"I really want to eat tofu pudding, but if I order it now, that little elf will definitely laugh at me. What should I do? This is so annoying." Dracula looked at Bluer, who was sitting to his left in front of him, and thought to himself with some hesitation. He glanced at the picture of tofu pudding on the menu and could already feel his mouth watering.
"If I speak a little softer, he shouldn't notice, right?" After hesitating for a while, Dracula finally made up his mind, raised his hand to signal Yabemia to come over, and whispered, "One serving of Savory Tofu Pudding, and one serving of Braised Chicken Rice."
"Okay, please wait a moment." Yabemia nodded with a smile. She had a deep impression of this vampire demon who had been exposed for eating grass for many days during the negotiations between the dragon and demon races.
"Uncle Bat, did you order Savory Tofu Pudding? Too bad the restaurant doesn't have any grass." Amy appeared beside Dracula at some point, smiling at him.
The surrounding customers all turned to look at Dracula with interest. He had previously said he would never eat vegetarian food, but tofu pudding seemed to be made from soybeans, which made it vegetarian.
"This little one is a demon! Just like that one back then, a demon even more terrifying than a demon!" Dracula raised his eyebrows and stared at Amy, vaguely seeing the figure of another elf in her smile, leaving an indelible mark on his memory.
"There are a few small shrimp in the Savory Tofu Pudding. Actually, I ordered it because of those shrimp. Of course, as a gentleman, I would never waste food." Dracula said with a dry cough and a straight face.
"A vegetarian vampire, that's quite a rare sight." Bluer turned back to look at Dracula with a half-smile.
"Little guy, why have you been so hostile towards me from the very beginning? It seems we haven't met before, have we?" Dracula asked Bluer with some confusion, his eyes slightly narrowed. As a demon and the progenitor of vampires, he also had his own bottom line and temper.
The guests' gazes fell on Bluer with some worry. Although they laughed along, but no one dared to directly mock Dracula. After all, he had dared to fly openly over the Chaos City, which meant he had at least level eight strength.
"His strength should be that of a level seven mage, while Dracula's strength is level nine. If the two of them were to clash, he would have no chance of winning." Sally looked at Dracula with some worry. She didn't have much affection for demons either. Although she didn't know Bluer, but she definitely didn't want him to be bullied by demons.
"Do we need any reason for the animosity between elves and demons?" Bluer's smile was tinged with sarcasm as he looked at Dracula and continued, "During the racial wars of yesteryear, the demons allied with the orcs to invade the Wind Forest and slaughtered countless elves. Don't you have any idea how many? Some things may be buried with the passage of time, but in the hearts of some people, they will never be forgotten."
"Very well, I accept that reason, so I allow you to treat me this way." Dracula glanced at Bluer with some surprise, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.
"Never forgotten?" Sally looked at Bluer, a thoughtful look on her face. She knew a little about the history of the racial war. At the beginning of the war, the elves, who were not good at fighting, suffered a blow that almost wiped them out. Only after that, under the leadership of the queen, did they slowly resist the attacks of demons and orcs and regain control of the Wind Forest after hundreds of years.
"Such a thing will never happen again. The elves are stronger than ever before." Sally thought to herself. With their powerful army, the elves were now strong enough to contend with any other race and no longer needed to worry about the Wind Forest being breached again.
"But judging from this, he might be from the Wind Forest. I just don't know if he recognized me or if he will send this message back?" Sally looked at Bluer with a slightly nervous expression.
"You certainly can be considered a gentleman." Bluer said, staring at Dracula for a moment before nodding slightly and turning away without saying another word.
"I am naturally a gentleman, the most gentlemanly vampire in the world." Dracula nodded with a hint of pride.
"Then Uncle Bat is very handsome." Amy said with a smile.
"Little girl, I like your honest praise." Dracula nodded with satisfaction at Amy.
"But compared to my Daddy, you are still far inferior." Amy said with a smile.
"So, should I still be happy?" Dracula's expression was a little strange, this little girl never played by the rules.
"I think so." Amy nodded.
"Okay, I'm glad." Dracula glanced at Crassus and Yulian's back, forced a smile, and nodded.
As the dishes were served one after another, the guests began to enjoy the food. Constantine kept trying to find a topic to talk about, but Bluer was too aloof, just like Cheryl at noon, as if she treated him as if he didn't exist, making him unsure of how to start.
Bluer quietly finished his meal, the delicious food bringing him unparalleled enjoyment. Even though it was his second time eating it, he was still amazed.
Putting down his spoon, Bluer looked at the plate, which was completely empty of rice, straightened his clothes, and gestured, "Check, please."
"I'll treat you today," Constantine said, quickly swallowing the last bite of fried rice and hurriedly reaching for his purse.
"I am Bluer • Bebili." Bluer stood up and handed a dragon coin to Sally.
Sally's outstretched hand froze instantly. She stared at Bluer, her pupils dilating rapidly, and the water element around her body even became somewhat chaotic, as if it was about to erupt.
"Don't rush into a fight. I'm not here to fight you today. If you don't mind, we can talk after the restaurant closes tonight." Bluer said calmly to Sally.
Sally gave Bluer a deep look, hesitated for a moment, then the pale blue light on her hand faded, and the ripples of water element around her body subsided. She took the dragon coin from Bluer's hand, and nodded slightly, saying, "Okay."
"Then I'll wait for you." Bluer withdrew his hand and turned to walk towards the restaurant.
"I…you…I'll pay too." Constantine stared at the scene in disbelief, still a little confused. Bluer, who had just been asking him about Aisha suddenly seemed to know Miss Aisha very well. But he quickly paid the bill and hurried out the door.
"It seems he really is from the Wind Forest. I wonder if Sally will leave?" In the kitchen, Mai Ge looked at Sally, who seemed a little uneasy, and showed some concern.