Why does it seem like she owes her a life? After all, she doesn't have to make a deal with me, and it would be easier to just let Lina stab me." Donald complained to Ayers.

Ayres smiled and patted Donald on the shoulder: "It's great that you think so. Donald, I think you owe this lady nothing wrong. Being able to talk to them is the dream of many people.

And you, you can even owe her one more time, what a wonderful relationship, if I were you, I could boast about it for a year."

Just as he said this, the door to the canteen was pushed open. Donald and Ayers looked back at the same time, and saw a prairie elf dressed like an ordinary person walking in.

"You're very old." Ayres said softly.

Donald nodded, indicating that he understood - the older the grassland elf is, the stronger he becomes. This one seems harmless to humans and animals. If there is a fight, maybe he will take out a shotgun from the space bag, and then become an avatar.

A legendary hunter whose bullets are tracked when fired.

"Little Amy, prepare a serving of rice and braised pork for me, and ask Old Fam to prepare a large pot of set food for me. I will bring food to the young men."

This old prairie elf didn't look like he was looking for trouble, which made both Donald and Ayers heave a sigh of relief.

I thought it was because I had stolen their warehouse last time. Donald sighed deeply in his heart - if he was discovered this time, Donald would have to get used to a life of escape in the next few years.

But Mr. Ayers, why do you need to breathe a sigh of relief?

Could it be that... your attack on little Amy happened?

That's great, it's better for a guy like you to be killed earlier.

Just as he was thinking this, Donald saw the old man walking over.

Looking for Ayers?

Donald thought subconsciously, and then noticed the old man staring at him.

He turned around and glanced at Ayers, and found that this guy had slipped to the door.
Chapter completed!