Augusta's destination was a small, stylishly decorated restaurant called Movagna. It was lunch time, and many people were eating, but there was no boss or waiter. There was no one behind the cash register, except for a black and white cat sleeping on the cash register. When they passed by the cash register, Huamao suddenly opened his eyes, and his yellow eyes stared at the visitor vigilantly. Kefir bared his teeth and hid behind Augusta. Their race is naturally a bit at odds with cats. The markings on the cat's body are very distinctive, the chest is white, but there is a black spot in the shape of a bow in the center, making it look like a gentleman wearing a suit and tie.
Augusta was familiar with the road and chose a corner seat to sit down. There was a menu on the table, he flipped through it boredly, and threw it to Kefir: "See if there is anything you want to eat."
The cat jumped down from the cashier counter, and like a cloud of smoke, it flew across half of the restaurant, and jumped onto Augusta's dining table with a quick leap. Kefir stared at the cat, not understanding why it was so presumptuous to jump on the guests' table.
The cat sits with its tail wrapped around its front paws. Then, the unthinkable happened. It looked at Augusta and asked arrogantly, "What do you want to eat?"
boom! Kefir fell off the chair. Others in the restaurant cast a glance at him, and then looked away in surprise.
"The cat... the cat... the cat is talking!" Kefir squatted under the table, with only half of his head protruding from the edge of the table, his eyes terrified.
"Shut up! You bastard!" said the cat, pawing at him on the head. Kefir was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. Even if he was killed, he would never have imagined that he would be taught a lesson by a cat one day.
"It's the same as usual." Augusta said calmly, "Where did the waiter go?"
"Probably studying the latest dark cuisine."
After all, the cat turned to Kefir, its slender beard trembling: "Is it okay to eat dog biscuits?"
"No!" Kefir yelled, "I'm not a dog!"
"Oh, aren't wolves and dogs different subspecies of the same creature, neither of which is reproductively isolated from the other?"
"I'm a werewolf! A werewolf! Not just a 'wolf'!"
"People can eat dog biscuits," said the cat sincerely.
Kefir made a "woo-woo" sound from his throat, as if he was angry. He suddenly stretched out his hand to poke at the cat. The cat leaped nimbly, avoided his attack, landed steadily, and trot towards the kitchen with its tail upright.
"Just as long as he eats the same as me!" Augusta shouted to the cat. The cat replied with a long "meow~".
Kefir climbed back to his seat and looked towards the kitchen with lingering fear: "What's the matter with the cat?"
Augusta rested her chin and tapped the menu rhythmically with her fingers: "It's the witch's cat. The great ruler of Movania. So it's not surprising that it can talk."
"Eh? You mean this shop is run by the witch 'Great Ruler of Movania' and she raises the cat?"
As soon as the words were finished, a waitress in a black and white uniform stumbled out of the kitchen with two cups of hot tea in her hand. She yelled "It's hot! It's hot!" she rushed to Augusta's table like a fast-moving vacuum cleaner, and put two cups of tea on the table.
"Please, Mr. Augusta!" The waitress said while shaking her hands, hoping to dissipate the heat from her hands as soon as possible.
Augusta and Kefir looked at the two cups of tea suspiciously, neither of them intending to taste them. "You can use a tray next time," Augusta suggested.
The waitress explained: "The cat says you can't use the tray, it's afraid of dogs... I mean, werewolves, take the tray away like a Frisbee."
"I told you I'm not a dog!" Kefir protested.
The waitress stuck out her tongue playfully and ran briskly back to the kitchen. The werewolf youth watched her leave with hatred. "Your Excellency Augusta, I can see that the lady is a witch." He said, "She is the owner of the cat—the 'Great Ruler of Movania'?"
Augusta crossed her fingers, propped her chin, leaned on the table with her elbows, and said deeply: "No, her name is Antusha, she's just a waiter. That cat is her mentor, and this restaurant' Mowa Niah's master, called the 'Great Ruler of Movania'."
Kefir's expression froze. Even though there were thousands of words in his heart, he wished to express them quickly, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't utter a single word, so he had to remain silent.
The two sat in silence for five minutes, and Antusha, the witch waiter, finally started serving the dishes. Delicious mushroom soup, pasta drizzled with sauce, grilled fish just right ("The signature dish of this restaurant." Antusha introduced. But Kefir thinks that the reason why it becomes a signature dish is not because Guests love to eat, but cats love to eat). The two feasted on the food, sweeping away the food like a storm. Dessert was cherry pudding. Kefir looked at the bright red cherries on the pudding, his blue eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Augusta was taken aback: "Why are you crying?"
"Because...it's so delicious." Kefir choked up, "I've never eaten such delicious food."
A drop of cold sweat rolled down Augusta's forehead. As for... He admits that the food is really good, but it's not delicious enough to make people cry after eating it, right? What kind of dark food did this werewolf eat before? Having said that, if the Great Ruler heard his praise, he would surely be overjoyed!
"Uh... I've come out to open a restaurant, so it's only natural that I have a high level of cooking, right?"
Kefir continued: "Compared with these delicious dishes, the food I make is simply unpalatable!"
"Well, it's not that bad!"
"Let Your Excellency Augusta eat that kind of food every day, I feel ashamed!" Kefir blamed himself heartbroken.
"Don't say that! Ordinary people can't compare with professional chefs!"
"What I did was a piece of shit!"
Augusta grabbed the pudding in front of him and stuffed it into Kefir's mouth. "Shut up! You mean I eat shit every day?!"
The young werewolf grabbed his own throat and was stuffed to the brink of suffocation. His face was flushed and he worked hard for a long time before swallowing the pudding.
"Ahem, I didn't mean that, Your Excellency! I just..." He stared at the table dejectedly, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuu, I'm really useless. Not only is my cooking poor, I can't even speak, Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…"
"enough!"
While sniffing, Kefir pushed his untouched pudding in front of Augusta.
At this time, a strange fragrance floated in the air, that kind of fragrance that "suddenly smells a sweet fragrance while walking on the street, followed the smell all the way, and found that it turned out to be a pastry shop". Both of them turned their gazes to the kitchen, and saw Antusha rolling out a small trolley, which was full of delicate cakes. She placed the cupcakes in a flower pattern on a long table at the end of the restaurant.
"It looks delicious... Kefir! Wipe the drool off!"
The werewolf youth jerked his body, quickly grabbed the napkin, and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency! I, I was distracted! We werewolves have a better sense of smell than ordinary people. The taste of that cake is really..."
"Do you want to eat?" Augusta asked.
"No, no!" Kefir looked left and right, scratched his ears and cheeks, his face was covered with words like "I really want to taste one!", but he was too embarrassed to speak.
Augusta waved to Antusha. The witch waiter ran over in a hurry.
"What's your order, sir?" she asked courteously.
"Give us two of those cakes."
Antusha showed a embarrassed expression: "This... sir, I'm sorry, it's not for sale."
"What?" Augusta was shocked, "Did you just put the cake there as a decoration?!"
"No, no, you misunderstood! Our store is currently holding a special event, and those cakes are event prizes. As long as you participate in the event, you can get one."
She pointed to the table covered with cakes. Only then did Augusta notice that the wall behind the desk was covered with photos, surrounded by a heart shape surrounded by pink colored paper.
"What event? Can we participate, too?"
"Of course! Anyone can participate!" Antusha was elated, "This event is called 'Spring of Love', as long as a couple kisses on the spot, take a photo and stick it on the wall!"
"Kefir, let's go!" Augusta said decisively.
"Huh? Aren't you going to participate in the event?" Antusha was puzzled.
"Where can I get a couple to kiss?!"
The witch waiter stared at Kefir: "Isn't this Mr. Werewolf your boyfriend?"
Augusta almost spit out the mushroom soup he just drank: "Where did you see that he is my boyfriend?!"
"Isn't it? Don't you always come to dinner with Ms. Liliana? Today Ms. Liliana didn't accompany you, but this Mr. Werewolf, you are still wearing couple outfits. This...isn't that what people often say 'see you Forget your righteousness and abandon your girlfriends'?"
There is something wrong with your brain circuit! Augusta roared in his heart. How did you deduce this bullshit result! What the hell does that cat teach you every day!
The enraged magician walked away immediately. Kefir looked at Antusha at a loss, then at Augusta, and wanted to explain a few words to the witch waiter, but Augusta was about to disappear, so he hurriedly followed.
"Your Excellency Augusta! Wait for me!" He chased after the magician, "Don't be angry! Miss Antusha misunderstood you, it's because she's too ungrateful, you can't be bothered!"
"Whether it's Adele or Antusha, why do you think so?!" Augusta muttered angrily, "It's definitely because they have vision problems! This town is hopeless! Everyone is dying!"
"Don't blame the whole town for anger!"
Augusta turned around suddenly. "Let's go back!"
Kefei suddenly panicked. Oops, isn't he planning to summon some big monster from another world to raze that store? An Tusha just said a wrong sentence, which led to such an end! No, he can't let this happen!
"You can't go back!" Kefir stopped the magician.
"Why stop me?!"
"Calm down! You can't do this! Miss Antusha just misunderstood you, how could you kill her! You can't even destroy the whole store! There are other customers inside!"
"I didn't... you let me go!"
Kefir hugged Augusta from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around his body. Augusta is extremely thin. I don't know what he used to eat three meals a day. How could he be so thin? Kefir doubted his culinary skills even more. If he couldn't give Lord Augusta a healthy diet, wouldn't he die of malnutrition? Thinking of this, Kefir's heart felt like a knife.
"I tell you to let me go!" Augusta yelled. People on the street pointed at the two of them as if they were looking at monsters, and they avoided them one after another. No one within three meters of them dared to approach them.
"I won't let you go! I can't let you make a big mistake!"
"Let go! Let me go back! Shit, I just want to go back and check out!"