Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 564 When the king will proceed
  "I prefer to believe that this is a beautiful legend..." Fujiwara shook his head slightly, retracted his hand, cut off the flow of sauce, and also ended the topic. He gently wiped the sauce on the edge of the small plate with his fingers, then placed it on the table, as if waiting for Kaito's reaction.

Kaito leaned forward slightly, his voice lowered a bit, with a mysterious tone, "It's not just a legend, as far as I know it does exist." He looked directly at Fujiwara and said seriously, " The princess actually managed to escape and married a magician."

"A magician at the end of the century?" Fujiwara continued casually, but there was a familiar ridicule in his tone. The corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, revealing a smile, and a glint of wit flashed in his eyes, as if he had glimpsed Kaito's secret.

"Yes, that's the one... Oh, no, how did Brother Fujiwara know?" Kaito's tone suddenly became ups and downs, and his eyebrows were raised, looking a little surprised and even a little confused. His body leaned back a little involuntarily, as if he had been pushed away slightly by Fujiwara's words.

"I'm just saying casually, it's not important, you go on..." Fujiwara answered easily and calmly, with his palms spread out, as if to show his honesty. His eyes turned to Kaito, encouraging him to continue his story.

This is the plot of the original work. How could Fujiwara, who has read the original work, not know this.

"Oh, okay, yes, the princess is married to Mr. Kiichi, who is known as the magician of the end of the century. He was once regarded as the greatest doomsday in the 19th century and the most shining star in the world of magic. Even my dad was Inspired by his relics, he created many wonderful magic tricks."

While the two were chatting, the waiter in the restaurant gently brought a plate of roast duck, freshly sliced ​​cucumbers and paper-thin dough to their table. The waiter will place the plate smoothly in the center of the table, then step aside and watch the two customers' reactions with a smile.

"Thank you."

Fujiwara nodded in thanks, and then he and Kaito each picked up a pair of disposable gloves and put them on their hands. This action was coordinated and skillful. It was obvious that this was not the first time for them to enjoy this dish. Kaito continued to tell his story while taking out a freshly cut piece of roast duck from the plate. It was shiny and exuded a mouth-watering aroma.

"There is one more thing related to that old gentleman..." Kaito said, picking up the plump roast duck slices on the plate with one hand and then spreading them flat on the dough in front of him.

"Crimson Tears?" Fujiwara answered, his eyes gently switching between Kaito's hands and the food in front of him. At the same time, he imitated Kaito's movements, picked up a piece of roast duck, and then picked it up with chopsticks. A cucumber strip is placed next to the meat.

"Yes... Baron Hooper, who founded the Miracle Magic Group, was also a disciple of Mr. Kiichi..." Kaito said as he lightly dipped some sweet dough sauce into the dough with his chopsticks, spread it evenly on the dough, then rolled it up with his chopsticks and cut it into bite-sized pieces. The roast duck roll is completed.

Fujiwara pays more attention to the fusion of flavors. He carefully adjusts the proportion of roast duck meat and cucumber, and then skillfully wraps the dough into a perfect little roll with his fingers. Both of them moved with ease, as if they were not only enjoying the food, but also enjoying the process of sharing stories.

Kaito opened his mouth slightly and took a bite of the roast duck roll he wrapped. He narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the delicious food, with a look of satisfaction on his face. Fujiwara followed closely. The bite of roast duck exuded multi-layered flavors in his mouth. The mellowness of the sweet noodle sauce, the crispiness of the roast duck and the refreshingness of the cucumber jumped between the taste buds.

"So I want to take this opportunity to steal the Easter egg and return it to Mr. Kiichi's living heir..." Kaito chewed his food and his tone became a little heavy, but Fujiwara's expression made him feel speechless. He paused and continued Eating your own food.

After the two of them finished eating, their conversation stopped. After agreeing on a time to meet the day after tomorrow, the two separated. Fujiwara returned to the hotel he had changed to, took a bath and began to reply to the read text messages in his mailbox.

First of all, there are Fei Yingli, Xiaolan, Sonoko, Ayako, Conan, and Yoko. As representatives of the people who look up but never look down, these people's text messages must be answered seriously.

Secondly, there are some business partners and some acquaintances of Fujiwara's business. These people can simply agree, but when it is Belmod's turn, Fujiwara doesn't know how to reply.

Do you want to pretend not to know me? Forget it, the last time he was on the Isabel, Belmod gave him the feeling that he was coming for her, but that time she was almost right next to Conan and Xiaolan, and she didn't have any chance to be alone with her, so she didn't No surprises.

So there's no point in pretending not to know him, but if he replies directly, Fujiwara doesn't know what he can reply to. After thinking over and over again, Fujiwara couldn't make up his mind. At this moment, the system that had not appeared for a long time suddenly popped up two dialog boxes for Fujiwara to choose.

"1. Invite Belmode to dinner. Completion reward: Master bartending."

"Two, ignore it. Completion reward: random skill point +1."

Fujiwara looked at the two options for a while, and after thinking about it for a while, he chose the second one and didn't reply for now to see what she wanted to do. In addition, he wanted to remind Mary and the others to pay attention to their surroundings. After all, according to the normal progress, Bellmode would consciously start to contact the circle around Fujiwara, so before the danger is completely eliminated, perhaps Fujiwara should keep a distance from Mary and the others. Get people in the organization to notice them.

After putting down his phone, Fujiwara felt a little thirsty and wanted to drink some water. When he walked to the refrigerator, his phone that was on the table began to vibrate. Fujiwara didn't look back and locked the phone with his telekinesis. With a strong force, the phone jumped up from the ground and flew towards him quickly. Come over.

After catching the phone, Fujiwara saw that it was Hongye calling, so after answering the call, he directly used telekinesis to attach the phone to his ear.

"Congratulations."

Hong Ye’s voice came through the mobile phone
  Fujiwara did not respond immediately. He listened patiently, but his brows furrowed slightly, looking a little impatient. "Well, thank you."

Hongye didn't know Fujiwara's mentality, but continued in an excited tone: "You are really great. The last game was so exciting. Grandma also said you are a genius."

"It's just good luck this time, but not necessarily next time."

Hongye seemed to feel the strangeness in Fujiwara's tone, and her voice was slightly hesitant: "Oh... then... I won't disturb your rest. Goodbye."

"Wait a minute." Fujiwara suddenly stopped. Thinking that he had something to do tomorrow, he might be able to use the red leaves as a shield. Even if he didn't give Toya Hideko face, Bermod had to worry about the granddaughter of the former prime minister, so he paused for a moment. After thinking about it, Fujiwara changed his tone to a less weak tone and invited, "My friend gave me a few tickets to the Asian Girls Fashion Show. If Momiji is free tomorrow and willing to go, how about we treat it as a date?" ?”

Within a second of finishing speaking, Hongye immediately agreed, "Okay, okay, I'm free tomorrow. Is it a fashion show? I haven't been to it yet, so let's go together."

"Hmm, how about we meet at the park in front of the Osaka Museum of Art tomorrow?"

"can."

Seeing that Hongye agreed, Fujiwara felt a little more confident. When he casually asked if there were any off-field factors during this game, Hongye smiled and didn't answer at first. After Fujiwara's repeated questioning, he simply told the truth.

"I see. Then I'll wait for you in the park at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Hongye scooped up a handful of water from the bathtub and poured it on her shoulders, and began to dream about tomorrow's date.
  (End of this chapter)