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Mu En's smile did not fade and she said respectfully: "It's a pity that the two distinguished guests, the witch, are not in the store."

The noble's expression was a little uncomfortable, and he said in a low voice: "We have so many people here, and she is not willing to come back to see us?"

Mu En raised his eyebrows. He knew where the boss was, but he was too self-righteous, thinking that the witch would personally entertain him when he came to the far north snowfield.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency! Your food should be on the way. I'll help you hurry up." Mu En found an excuse and ran away quickly, not bothering to talk to the arrogant man.

As soon as he walked out of the ice room, he waved and the paper man waiting outside pushed the dining cart in.

There were only two guests at this table, a count and a great magician dressed in black.

The earl was a little angry, took a sip of hot tea, and slammed the cup on the table, "I don't know how to appreciate it!"

He stared at the paper man, trying to see the look of fear in the other person's eyes. It would be best to run back and call the witch over.

However, the paper man didn't react at all.

The great magician was also observing the paper man. He said "Hey", picked up his staff and threw a magic spell at it. The paper man immediately raised his hand to block it with his energy.

But that magic was so sinister that it actually corroded one of the paper man's arms back to its original shape, which was a piece of white paper.

The count was so frightened by this inhuman scene that he leaned against the back of his chair and did not dare to move.

The paper man moved his paper hand, but remained expressionless. He saluted the noble and said, "Sorry for bringing you a bad dining experience. We will replace him right now."

After saying that, he walked out of the room. After a while, a new paper man came in and continued to help spread the dishes.

The nobleman recovered and asked the great magician: "This is an alchemy item, right?"

The great magician sneered disdainfully, either to the paper man or to the cowardly noble, "Since the witch is not here, let's go back after eating."

"Okay! Actually, I also want to try this legendary hot pot. I've seen the picture in the flyer seven or eight hundred times."

The nobleman talked to himself, switching to foodie mode carelessly, completely ignoring the great magician's unhappiness.

They ordered the copper stove mutton hot pot. After opening the lid, the waiter reminded the two guests that they could have a bowl of mutton soup first.

After finishing the drink, the Earl was full of praise: "There is no mutton smell at all. It's really great to eat mutton in the winter. I feel like I'm getting warmer..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the great magician next to him fell from his chair with a pop.

The earl looked over in surprise, and helped the man up together with the servant. He saw that the great magician's back was tense, his waist was hunched, his head was downward, and his fingers kept digging at his throat.

"What happened? How are you?" the earl shouted with concern.

The great magician rolled his eyes uncomfortably, his stomach churning, as if something was about to rip out his internal organs.

He could only keep gagging until he vomited out the gastric juice. The smell made the clean-minded Earl immediately let go and took a few steps back.

He angrily scolded the waiter: "There's something wrong with your food! Call your boss over now!"

The waiter's attitude was unexpectedly calm and calm. He folded his hands on his lower abdomen and bowed slightly, "There is no problem with the food in our restaurant. Please wait a moment."

"Are you crazy?" The count was horrified.

"What's your conspiracy? Why do you want to harm us! We are great nobles!"

The waiter raised his eyes and said calmly: "Your Majesty the Earl, you also drank the soup, but there is no problem at all. The one who is in trouble is the black magician."

"How can you guarantee that nothing will happen to me...what? Black magician?!"

The Earl's heart was beating wildly at this information. He took a few steps away from the kneeling magician and hid directly behind the waiter.

"Tell me clearly what's going on!"

The waiter opened his mouth to continue to comfort the count who was about to open the door and run away, but he heard the great magician let out several uncomfortable groans, and the struggling movement disappeared completely.

The earl and the waiter both turned to look. The great magician was already unconscious, and a glowing diamond-shaped fragment slowly flew out from the pile of filth.

"Ah, what is that!" the earl screamed, burying his head in the waiter's back.

The waiter was prepared, took out a bottle of cleaning spray, and sprayed the fragments - since the boss wanted to collect this stuff, they had to make it clean to avoid dirtying the boss's hands.

Even the count's servants clung to the wall, far away, while the paper man silently dragged the great magician aside and began to clean.

"Lord Earl, this is a magic mirror fragment made by the devil. As long as any devil believer touches our witch's delicacies, they will be invisible. Please don't be afraid."

The waiter talked for more than ten minutes before letting the frightened Earl return to his seat.

The great magician who was traveling with him as a friend was dragged into the ice and snow by his servant.

The servant breathed hot air into his hands, crossed his arms and prepared to return, but was shocked to find that similar situations were happening in several boxes.

There are four or five counselors, mages, and swordsmen who were abandoned by the nobles. When they were in good times, they could sit at the same table with the nobles and chat and laugh, but once they were abandoned, they were no different from dead people.

The servant clicked his tongue and shook his head, shrinking his neck and ran back to the box.

It was not that the nobles had no doubts, but when they ate the same food, not only did they not suffer any adverse effects, many of them were even able to eat the special nutrients rich in the food because of their magic practice...

——They came all the way to eat hot pot because they had good food from Tracy.

Thanks to the hot pot restaurant, otherwise they would continue to have contact with people with ulterior motives!

These people soon became loyal fans of the hot pot restaurant because they witnessed the secret of the fragments, just like Tracy.

The night in the Arctic is very beautiful, but the nobles have no time to appreciate it. They need to go back and adjust their mood, and leave in a hurry after eating.

Above the hot pot restaurant, the hidden ice and snow castle is brightly lit.

The Snow Queen stood on a balcony, looking down at the bustle of the hot pot restaurant. When the magic flying cars were preparing to take off, she reached out with one hand.

Everyone was cast a blinding spell, and more than a dozen fragments hidden in personal belongings failed to escape in the end. They were all pulled out and flew reluctantly into the palm of the queen.

A few ability users who were temporarily forgotten by the nobles and store clerks were wrapped in the silent wind and snow and swept into the castle.

"Flo, you are responsible for interrogating these people."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"