I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

Under the gaze of everyone's strange expressions, the stingy accountant quickly walked to the corner of the back kitchen where the curtain was opened, and put his whole head in: "Yes? I'm looking for Ami Donkey."

564. Here, look at the donkey?

As soon as the voice of shouting to the back kitchen fell, there was only a muffled sound, and then the accountant, who poked his head into the back of the curtain, suddenly froze as if struck by lightning.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was thrown backwards like an arrow from the string, and he hit the ground face first, rubbing against the slippery ground in a posture that was painful to look at.

Like a flat stone thrown by someone while swimming, it bounced lightly several times on the thick wooden waxed and polished solid floor before dragging two slender and winding scarlet bloodstains on the surface. shocking.

But the group of handymen did not show the slightest panic expression, and most of the guys who gathered to watch the show had a sense of powerlessness of "That's true" and "I knew it would become like this".

Almost at the same time, when the silver hair on the mouth was frantically rubbing against the floor, a young woman's extremely angry and furious voice came from the back kitchen: "You are the donkey!! Your whole family is a donkey! Don't stop me!" Me! See if I don’t step on that stingy accountant who doesn’t remember to eat!!”

The constant thumping sound from the back kitchen seemed to be pulled by several people to hold the cook who was about to jump out to finish the knife.

It was not the first time that Lu Qi saw Lindeman being beaten. In other words, this seemed to have evolved into a major feature of this restaurant other than the sword dance.

According to the big cat's high-cold personality, he naturally disdains to participate in the crowd's laughter,

He casually picked up the dishcloth on the table, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at the "dead body" lying flat on the ground.

"Don't mess with my work, get up and wipe off the blood before you die!"

But the other servants in the restaurant did not intend to give up this source of joy so easily.

They called out affectionately to the warrior who was lying on the ground and still did not forget to point his right index finger to the location of the "culprit"——

"Accounter! What are you doing! Accountant!"

"Don't stop! You should be able to play a few more times on the floor?! Don't stop!!"

Surrounded by the sound of "don't stop" like howling ghosts and wolves, the "dead body" slowly stood up again.

It's just that on his originally fair and feminine face, there was a shoe print that couldn't be more clear. The imprint was sharp, and it was easy to see that the person who made this cruel move was a girl with small feet.

These spies who are proficient in tracking, investigation, and counter-investigation can deduce the height of the person by judging the size of the shoe size.

What's more, it can roughly analyze the weight range and body shape characteristics of the footprint owner from the depth and focus of the footprints.

It is said that a certain horse-faced and talkative doctor in the Navy Headquarters is good at this.

Judging by the well-defined female shoe prints on Lindemann's face, the "crazy" cook is not too tall.

Seeing the shriveled little boy with nosebleeds, those who envy and hate Lindemann's ability to come and go in the proprietress's boudoir at will couldn't help but feel very happy.

Even diners who have often eaten at the restaurant for the past month know that the accountant who is said to be the private boss of [Demon Sword Girl] has to go to the back kitchen every now and then to tease the cook and make her angry .

The proprietress who was dubbed "Demon Sword Fairy" has a glamorous face, and she also looks arrogant and indifferent to the diners. The diners unilaterally admire her, but they can only maintain a posture of watching from a distance.

Those servants who slack off and get together whenever they have free time are also not nice to the noble guests, and they are not lively.

Only the accountant who doesn't remember to eat but keeps making troubles can cause several rounds of laughter.

In the impression of Xiaoju, the handyman, Mr. Ichimaru, who was in charge of the account, was the only person who was beaten while standing up and running around.

He is not tall, and he has almost no obvious features in terms of body shape alone. He belongs to the kind of existence that may be lost if he is put in the crowd of ordinary people.

Xiaoju, who was born as a ninja, could probably tell the difference between those servants who hid their coldness and murderous intent in their bones, and he could almost smell the inexhaustible bloody smell from those people.

But for the silver-haired accountant, Xiaoju's identification method and even intuition lost their due effect.

The guy Xiaoju calls Mr. [Ichimaru] is not as rough as ordinary warriors and military soldiers. His skin is smooth and delicate, and it is difficult to identify the specific age of the other person from the details of facial wrinkles and bags under the eyes.

As an accountant, I wear a linen gown, but it is dirty and torn. It seems that it has not been mended or washed for many years.

Seeing the little boy straighten up, all the diners who were drinking and enjoying the dance looked at him and smiled.

Some shouted, "Mr. Accountant, your face is red again!"

He didn't answer, but raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose to try to stop the bleeding, and called out to the cabinet, "Bring me two warm, wet towels, and a roll of gauze."

They loudly yelled again on purpose: "You must be bullying the little girl again!"

However, this silver-haired man tried his best to open his slender eyes and said, "How can you insult people's innocence out of nothing..."

"What's your innocence? We just saw you molested the back kitchen again, and beat you."

The accountant, whose face was already bright red with shoe prints, had blue veins on his forehead, and argued, "It's teasing girls. Can teasing girls be called molesting? Cultural people's affairs... can it be counted?"

It caused everyone to laugh, and the inside and outside of the store were filled with a happy atmosphere.

It's just that everyone didn't notice that the noisy back kitchen became quiet again.

More than a dozen black shadows shuttled vigorously over the eaves and tiles of the Flower Capital while taking advantage of the dim night.

"Lieutenant General Lindemann is serious, what kind of action signal is that! Can't he choose a decent one every time?" A petite figure tapped the toes of the eaves, and bounced several meters high as if nothing. Swept away to the distance again.

Just as the Legion Assassins had previously judged on the shoe print, she was indeed not tall. Even counting her two long ears on the top of her head, she was only about 1.5 meters tall.

But what is surprising is that all these black shadows that shuttle under the night are of different shapes, some with horns on their heads, or beast tails that can help them maintain their balance while moving at extreme speed.

"Okay, okay, stop complaining, Amiya, since everyone just heard what the officers were talking about in the back kitchen, how about forgiving Mr. Fox for his weird behavior?" The leader with blue hair and two heads The girl with a pair of dark golden horns on her sides couldn't help soothing her.

If there were outsiders present, they might be taken aback by [Chen]'s words.

The distance between the back kitchen and the counter is still nearly ten meters apart, and the wine shop is noisy with people, sometimes it is difficult for ordinary people to hear what the other side is talking about even if they are half a table away.

What's more, these legion assassins have already lowered their volume when exchanging information, adjusting their voices to the point where they can clearly hear each other's whispers.