I Do Whatever I Want (Continued)

Of course, she did not dare act cute. After thinking it over, Amber hastily retreated a good distance and put on her golden mask. She wanted to turn around and leave, but remembering Otto's instructions, she returned to a spot two hundred meters away from Zhao Bai, not daring to leave or come any closer.

She somehow felt... utterly pathetic.

Durandal frowned. Seeing Amber's appearance, she suddenly had the illusion that she was looking at the Fire Keeper. That outfit specifically covering the eyes had left Durandal with far too much psychological trauma. The moment she saw Amber, it felt as though she had returned to those days of being constantly tormented.

"Ugh~"

The valiant knight suddenly shuddered.

Memories of smashing more than seventy PS4 Pros surged back into her mind.

"Durandal, what's wrong?"

Zhao Bai asked curiously, "Are you too hungry to keep wearing that heavy armor?"

"I'm not Pecorine..."

It seemed Durandal had played "Princess Connect! Re:Dive" during her streams.

Bronya looked at her with an inscrutable gaze, like a kitten guarding its food. Durandal first retorted, then immediately nodded.

"But you're right. My stomach really does feel completely empty."

"Then let's go."

Saint Fontaine had only one Michelin restaurant. If Durandal was hungry, she would definitely sweep through the place like a storm. Michelin restaurants had always been famous for their presentation and elegant atmosphere, and Zhao Bai was somewhat worried...

His concerns were quickly put to rest.

In a dark corner two hundred meters away, the sneaky Amber kept reminding Zhao Bai that he could absolutely order the Michelin chef into the kitchen to bake a thick-crust supreme seafood pizza. If they dared refuse, they could wait to have their Michelin rating revoked.

"Hmm..."

Africa did not really have the concept of signature dishes—or rather, its