"Yo ho, you guys are back? I was going to call the police just now, saying that someone was eating the overlord's meal."
In the restaurant Movania, the Great Ruler of Movania squatted on the cash register, with the pupils shrunk into a thin slit in his topaz-like eyes, shining with a dangerous light. Augusta took out his wallet and paid, but he pointed to Antusha's nose and said, "You don't have a tip!" Antusha ran into the kitchen with a sad face.
During this period, Kefir stared at the small cake as the event prize, as if lost in his soul. His appearance reminded Augusta of a child lying on a shop window and staring greedily at the toys inside. The difference is that kefir is twice the height of a child, and the child does not drool casually.
"Go, Kefir!" the magician called to his werewolf after the accounts were settled. Kefir hesitated for several seconds before responding to Augusta, and reluctantly followed him out of the restaurant. But he never took his eyes off the little cakes. Augusta is very puzzled, it's just a few broken cakes - well, he admits, the cakes do smell delicious, but they can't be so attractive, right
"Kefir," the magician hit the werewolf youth on the back of the head before calling back his soul, "Do you really want to eat that cake?"
Kefir rubbed his head and looked at Augusta pitifully: "No! I..." He paused, "I'm just looking!"
What's up with that subtle pause! Augusta thought. Just say it if you want to eat it! This guy looks like a kid who didn't get a present for Christmas! He will look at you with that kind of resentful and erratic eyes, from one Christmas to the next, for a whole year, this is the end of not giving him a gift!
Augusta started to have another headache. Since the werewolf appeared in his house, his blood pressure has never dropped, and his headaches have become more frequent. If things go on like this, Augusta feels that he has lost at least ten years of life.
"Go back again," he said.
Kefir followed him puzzled. When they returned to the restaurant, the big ruler who was lying on the cash register raised his head slightly: "What? Did you realize your conscience and came back to pay the tip?"
Augusta cut to the chase: "Can you sell me that cake? I'm willing to pay twice... no, triple the price."
"no."
"Why? Isn't it just a cake, I'm willing to pay, but you still don't want to sell it?"
"That's not for sale." The Great Ruler said earnestly. Augusta guessed that it must often speak to Antusha in this tone. "That's the prize for the event. The rules of the event are set by me. If I break the rules for you now, wouldn't I be slapping myself?"
"The rules can be changed!"
"don't want."
"How much are you willing to sell?"
"Augusta Hollich, why are you so annoying?" The cat slapped the counter vigorously, but unfortunately its meatball racket didn't make any sound on the wooden countertop, and it had no deterrent effect at all. "This is a simple and friendly shop. A small event, a kiss, a photo, and you can take two small cakes home, and it won’t take your precious ten seconds. Why don’t you just participate in the event and insist on wrangling with me here?”
"Don't you want a couple to kiss and take a photo? Where do I get a couple?" Augusta grabbed the big dominator and shook it vigorously.
"Can't you just kiss that werewolf?!"
"He and I are not..."
The cat stuck its paw on Augusta's face: "Why did you say it! If you don't say it, no one will know that you are not a couple!"
"Then what should I do?!"
"Just give him a kiss! Antusha! Antusha!" the Great Ruler shouted. The witch waiter ran out of the kitchen in small steps, holding a Polaroid camera in his hand.
"Get ready, Great Ruler!" Just hearing her ready tone, she thought she was holding a machine gun.
"Wait! Don't shoot!" Kefir stretched out his hand to block the camera lens, "You can't force Lord Augusta to do what he doesn't want to do!"
Antusha dodged left and right, trying to find a gap to capture Augusta in the camera. Kefir found that he couldn't stop him, so he had to open his arms to block Augusta.
"Your Excellency, let's go!" He pushed the magician, "It doesn't matter if you don't want that cake, I... we..."
"No! I must get the cake!"
The cat exclaimed: "What's the matter with your strange competitiveness?!"
"Is there a prize if we kiss and take a picture?" Augusta asked.
"Yes." The Great Dominator nodded.
The magician put it back on the counter and turned to Kefir with a heroic expression: "Come on!"
The Great Ruler grinned and smiled. "Look at your expression! It looks like you are going to the execution ground! Could it be...is this your first kiss..." It buried its head in its paws, looking like it would faint from laughter at any moment.
"When, of course it's not a stupid cat!" Augusta blushed. Indeed it is no longer. On the first day the werewolf entered his house, his first kiss was... Bah! Why do you want to think of this!
Kefir looked at him flusteredly: "Your Excellency, I really want to..."
"Where are so many nonsense coming from!" Augusta grabbed the lapel of Kefir's coat and pulled him towards him, "I am Augusta, the archmage, and you are my loyal servant. No cake for you…”
He closed his eyes and scolded that stupid cat ten thousand times in his mind. How dare a lower mammal tease an archmage like that. Wait for me, dead cat, one day I will skin you and make a musical instrument, and play it at home every day!
He felt that Kefir was taking a step closer to him, and the breathing and heartbeat of the other party was immediately within reach. Augusta couldn't help but tense his body, his scalp was numb, and he had goose bumps all over his body. He had never been so nervous even when trying those ancient magics that would leave the caster without a trace of bones if he was a little careless.
Something cold touched his lips. Augusta was confused, and could barely realize that it was Kefir's lips. The werewolf was kissing him. The law of ten thousand dharmas, he is actually kissing him! Kefir kissed carefully, as if Augusta was a beautiful and fragile vessel made of glass, which would be broken if not careful, or as if he was a blessed holy object on the altar, any excessive contact would be Blasphemy.
Augusta trembled all over, not knowing whether it was from anger or fright. He murmured in his heart, why did it take so long to kiss? Didn't Antusha take pictures yet? He also secretly hoped that this kiss would not end too early, the feeling of being treated with care made him feel ecstatic, and he even enjoyed it a little.
After an unknown period of time, the touch on the lips disappeared. Augusta opened his eyes, and Kefir in front of him was staring at his toes uneasily, not daring to look at him directly, blushing to the base of his neck. Antusha spit out a photo from her camera, and she pasted the photo on the photo wall surrounded by pink love hearts, and patted it to make sure it stayed firmly on the wall.
"The spring of love!" She was elated, "Ah, I hope that the seeds are sown in spring, and the fruits of love can be reaped in autumn. How wonderful~"
"You are beautiful!" Augusta was furious, "Hurry up and give me that broken cake!"
"Are you eating here, or packing?" Antusha glanced at Augusta's expression, stuck out her tongue, "I'm going to get the packed box."
She brought two cute pink paper boxes, packed two small cakes, and handed them to Kefir.
"Let's go!" Augusta said, "I will never come to such a ghostly place again!"
"Thank you for your patronage, welcome to visit next time!" the cat said behind him.
The young werewolf held the box and followed Augusta up the town street, heading in the direction he had come. The magician strode forward, still seemingly in a rage. Kefir's legs were weak, and he could hardly keep up with Augusta's footsteps.
After walking for a while, Augusta found that Kefir was lagging behind, so he turned around and said impatiently, "What are you talking about? Follow up!"
Kefir stared at the asphalt road under his feet, his facial features were almost wrinkled together.
"Your Excellency Augusta, I..." he muttered, "Why do you treat me so well, I don't know how to repay you..."
"I don't want to hear this right now!" Augusta interrupted. "I want to go home!"
He turned and walked away. But Kefir still didn't follow, but shouted: "Your Excellency, don't you think about me?"
"Think about you?"
Kefir took a step forward, followed by another. He walked quickly to Augusta's side and grabbed Augusta's arm with the hand that was not holding the small cake box. "Didn't you say that you have no lover yet?"
"so what?"
Augusta wanted to withdraw his hand, but Kefir held it too tightly, and the strength gap was huge. He had no chance at all, so he had to let the other party hold it like this, hoping that he would not break his hand.
"So... don't you think about me?"
After speaking, Kefir closed his eyes regretfully. Why did you choose this moment! His Excellency Augusta must be angry. he thinks. I'm so abrupt, he must think I'm a fool!
Augusta, however, didn't roar like it usually does. Kefir opened his eyes, and saw the magician staring at him with eyes that hated iron and steel, half persuading and half lamenting: "Kefir, I like 'men'."
"… I know."
"Men. Person." Augusta paused every word, "Are you a 'person'?"
"Your Excellency, what you said sounds racist!"
"But you're not human in the first place."
"I know! Although I am not a human being, I am a man! Half of it meets your requirements, do you really not consider it?"
"How can I think about only half of it?!" Augusta shook Kefir's hand angrily. He finally showed his unhappiness as bluntly as he always did. "According to you, why don't I consider women? Women also have the word 'person', which meets half of my standards!"
Kefir froze. What His Excellency Augusta said makes sense, why didn't he think of it before? The archmage really has a quick mind, which is very different from ordinary people...
"If you mention this kind of nonsense again, I will send you back to Cavodian!"
Kefir trembled as if struck by lightning. The matter of "being sent back to Lord Cavodine" is more terrifying than anything in the world, not only because of Lord Cavodine... Although he is also scary, what scares Kefir even more is that if he is sent back Go back, then he will never see Lord Augusta again.
"I'll never say it again!" He covered his mouth.
On the way back to the mansion, he didn't say another word. After entering the room, Augusta waved to him: "You can eat both cakes. I'm not interested in this kind of dessert."
"But this cake is yours..."
"I tell you to eat and you eat!" Augusta raised her voice displeased, "Why do you always disobey my orders?!"
"I don't... I... obey!" Kefir saluted.
However, that night, when Augusta sat at the table, the first thing Kefir served was not the dinner dishes, but the delicious little cake with a strange candle on it, which he found out from nowhere.
Augusta frowned, "I said I don't eat this stuff."
"I know." Kefir stood beside him nervously, his hands were clasped together, separated, and clasped together again, "I tried another one, and it was unexpectedly delicious. Such delicious food, I … I want to share with you.”
Augusta looked up. Kefir turned his head, not daring to look at him, only leaving him with a red ear.
"Take it down," ordered the magician.
The young werewolf picked up the plate on which the cake was placed, and bit his lip, feeling extremely wronged. Why is Your Excellency Augusta so heartless? Was his kindness worth nothing to him
The magician continued: "This is dessert after dinner, and it should be served after the main meal."
Kefir opened his mouth. In an instant, all dissatisfaction and grievances dissipated like light smoke blown by the wind. Something warm and breathless filled his heart, almost overflowing, warming his whole being.
"Yes, Your Excellency!"