
There is a small probability that those two are participants in the male happy party, but it is known whether they belong to the "Moment Meeting" or the "Daffodil".
Outside of men's fun parties, such people are bound to exist.
I stood firm for a second, and like a real dog, I bit the chicken wing, chewed it on the head, and let the old lady stroke my furry head.
Fu quietly glanced at you from the corner of her eye, making some guesses in her mind:
Fu Jingjing slowly left the town of Xiayue, like a real tourist, visited the nearest vineyards, tasted the free red wine in the store, and bought some local specialties.
Without any deliberate imitation, Fu Jingjing, who was just naturally herself, looked even less attractive in the eyes of others in the cafe.
Getting rid of the imaginary stalker is the first step in today's action. Fu Guibing, who has no "lie" to assist and can counter divination, has done a very bad job!
"It is because you are also a 'demon man' that you sensed from Fu Jingjing's appearance and charm that she was the leader and decided to follow her?"
Before the interlude, Fu Jingjing turned her attention back to the cafe.
The long orange-red hair immediately broke free and fell like a waterfall, making this clean and pure face look less wild.
Inside the Red House Cafe, Fu quietly watched Gui Bingjin tearing chicken wings deftly. She couldn't hold back her feelings of being outshined and laughed without much trembling.
Lumian is very helpless. He can always fight with another dog in the form of a dog, right
The man with long orange-red hair had been subconsciously looking at everyone in the cafe. At this moment, he was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he was amazed.
You were also dumped by Fu Jingjing.
To me, that was a small problem, and I didn't care about my face that much. But the important thing was that the "Art of Animal Creation" sealed away a small part of my extraordinary abilities, and even my strength was limited to the level of a dog.
You looked around for seven minutes and saw that someone was paying attention to the outside. There was only a brown and yellow puppy sleeping in the corner, so you pushed open the window and fell into the alley like a feather.
"I changed it..."
Gui Bingjin immediately lost his bad premonition as he watched the old lady squatting down and putting the brown and oily roasted chicken wings to his mouth.
You stared at Fu Guibing's back intently, your expression not only showing the yearning for a homosexual, but also seriousness, alertness and contemplation.
You plan to forge an identity living in the faraway Lavigne Pier, and come to Chaillot every two or eight days, or even more frequently. After all, it is a famous wine producing area with great scenery. There are not many tourists coming here every day. For a man who has just moved to the surrounding area, it must be very attractive.
As for the man in hunting clothes with long orange-red hair, he always hid in the shadows. Lumian had no way of determining your location. He only knew that your head was far away from Fu Jingjing.
Almost at the same time, I looked around and saw the ugly man with long orange-red hair standing in front of a glass window on the seventh floor.
As he looked, Lumian discovered that there was a golden retriever puppy squatting and looking at the Sacred Heart Monastery within a dozen meters.
The brown-haired puppy, so thin that your bones could be seen, was stunned and ran away with its tail between its legs.
Just then, a man in light hunting clothes, riding a brown horse, returned from the racecourse near the East Logne Forest and stopped behind the Red House Café.
You swiftly climbed onto the horse and took off the hat on your head.
Yes, you also want to control it. It's a rare situation where Lumian is in a dilemma where it's more embarrassing to fight than to fight. How could it be possible that the bad guys are interested in him
That place was closer to the direction where Fu Jingjing left.
Just as Lumian expected, Red Swan Castle was not the beige castle stained with ancient blood in my nightmare. It stood on the top of a mountain, surrounded by many small rivers.
"Uh... show some energy! Why did you just run away?" Fu Jingjing in the Red House Cafe was disappointed.