Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

Just kidding, this thing is kept for a while, so it won't be exposed if he eats it now.

"Eat it in a while, if you don't have enough, go to my house and get some back." Tavernall still had a calm expression, but he already said in his heart that you won't want to eat anymore.

"Okay." Dadalia shrugged.

"Everyone is here." Piero the Harlequin walked out of the back kitchen, followed by the named waiter, who served everyone with a plate.

After the dishes were served and the waiter left the banquet hall, Piero spoke again.

"I have called you here today, not for anything else. The great plan is halfway through, and now, new chips will be placed on the chessboard."

"It's about the heart of Sumeru God, Dottore, how are you preparing?"

The Harlequin looks at the Doctor.

"Everything is going on smoothly, and I am also looking for other possibilities to achieve fruitful results."

"Inazuma's God's Heart has been wandering for a long time, Tavernaar, your efficiency must be accelerated."

Look what she is doing, although she did lose that thing, but the queen didn't stop it!

Tavernall gave the clown a strange look, "I quit the mission to track down Thor's heart, don't you know?"

Harlequin: "? Dadalia?"

"I remember it was mentioned in the report I submitted."

Columbia shook the knife and fork, "You forgot to read the report again. Although Xiao 11 always fights, his report cannot be completely ignored."

The clown paused for a moment, "My negligence."

He closed his eyes, "So is there a clue?"

Dadalia spread his hands, "He is no longer in Dao's wife, and someone witnessed him boarding an ocean-going ship."

"In Sumeru."

"Sumi."

The puppet and Tavernar spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other, the puppet looked away flatly.

"Dottore, I will leave this matter to you." The clown calmed down again, and glanced at Tavernar without a trace, feeling that the feeling the other party gave him did not match what he remembered, and remembered Dottore before The thing that was mentioned.

The previous eight seats were not this one.

He focused his eyes on everyone in the seat majesticly.

History has been falsified again.

Chapter 202

However, everyone present had no special reaction, as if all along, the eight seats in their memory were now Tavernaar.

In fact, if Dottore's reminder hadn't magnified the slight incongruity he felt, even he would have believed in his own memory.

The expression of the clown under the half-mask has remained unchanged. He has experienced many incidents, even the destruction of the motherland, and all emotions can be well hidden by him now.

At least on the surface, he is still a majestic and calm commander.

"I'm responsible for Sumeru's God's Heart, so what about Fontaine and Nata, won't they wait until the dust of Sumeru settles before starting to act?"

The doctor tapped his fingers on the table with a leisurely gesture.

"The leader who coordinates the abyss, and his blood relatives, they are both variables and opportunities. I don't deny your idea of ​​using each other, but I think that after the tit-for-tat confrontation of three countries, the traveler who is still walking outside should at least Be alert."

Tavernaar rolled his eyes, it seemed that the doctor hoped that things could be accelerated, and the clown was not in a hurry, why did he have such a change in attitude?

"Fontaine, we still need to wait, now is not the time." The puppet sat on the arm of her huge mechanical puppet, and responded to the doctor indifferently.

"Forcing that one to make a choice?" The doctor smiled, and there was no lack of contempt in his tone, and the puppet was not angry. Judging by her expression, it was not even sure whether she had listened to the words.

"I will rekindle that flame. You don't need to worry about Nata's matter, Dottore, what you have to do now is to bring back the God Heart of Sumi and Inazuma." The captain saw Dr. Turning to himself, before he could speak, he gave an answer in advance.

So the doctor continued to smile and look away, his eyes drooping, he no longer said anything about these two things, but looked at his plate with a brisk tone: "Wait any longer, it will be a waste of food."

Tavernal could feel that the atmosphere on the table had changed, and it was no longer so depressing and dull.

"I'll talk about the work later, everyone, you're welcome, enjoy your meal." The clown then announced the opening of the table.

Tavernal ate his portion of food without making a sound, without even taking his eyes off the plate.

She was thinking of other things.

With the help of the peculiarity of the golden sea under the abyss, she had a brief exchange with the Ice Queen, and while knowing many secrets, she also received new instructions.

What should be done to leave the history of King Dacishu alive?

Is it just the records of the "Book of Narratives" enough?The content of this book is not affected by the world history revision mechanism, and the lady still retains her name on the page to this day.

What about going one step further?

What would happen if the history of King Dacishu was preserved directly in the real world and she was not allowed to erase the traces of her own existence from the World Tree?

Does it mean that it violates the previous principle of not easily changing the future plot, and will it attract Sky Island's attention?

Tavernaar hesitated, this question cannot be directly answered from the Ice Queen, and under normal circumstances, the Queen is also subject to certain restrictions, and she cannot give hints or answers to questions of this level.

Because judging from the previous exchange, the restrictions on the gods belonged to the mental level, and just the outpouring of thoughts could trigger the alarm.

"Partner, what are you thinking, you can't do without a good meal."

Dadalia's voice awakened Tavernar, and her eyes regained focus.

Only then did she realize that the steak on the plate had been cut into many small pieces by her with a knife and fork, and if she didn't stop, it would soon be minced meat.

"Some little things." Tavernall forked the piece of meat into his mouth, and added in his mind, such as a hundred ways to make Sky Island pay attention to you.

She scanned the surroundings and found that when she was in a daze, everyone had almost eaten.

Putting aside her worries in advance, she still hasn't forgotten her initial plan.

Tavernal reopened her snack box, and the flower-shaped snacks lay in the box, which looked cute and looked delicious.

Columbia propped up her body, "Snacks? I'll do it~"

She seems to be very keen on things like snacks, and has made no secret of her interest since then.

Generally, the person who divides the food will leave his own portion at the end and come back to eat after the distribution is over. I just found an excuse to stop it.

Thinking of this, Tavenal handed over the box readily.

Sure enough, Columbia didn't eat her share of snacks at the beginning, but put them on the empty plate in the seat, and then began to walk around the table with light steps.

"Piero, this is yours, please take it~"

The smiling Colombian stretched out the box, and Piero would not deliberately put on airs on this occasion. His majesty comes from the inside, and there is no need to show anything through the arrogance of his posture.

Inserting a piece of dessert with a knife and fork in a bland manner, Piero nodded to Colombia as a thank you, and then put the snack into his mouth.

Then he saw Taverner not far away looking at him.

Do you want to know your own evaluation of dim sum?Really childish.

"Very good." So Piero nodded towards Tavernal.

However, he saw that Taverna's expression became more and more weird.

Today's young people are weird.

While Piero was eating his snack, Colombia had already walked up to the doctor.

"If there is any poison in it, we will probably see the news that all the executive officers of the Fools were killed tomorrow. It's really a simple way."

The doctor said something jokingly, but he ate the snack naturally.

With the clown leading the way, not to mention that he is not afraid of any poison.

The rest of the people looked at the doctor with different expressions.

The doctor seemed to take a deep breath, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said with a pleasant expression, "It's really delicious. I don't know if you made it yourself at home or bought it from outside. Is there any leftover?"

Then came the captain. The captain didn't eat, and the food that belonged to him on the table didn't move, "I'll take it back with me later."

Knowing his habit of sleeping and eating with his soldiers, Columbia naturally went to the next one.

Although the puppet had a cold expression, she still gave Columbia a face. She twisted a small piece, took a small bite, and then frowned slightly.

"It's too sweet for me." She suppressed the urge to spit it out, maintained a slight alienation on her face, and glanced at the doctor, the clown and others in a dark way.

Then I saw the doctor hooked the corner of his mouth to her.

it is more than words.

Everyone is the type who will tear off other people's umbrellas after being exposed to the rain. ap.

The rooster and the rich man sat next to each other and ate the pastry at about the same time.

The taste of unsuspecting horror erupted on the tip of their tongues. The two pushed their glasses one after another, and a sinister white light flashed across the lenses.

"Thank you for the hospitality." The rich man smiled and looked up at Tavernaar, his eyes slightly opened a slit.

"You're welcome, I still have it at home." Tavernar looked back indifferently, the sparks at the intersection of his eyes were fleeting.

The rooster wiped his mouth, but couldn't open it.

He was afraid that he would not be able to spit out what was in his mouth when he opened his mouth. The little old man felt that his mentality was a hundred years old, and young people didn't really talk about martial arts.

The servant vaguely sensed a trace of uneasiness brewing in the air.

"This is a new skill that Alina has learned." Tavernaar added to her.

Alina was a child who went out of Hearth House, and the moment the name came out, the servant's eyes softened.Don't worry anymore, put the snack in your mouth with confidence.

Her figure trembled slightly, and her dangerous eyes swept over everyone including Tavernaar.

What responded to her was the different looks of the other executives, and the scene was full of joy.

The last is the son.

Without persuasion, young people who are not deeply involved in the world have long been obsessed with dim sum.

He ate it, his expression dull.

Chapter 203 Some People's Awesome Taste

How did that farce end?

The young master sat on the ground blankly on the spot, his eyes lost their expression.

Tavernal didn't have time to stop Columbia, and watched her swallow the snack with a smile, and then asked Tavernal why his face was so strange.

Facing her and the clown above, Tavenal gave a thumbs up sincerely as if they were all right.

After the meeting, seeing a few glances at him intentionally or unintentionally, Tavenal was very self-aware, and immediately deduced that the family had taken a step ahead.

Dadalia walked at the end with heavy steps, like a wandering soul in a daze.

As soon as the rich man left the house, his subordinates brought him hot tea. It was his habit to rinse his mouth with tea after a meal. Unexpectedly, this time the accident came in handy and he began to drink tea all the time.

The rooster and puppet who walked with him for a short distance cast vague glances from time to time, but the rich man completely ignored the past and got into the carriage by himself.

The puppet twisted the head of the small mechanical toy in his hand, with a frosty expression.

The captain walked back with the packed food, and he was not surprised by the slightly strange behavior of his colleagues today-most of the time, it is normal to be strange.

"The executive officers left very quickly this time, and I don't see them talking about the past after dinner."

"And you don't talk much, are you sick?"

The two waiters did not forget to whisper while cleaning the banquet hall. Seeing the figure of the clown passing through the door frame outside the corridor, they quickly silenced and worked quickly.

Piero stared straight ahead, walked through many corridors and halls, and came to the side hall where the Ice Queen met her subordinates in private.

The Ice Queen sits on a softly cushioned chair surrounded by scattered nuts and gears, with a screwdriver in her hand and drawings floating around her.

On the front bracket is a machine with a unique structure, with thin and dense wires hanging from it and an air bag that is constantly shrinking and expanding. The color is dark red, and there are many mysterious lines engraved on it.

"What is the taste of the snacks given by Tavernal?"

The Ice Queen's voice was not as meticulous as it was when she spoke to the outside world, or rather, it was precisely because of her current light clothing and less-than-majestic movements that lessened the chilling feeling.

Now she looks more like an unsmiling technician, the kind who can make some small jokes.

"Your Majesty, you know that my sense of taste has gradually become alienated over the years, and my sense is not accurate."