After the two talked for a while, the young waitress came to the table carrying a tray.
"Mr. Rossby, your order has arrived."
"Just leave it at No. 76, and the money will be credited to my account first."
"Well, okay."
Defoe Rossby picked the last piece of half-cooked beef on the plate into his mouth with a dagger, then he put away the dagger and stood up, turning his back to the boy and said:
"I will take you on a mission tomorrow, and I will explain the details to you then."
"Okay."
The young man nodded and watched the man in black robe leave. When he left, Defoe still had the same cold expression. It seemed that he had not won the other person's favor during the conversation, which made him a little uneasy.
Mirella, who was standing next to him, smiled and said, "It seems that you interest Mr. Rozby very much?"
The young man said with a puzzled look, "Eh? Is that so? I don't think he is interested in me."
"No?"
Mirela kept smiling. She looked at the string of doorbells that were "dinging" when Rossby left. Then she leaned next to the boy and whispered: "Mr. Rossby is a very cold person.
Although he is very reliable, he does not like human contact with him."
"Um? Isn't he human himself?"
This young woman whom he had just met suddenly leaned towards the boy. Having been single for many years, he felt slightly uncomfortable, so the boy leaned to the other side and distanced himself.
"No, Mr. Rossby is a half-elf."
When Mirela saw the young man suddenly move to the other side, she mistakenly thought that the young man was inviting her to sit here, so she unceremoniously sat down next to the young man.
"Um...I can't tell at all. He doesn't have any elf characteristics, does he?"
So close.
The young man's arm was pressed against the waist of the waitress. Although there was a layer of clothing between her, the warm and elastic touch still came through.
However, compared to the boy's embarrassment, Mirela herself did not care. She continued: "If there is cross-race reproduction, the characteristics of the offspring will generally be closer to the father. Mr. Rossby's father is a human, and his mother
It's a night elf."
"Does he actually have night elf blood?"
After hearing this information, the young man couldn't help but be stunned. For the young man, "night elf" is indeed a sensitive word.
After all, the outrageously strong "Butterfried" he knew was a night elf.
"Yes? Mr. Rozby doesn't like people mentioning his ancestry, so you should not ask him such questions in person, otherwise the consequences may be... very serious."
Mirela said the last word very seriously. It seemed that someone had already done this, and it caused a lot of trouble. As for the specific situation, the young man who cherished his life did not want to know.
Looking back now, Defoe Rossby's skin does tend to be dark and yellow, closer to bronze. I originally thought it was tanned by running around outside, but after all, assassins are not a profession that sweats in the sun, and the tanned skin is tanned.
The skin should be a normal wheat color.
From this point of view, Defoe Rossby does have something in common with the night elves. It should be true that he has night elf blood. In that case, this Defoe Rossby will probably also have some night elf bloodline abilities.
.
The Night Elves are a race whose talents are extremely good at lurking and assassination. Even the profession of "Shadowthorn" was founded by the Night Elves. Many brilliant killers are inextricably related to the Night Elves.
So the strength of Defoe Rossby, a killer with night elf blood, is indeed a bit curious.
Mirella looked at the boy beside her who seemed to be thinking about something, and asked softly: "Are you going to go on a mission with Mr. Rozby?"
"Uh-huh."
The boy was a little doubtful whether he should discuss the killer mission with an unrelated store clerk, but there was no harm in thinking about it.
There is no possibility that the other party will be detrimental to them. If they cannot be trusted by the killers, these people will not be able to open a shop in Fenduo.
"Sister Mirela, do you have any advice for me?"
"I don't know what to say, after all, I am not one of you."
Mirela frowned and thought for a while as she spoke, then she smiled and said in a brisk tone:
"But Mr. Rossby is a reliable person. As long as you do what he asks, there will generally be no problems."
"Um."
Gu~
Just as the young man responded, his stomach started to growl.
"Haha, rather than this, do you want to eat something first?"
Of course, Mirela resolved the awkward atmosphere with her friendly laughter.
"Okay."
The hungry boy turned his attention to the meal in front of him. The food on this plate contained three dishes and one soup, and the staple food was oatmeal. If you want to chat about "The Second Trial" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu" on WeChat
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