The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Foreword: Newton and his party, Fitz and James are in advance, Benjamin and Matthew are still in Newton. ? ● ★ 八 ● 一 Chinese network. www.81zw.com ▼ James brought back news that Benjamin encountered the werewolf tribe, and Zac could n’t help with anything.

"No steak." The waitress chewing gum held the pen and looked at Benjamin.

"Rib." Benjamin looked at the dirty menu and continued.

"Neither." Awwwww's chew accompanied the waitress' answer, she raised her hand and dialed a few ring earrings that she would drag onto her shoulders.

"Fish, do you have any fish here." Benjamin dropped the menu and leaned on the chair, staring at the waiter.

"No." The waiter chewed a little bit slower, twitching the corner of his mouth, and answered.

"What do you have." Benjamin was impatient.

"French fries, bacon burger." The waitress looked around, and these two things seemed to be on every table.

Benjamin twitched his lips. "That's all."

"Two copies." The waitress began to write something on the order in her hand, glanced at the young man, the young wolf Matthew, who had been looking around since he entered.

"Three ..." Benjamin looked at the other tables and estimated the weight. "Four."

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"Just two." Benjamin waved his hands impatiently.

The waitress raised an eyebrow and pouted, "We don't provide packing ..."

"I'm hungry." Benjamin frowned, staring at the waitress, "I want my food. Go get my food."

White chewing gum draws a line in the waiter's mouth. The guy tilts his mouth and rolls his eyes. "Drink?" Is not to satisfy Benjamin.

"No." Benjamin moved his body, his face impatient.

"Juice is free." The waitress twisted her waist and changed her posture. "Alcohol is not served for lunch, so juice is free. You don't have to either, the price will not be less."

"That's casual." Benjamin waved his hand.

"Four cups or two cups?" The waitress didn't seem to wink. "The drinks in our shop are free for each person. You only have two people. But you ordered four ..."

Benjamin turned and looked straight at the waitress.

The waitress rolled her eyes. "Two cups." Finally gone.

Benjamin stared at the woman and stood at another table, swiping over the order just recorded Benjamin. ● Eight ▼ One Chinese ?? www.8１zw.com ▲ Start asking the order of new table guests.

Benjamin pursed her mouth and made a deep breathing action, the purpose is to calm herself. But it seems that there is no effect. Benjamin turned away and stared at the empty table in front of him.

"Will they follow?" Matthew said suddenly, and whispered on the not-so-clean desk.

"Yes." Benjamin replied briefly.

"They have been chasing from the Central District to the North District, they will not be lost."

This is not the city of Barton, but Newton. To the east of Newton's central area is the southern area of ​​Barton; to the north of Newton is south. It ’s Barton ’s West; as for Highway 27, it ’s out of Barton ’s South and into Newton ’s South. Barton's claim that he was split from Newton's stomach, not just talking.

"No." Benjamin frowned, and Alpha didn't like being questioned. "I left a trace, and their followers can't ignore it."

"Then they won't catch up with us soon?" Matthew's tone was full of worry, and his body was shaking a little.

"No." Benjamin glanced at Matthew. "I'm very careful. The traces I leave are not directly to us. They will detour. We still have time."

‘They’ are constantly appearing in this dialogue. ‘They’ are, um, wolves. Werewolf tribe, a fully-functioned werewolf tribe, including tracking, reconnaissance, hunting, support ... of course, there is also Alpha, an entire tribe.

Oh, there is ‘we’ in this dialogue. ‘We’ are, uh, Alpha Benjamin and the young wolf Matthew, two.

"Then, that ..." Matthew was still nervous, "Can you remind us of our plan again, me, I'm a little nervous ..."

Benjamin turned his eyes away, frowning, and pulled the corner of his mouth. "We saw the contact of Spella, informing Barton's hunter that he was going to prepare, and then delaying here for a while, entering Barton West and going home."

"So it should be simple and easy ..." Matthew confirmed.

"It's very simple." Benjamin twitched his lips and looked again at the waitress who was still at the other table's ink, patting the table impatiently, "Can you hurry up! I said I'm hungry!"

The waitress gave Benjamin a blind eye.

"Then, that contact of Nasbella ..." Maybe it was really too nervous, Matthew needed to confirm to himself Alphado a few times that "we" was about to start.

"It's not our trouble." Benjamin waved his hands impatiently. "We wait." Benjamin's face was disgusted. "Wait for 'people' to bring him to us."

"If, if" they "..." the new "they", "What if they are not delivered?"

Benjamin stopped talking, tapping his fingers on the table, looking away with no purpose in this kind of restaurant, waiting for food.

Matthew stopped talking for another half day, but still stopped.

For lunch, the time seems a bit early, but Benjamin has noticed that most of the people who come to eat are wearing work clothes and seem to be workers in a factory in Newton North.

The North District of Newton is not a prosperous place. It is a bit like Paisin in Barton. It can be said that loneliness is not an industrialization.

In the geographical location, the Paisin River and the Charles River are attached to the north and south respectively. The factory of the enterprise is built here, so like the Herman factory of Paisin, many people have gathered here to live. But apparently the people here have a greater attitude towards the here than the residents of Pasing in Barton who have a sense of belonging to the Herman factory, and the whole is calmer.

Now it should be the time for the factory lunch break. Benjamin noticed that many people only gave a tip after eating. Obviously the meal cost was already covered by the factory. No wonder this restaurant only has bacon burgers and french fries. Anyway, people want to eat here. Do you need tricks?

Having said that, if it's just this, do you need a waiter?

Benjamin frowned and became impatient again, patting the table, "Can you slow down!"

The waitress opened and closed her chin. Two fingers pinched the chewing gum out of her mouth. She glanced at Benjamin and finally entered the kitchen.

Benjamin shook his head. This Newton trip was terrible. Yesterday, Fitz and James, who was busy with business affairs, were finally beaten away. Benjamin is going home. (To be continued.)