An Unexpected Person

"So?" Winnie tilted her head, puzzled by the meaning of Suika's long speech.

"You're right. As long as you're strong enough, no one will dare to mess with you."

But I hope that great power is used to protect those who need protection, not to bully ordinary people who are already struggling.

Suika said earnestly.

Tony and his wife, who were following behind, nodded in agreement after hearing Suika's words.

Winnie nodded, seemingly understanding.

Of course, Suika doesn't need to understand this now. After all, she's only five or six years old, and it's unrealistic to expect a child of that age to grasp any profound truths.

After a tiring afternoon walk, the group found a nicely decorated restaurant by the river and went inside.

Suika entered the room first, looked around and found it empty except for one or two seats occupied. She then sniffed the air, checked the time, and before the waiter could come over, she pushed the others out.

"Hmm, what's wrong? The store looks pretty nice!" Tony asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Look at the time. It's lunchtime. Logically speaking, a shop with this kind of decor shouldn't be without customers."

As you can see, the surrounding shops are at least bustling with people, if not full, but this shop only has a handful of customers.

Is it strange that this happened so soon?

"This is Kawaleriel, the capital of Kazimierz, and with so many tourists during the festival, why is no one eating here?"

As she spoke, Suika looked up at the entrance.

"Sami Charm"

She then recalled the smell she had when she entered the shop, and realized why there weren't many people there anymore.

"'Sami Charm'? Does this place sell Sami food? I remember Sami isn't too far from Kazimierz, so why would the people here reject Sami food?"

"It's not easy for us to come out here, and news from Sami is even scarcer; it's a very mysterious country. Why don't we give this a try? Since we can start operating here, I don't think it can be too bad..."

Tony was a bit skeptical; he felt that since they were out having fun, it would be best to see more of the world.

Although the Sami are located in the north and are difficult to access, learning about this mysterious country through their food is something to brag about when you return.

Seeing this, Suika knew it wouldn't be good to continue obstructing them, so she said...

"How about this, you guys go eat first, I'll go sit at that ice cream shop over there. I've had the pleasure of learning about the local specialties of Sami, but I haven't yet developed the courage to eat them."

"Look at what you're saying. After all, it's a national characteristic, how could it be..."

Ten minutes later, the family stared at the Sami specialty dish, known as "Pickled Fowlbeast," with grim expressions.

"Father, I think Suika is right. I really can't bring myself to eat this kind of food..." Anthony said with a pained expression.

Winnie buried her head in her mother's arms in terror, trying to avoid eating the food.

Tony could only look at his wife.

"Honey, look..."

"I'm not hungry, you eat..."

Those few simple words were like a sharp sword piercing Tony's chest.

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of the Great Yan proverb, "Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately."

Under the watchful eyes of the three (Winnie peeks out from her mother's arms), he devoured a Pickled Fowlbeast with a death wish.

He then chewed it without changing his expression, occasionally making a look that he was surprised at how delicious it was.

This left Anthony somewhat incredulous for a moment.

"Is this thing really edible?" He looked at his father and received an affirmative nod.

I remembered that when I was chatting with Suika before, she mentioned that there was a kind of food in Lungmen called stinky tofu. It smelled pungent and smelly, but tasted delicious.

Seeing how much my father enjoys eating it, I wonder if it's something like stinky tofu?

Filled with curiosity, he picked up a piece with his fork, mustered his courage, and put it in his mouth, only to have his expression change immediately.

"Ugh, vomit..."

As he did so, his father beside him also spat out the Pickled Fowlbeast from his mouth.

"Ugh... Give me water, quick, give me water..." Tony reached out to his wife for help.

Linda picked up the water glass, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the glass next to her, poured the water into it, and handed it to him.

"Don't even think about kissing me for a week, and you're not allowed to kiss Winnie either..."

Faced with the choice of either rinsing his mouth but having to stay away from his wife and daughters, or enduring the bizarre, pungent smell that assaulted his senses, Tony was forced to agree to his wife's unequal treaty.

After dropping off the money, the group fled the shop, a place they would never set foot in again.

"Looks like we're lucky; they bought each of you a large glass of chilled Watermelon juice."

Let's change our mood! I saw a music restaurant/bar run by Leithanien over there, how about we try it out?

After taking a large gulp of the chilled Watermelon juice handed to them by Suika, Tony and his son felt as if they had returned from hell to earth.

It might sound a bit strange to eat hometown food abroad after traveling all that way.

But the Tony family now has no desire to pursue the unknown or seek thrills they've never experienced in other countries.

On the contrary, I really miss my familiar food.

Therefore, when Suika made this suggestion, she instantly received unanimous approval from all four voters.

Facing the familiar food in front of him, Tony shed tears of regret.

Linda then recounted with a smile what happened to the four of them in that shop.

"Oh, if Anthony was fooled by Uncle Tony, how come you weren't?" Suika asked curiously.

"I've been married to him for so many years, how could I not know what kind of person he is?"

If it were truly delicious, he wouldn't chew it for so long...

Linda rolled her eyes when the topic came up.

Chapter 254 An Unexpected Person

Anthony, standing nearby, recalled the scene: his mother reached out and tightly grabbed his younger sister's hand, covering her eyes to prevent her from trying the "delicious" food, which she too had become interested in.

However, he watched helplessly as he swallowed that horrible thing.

He looked at his mother with a face full of grief and indignation.

So, does love disappear?

"No, no, no, because Winnie is sleeping with me tonight, and I don't want her breath to smell weird..." Linda said calmly after taking a sip of Watermelon juice.

"Besides, if you hadn't been so curious, your father's clumsy trick wouldn't have had a chance to fool you at all..."

By the end, he was almost rolling his eyes from the smell, but you didn't notice...

Linda educated her son at the right time.

"What? Winnie's sleeping with you? What about me?!" Tony asked, looking up after finishing his food.

Linda glanced at her husband with disdain.

"You, go somewhere cool and stay there... People who have eaten that weird stuff are absolutely not allowed to sleep in bed, right, my dear Winnie..."

Winnie nodded after hearing her mother's words, making Tony feel like his little darling was letting in some cold air.

After a somewhat unorthodox Leithanien meal in Kawaleriel, they finally felt alive again.

As for what happened before, let it remain a part of history.

Even Tony, who hoped to have more to show off to his colleagues when he got back, planned to forget about it forever.

Otherwise, just thinking about it... ugh.

After dinner, she did some light exercise, and as it was getting late, Suika prepared to say goodbye to the others.

"Sister Suika, will we have a chance to meet in the next few days?" Winnie asked, holding Suika's hand.

Suika stroked her chin and then said

"There's a bar called 'The Terrifying Martin' at the end of Golden Feather Avenue. I go there whenever I have time. You can come find me there."

"Or, contact me later!" Suika pointed to her phone.

Hearing Suika's words, Winnie smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow, sister!"

After waving goodbye and watching the family leave, Suika leisurely walked towards her hotel.

I sat on the balcony, looking down at the arena.

It was just past lunchtime, but the competition inside the arena was still in full swing.

Looking down from the balcony, people appear as tiny ants, but with a pair of binoculars, catching a glimpse of the game live for free is not a dream.

For example, this is how Suika is made.

After looking around for a while, she casually picked up a bottle of unfamiliar liquor and opened it.

A number of brand-new bottles of liquor were laid out on a table not far away.

Of course, she didn't buy these drinks herself; she found them on the table when she returned home that evening, along with a letter.

The letter writer claimed to be the owner of the hotel. He expressed his regret over what happened to Suika yesterday and, having heard that she enjoyed fine wine, sent her some.

There were also some ice cubes in the refrigerator nearby to accompany her drinks.

Suika expressed great satisfaction with this.

She didn't care how the hotel owner knew her preferences.

When I chatted with people from the Terrifying Martin before, they mentioned that this hotel was a trump card of the Commercial Union.

Since the other party was able to obtain VIP tickets for the first day of the competition hosted by the Commercial Union, they could naturally learn from the waiter what kind of food and drinks she had requested most while trapped in that room.

Food has a time limit and spoils easily if left out for too long, but beverages are different. They can represent the Commercial Union's determination to apologize and also satisfy distinguished guests.

For the management here, it's a small amount of money, and keeping guests satisfied is not a problem at all.

While watching the game, Suika suddenly saw a knight covered in blood being forced along a side path towards a vehicle not far away.

She recognized the knight—it was the Frost Knight that the dead man from yesterday had been so eager to patronize.

Yesterday he was a rising star, but today he looks like a dead dog, utterly pathetic.

Upon seeing him in this state, Suika frowned and then picked up the phone to dial a number.

"Hmm, is there something you need so late?"

"What formidable enemy did the Frost Knight encounter in the arena today?"

"Frost Knight, I checked the schedule, he doesn't have a match today!" came a puzzled voice from the other end of the phone.

"What kind of person is he? Do you know anything about him?"

"I do know a thing or two about that. He's a handsome young man in his early twenties from Ursus, quite talented and very hardworking in his training," the person on the other end of the phone said.

"And what about personality?"

"He has a bit of youthful arrogance, but he's a good person. The instructors at the Knight Training Camp say he has the most ancient knightly spirit."

What is meant by the style of ancient knights? It is rigidity and dogmatism.

In other words, this guy is a very rigid individual.

It seems he was loyal to that man, who thought he was good-looking and skilled, so he used this method to try and make him famous.

But now that his sworn brother is dead, he has become a knight without a master.

Logically speaking, since that person's family spent a lot of money to promote him, they shouldn't give up so easily.

After all, giving up would be equivalent to wasting such a large sum of money.

So what happened?

Suika looked at the Frost Knight, covered in blood, being thrown into the carriage, and then followed him.

The car drove out of the city and stopped on a remote hillside.