Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

If Tavernaar doesn't come back, what will she eat today?

Is she going to forage for food by herself?

wrong!

Yamon was alerted, this must be Tavernal's test for her, once she was about to slap something that was not on the plate, Tavernal would jump out from a dark corner and catch her.

Don't be fooled, Yamon warned himself, wiped the drool that drool while sleeping, and took a deep breath.

Touching his empty stomach, Yamon slumped on the chair and thought about his breakfast, lunch and dinner.

After thinking for a long time, a flash of light flashed through her mind.

By the way, yesterday afternoon, I met a bully, and the bully said that she can go to the room with a lot of dishes next time.

With an idea, Yamon quickly acted.

She quickly stood up, turned around, opened and closed the door, all in one go.

Follow the familiar path through the corridor on the first floor to the stairs.

She was about to go upstairs, but was attracted by the scene at the exit.

Putting aside the foraging plan for the time being, Yamon passed the few people blocking the door and stepped onto the deck.

Thick and dense fog covered the sky, and they flowed silently, with a damp feeling.

"What a big fog!"

A few steps away, a human child was riding on his father's shoulders, reaching out and waving in the dense fog in the air, trying to catch the fog with his hands.

As for the farther distance, only shadowy figures can be seen looming in the dense fog.

Yamon walked towards the fence in the direction he remembered. On the way, he met a few people who suddenly came out of the fog. Yamon's reaction was flat, but those people were startled by Yamon's sudden appearance, and some of them cursed.

Ignoring these people, Yamon came to the fence.

The sea in the distance is no longer visible, just like the sky is hidden in the thick fog. I leaned out on tiptoes and looked down. I can only see five or six meters down with difficulty. Even this is uncertain. The rows of windows were constantly appearing and disappearing with the rising and falling of the mist.

Without reference, the ship seems to be sailing in a small independent space, losing contact with the original world.

Yamon felt that something was wrong, it was something like intuition and premonition that Tavenal often said.

Yameng has always been not good at this kind of ethereal concept, she always does whatever she wants.

You don't even need to think about whether that thing can be done, anyway, if you can't do it, Tavernall will stop her.

Only now, Tavernaar is no longer here.

After losing the external brain, Yamon finally started to try to turn his head.

She herself didn't realize it.

However, independent thinking is not achieved overnight. Yameng just thought for a few seconds, and felt that all kinds of things seemed to be spinning in circles before her eyes, and she became more and more confused.

The hunger responded to her at the right time, and it was only then that Yamon remembered what he came out to do in the first place.

She turned and walked back.

"It's foggy weather, go out cautiously, passengers please lock the doors and windows, pay attention to safety..."

As soon as he reached the stairs, Yamon heard the sound of the radio above his head, repeating reminders to ask people to go back to the room and wait quietly, and not to go on the deck unless necessary.

Yes, in such weather, if children get lost on the deck, it will indeed increase various risks.

Not to mention children, even adults, if they accidentally fall out of the fence and fall into the sea, no one will see them.

Yamon ignored the announcement to remind people to stay in the room as much as possible, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

There was also some fog in the aisle with the door that opened and closed under the stairs, but it was obviously much better than the situation on the deck where no one could be seen seven steps away.

Through the return corridor, Yamon saw the room and the bodyguard at the door again.

Chapter 154 The Chosen Ones

The bodyguard at the door also saw Yamon at the same time.

Of course he remembered the girl who was brought in by his employer yesterday.

Just as he was about to say something, the bodyguard suddenly realized that Yamon at the other end of the corridor had disappeared in just a blink of an eye.

On the outer wall, thin mist was still drifting in through the window that was not closed tightly.

What about people?

The bodyguard rubbed his eyes in disbelief, wondering if he was hallucinating.

What about people?

Watching the bodyguard in front of the door disappear in an instant, Yamon blinked uncertainly.

After only a few seconds of confusion, she walked to the door, and no one stopped her, and no one spoke to her.

Tried to push the door, it didn't lock.

The well-maintained door hinges turned silently, and the two heavy doors were easily pushed open.

In the room, more than twenty people were already in a panic, and they were discussing something intensely.

"I saw them just now, what's going on?"

"More than ten people just disappeared like this? Baron Ivan, you should give us an explanation!"

Their tone was agitated, and they were deeply worried about their personal safety.

"Please calm down, I will send someone to investigate this matter as soon as possible, please wait patiently..."

Ivan had calm blue-green eyes, but he still tried his best to maintain an elegant and kind appearance, trying to stabilize the chaos.

Behind him, by the window on the side of the wall, a tall woman was sitting at a small round table with one hand on her chin, looking bored at the white expanse outside the window.

Regarding the commotion behind her, the corners of her mouth curled up indifferently.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Like dropping a drop of water into a hot oil pan, these calm nobles suddenly found a "solution" and no longer listened patiently to Ivan's explanation, they flocked back and forth to the open door.

"Your Excellency the Baron, I will wait in the room with my family for your answer. Before that, I will stay on the sidelines for our cooperation until your answer satisfies me."

An old-fashioned aristocrat is about to leave with his wife and daughter.

"Your Excellency the Baron, let's all calm down. There is no need to rush for success in the joint venture."

Immediately someone followed behind to chime in.

This group of scum who follow the wind!

Ivan's face darkened, and he turned his head towards the door unkindly, wanting to see who was so ignorant to choose this time to come in.

He wants the sightless...

"Mengmeng, are you here?"

The expression on his face changed instantly, and he glanced at a person passing by Yamon's side in a blink of an eye, and drew a cross in the cleaning list in his heart.

One minute later, there were only three people left in the huge banquet hall.

Yamon, Ivan, and the tall woman at the window over there.

"Sure enough, it's unrealistic to count on those people, my dear brother, take a look, how many... of your allies are left at this moment."

The woman by the window finally turned around, and her tone was quite pleasant, especially when she finally said how many were left.

It's just that Yamon by the door made her tone a little turbulent.

"Oh, it's this lovely commoner lady. Why, have you decided to trust my reliable brother?"

The woman got up and approached, and stopped a few steps away from Yamon.

"My name is Zoya." She made a brief introduction, "I'm this sister."

"I'm Mengmeng." Yamon already had experience in what to say when meeting humans for the first time.

"Are you here to attend a decadent party among the nobles? What a pity, there is a little accident now, and many people suddenly disappeared in front of us without a trace. Everyone is panicking now, and the party has been cancelled."

Zoya smiled kindly, and Yamon tilted his head incomprehension.

And Zoya's implied malicious words towards her brother have not completely ended, "Everyone thinks that the disappearance of those people has something to do with my dear brother, after all, he is the one who reserved the venue, and he is also the one who organizes the party every day. Everything about the room, even if it is me, is far less than my brother's understanding."

"Mengmeng, what do you think?"

Before Yamon could respond, Ivan interrupted Zoya's slander with a smirk.

"Enough." His eyes were serious, but his face was as gentle and polite as he faced Yamon at that time.

"Zoya, you have heard too many gossips during your stay in the country, and you have been influenced by them. They are the people you care about, and I don't want to get into the details with them. Please be more cautious in your words and deeds."

Zoya heard the unique threat in these words, snorted, turned her head and stopped talking.

Then, Ivan turned to Yamon, "I'm sorry to let you see this messy scene, but although there was an accident at the banquet, the food I prepared before is still there, and you should be more interested in them."

Yamon grinned, "Thank you."

Except for the sound of chewing, the atmosphere in the room was solemn.

Ivan tried to contact his subordinates, but neither the servants who had been hiding in the hidden part of the banquet hall nor the bodyguards outside the door disappeared.

His people are gone.

In the collective disappearance ten minutes ago, it wasn't just the dozen or so guests who disappeared.

Standing at the door, there is silence outside the corridor, only thin clouds and mists slowly lingering and flowing in the corridor.

He closed the door again.

Zoya sat on a single sofa farthest from them, stroking the tassels on the armrest with her fingers.

It feels soft and has a faint fragrance, as if a lady just got up and still has a little perfume left.

There were footsteps behind her, and Zoya raised her head vigilantly, and saw Ivan walking towards her.

Zoya was silent until Ivan spoke.

"Since you have such a sense of justice, take care of Mengmeng for me, I'm going out temporarily."

"Oh, you really care about her. When are you going to reveal your true colors this time?"

Although Zoya wanted to continue verbal stimulation, Ivan's previous threat had an effect.

She lowered her voice so that only the two of them could hear the conversation.

"Something's wrong." Ivan pressed his right palm with his left hand. His action made Zoya's eyes flash and her eyebrows raised.

"I'll go out and make sure." Ivan closed his eyes, as if he was trying to control something. On his neck, there were bulges the size of little fingers, which looked like blood vessels, but they were obviously wriggling.

Yamon's hand that stuffed something into his mouth stopped in mid-air, he didn't notice anything, and turned his head silently.

The ice blue eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Ivan's figure with his back to her in confirmation.

Chapter 155

Ivan left the banquet hall, leaving behind Yamon and Zoya.

Without Ivan by her side, Zoya no longer tied her hands and feet, got up slowly, and walked to the side of Yamon who was still eating at the table.

"Listen to my advice, stay away from my brother, if you don't want to end up disappearing from the world."

Yamon swallowed the food in his mouth and asked in confusion, "Why?"

"He is not as friendly as you seem on the surface. Do you know what happened to the women he was interested in before you?"

The corners of Zoya's slightly curved mouth and the sharp eyes are telling the dark and cruel truth invisibly. If she is a human being with normal cognition, she will definitely feel the hair stand on end at the implication of her words at this moment.

Yamon was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Zoya's smile restrained.

She could see that Yamon was sincerely asking, not pretending not to understand, nor secretly sarcastic.

This person is like a little princess who is well protected by her parents. She doesn't know the dangers of the world, and she has never seen how inhuman things nobles can do for some ridiculous reasons.

This is a pure white paper.

Zoya suddenly understood Ivan.