Zhang Yong took Freya and Aina out of the church and came to the streets of Brenter.

It seems that because I just experienced a big drama about burning witches, many people were talking about this matter excitedly along the way.

Zhang Yong had some coins from this world in his arms, which he took out from some people's wallets before.

Each person took a little, and they also specifically selected those from wealthy families.

After they came out, they no longer used magic to cover up their own actions, because Zhang Yong had seen that there were people from Dongfangrong in this city.

It seems that in this era, global exchanges may have begun.

Zhang Yong walked on the street and could feel the eyes of the people around him staring at him.

But for more, I will pay attention to Freya behind him.

Although Aina is also very beautiful, the gap is a bit too big compared to Freya.

"It seems you are very popular, Freya."

Zhang Yong laughed softly and said something to Freya.

Freya was still as cold as ice, and she pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, just pretending that there was a response.

Zhang Yong shook his head and didn't say anything more.

She has no self yet and her personality is like an iceberg. It would be great if she could make her respond.

Seeing that the sky was already dark, Zhang Yong was considering whether to live in this city for one night and try it out.

After all, cities during the Industrial Revolution were still slightly different from modern life.

"So, go find a restaurant to have something to eat."

Zhang Yong is preparing to eat some local specialties in the city of this world.

Looking around, I saw a restaurant that was constantly entering and leaving in the distance, and it seemed to be taking into account the functions of accommodation.

It should be a bit of a class, and the surrounding buildings are much worse than that.

"This is the center of the city, it should be the more upscale one in this city."

Zhang Yong thought about it and couldn't help but touch the money in his pocket, not knowing whether the "borrowed" money was enough.

He took Freya and Aina toward the restaurant.

But as he walked, he found that the people around him looked at him with a strange look.

Zhang Yong was too lazy to pay attention to these things. After walking into the restaurant, he found an empty seat and sat down, patted the table and started calling the waiter.

But strangely, after he came in, the restaurant, which was originally noisy, suddenly became silent and looked at him.

The waiter beside him was even more stunned. The menu he was holding was actually broken by him.

"Damn yellow pig, get out of this restaurant!"

The waiter walked over with a flash of anger and humiliation in his eyes. He slapped the table with a slap and roared at Zhang Yong, "Is this a place where a lowly race like you can come?"

As he spoke, he actually wanted to reach out and drive him away.

Listening to the roar of the waiter in front, Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes.

A sudden burst of anger surged in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on the waiter.

At the same time, he could also feel that almost everyone in the restaurant was staring at him with a disgusting look, while whispering and insulting him.

This reminded him of the history he had learned on earth and the discrimination and humiliation that Chinese people had suffered in the West.

I never thought that this world actually exists.

Yes, the two worlds are so similar, and they have reached the juncture of the industrial revolution, and it is really normal for such a situation to occur.

But even so, Zhang Yong still felt anger of being insulted in his heart.

Almost at the same time, the waiter who was waving his hand to drive him away suddenly screamed.

An ice cone that emits cold air penetrated into his mouth from the back of his head.

The bright red blood flowed out in an instant, dyeing the transparent ice cone red, and quickly dripped onto the ground.

This is Freya who came in behind Zhang Yong. She saw someone insulting her master, so she directly killed the other party.

The waiter shook his body and fell to the ground with a bang.

The next moment, many screams rang out in an instant.

The elegant ladies, wearing their lace hats, slid their skirts, ran wildly towards the restaurant gate.

But the next second, an ice crystal wall blocked the door, blocking all those who tried to escape in the restaurant.

Freya's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and white cold air flowed down her body and quickly began to crystallize along the ground.

The frost continued to spread across the surface and around it, and the crackling sound of freezing made everyone present feel the threat of death.

The screams began to stop. The so-called gentleman, the so-called lady, and the so-called superior man were still ugly when he encountered such a terrible scene.

Zhang Yong gently bit the crispy biscuits that were freely decorated on the dining table. With the crunching sound, the mellow wheat fragrance made him nod involuntarily.

The taste is pretty good, and the level is as high as the cooking LV2. Even in later generations, the pastry chef who made this kind of biscuits would have to be paid at least five figures.

"I need to say it a few more times, and the waiter comes to order."

After eating two cookies, Zhang Yong patted the debris in his hand and said in a low voice, "Get over quickly!"

With his voice, countless people couldn't help but look at the rest of the waiters in the restaurant.

They trembled their legs and kept winking on their colleagues, hoping that they could go consciously.

But no one looked at the body of a colleague who fell beside the table, and felt panicked and couldn't even walk.

In this case, they dared not go.

So, they looked at the restaurant manager with a unified look and looked at the restaurant manager.

"You guys, see what I do!"

The manager was also panicked when everyone saw him, but he took a deep breath and calmed down a lot.

Stepping on his soft legs, calming his heart as much as possible, slowly approached Zhang Yong's table, and asked, "Dear guest, what are your instructions?"

“Isn’t it good to do this early?”

Zhang Yong sneered, ignored the other party's respectful expression and said calmly, "Take out your best food."

"Okay, I'll let the kitchen prepare immediately."

The manager suppressed his inner fear and took two steps back before turning around and jogging towards the kitchen.
Chapter completed!