Martin keenly realized that there might be a deeper secret in it, and it is very likely that it has something to do with the warning sound.

Seeing Martin falling into deep thought, Ms. Casan couldn't help but remind: "Okay, Martin, just listen to these things. The sequence of the mind is said to be related to dreams, so I know something."

Martin then asked about the name "Frost City", but Ms. Kassan shook her head and said she had never heard of it.

Before leaving, Martin raised the two books in his hand and asked Casan, "Ms. Casan, can I take them back to read?"

Ms. Kasan smiled and nodded, instructing: "Of course, don't just spread it outside."

“I will pay attention.”

Martin nodded, left Ms. Casan's room and went straight back to the lounge of the Fifth Squad.

The captain leaned back on the back of the chair, his hat covering most of his face, and was dozing as usual.

Alder and Fry were not seen, and they didn't know where to go.

Doriani was staring silently in a daze while holding a mirror as big as a palm.

By the way, there is also the little guy named Moon.

As soon as he opened the door, Martin found that it was looking at himself with a curious look.

The cat is always full of curiosity, so Martin didn't think much about it. He glanced at it and turned his attention away.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

Just at this moment, the bell at six o'clock rang.

"I'm off work, are you going back together?"

Martin asked looking at Doriani.

Doriani did not come to his senses until now, and then he was stunned for another two seconds before nodding slightly.

Her house is not far from Martin's residence, and it happens to be the same road.

"Captain? Let's go first."

"Well, okay, be careful on the way!"

After greeting Captain Mike, who was half-dream and half-awake, the two left the hall first.

...

In a quiet courtyard in the city, a graceful and tall figure was standing next to the desk.

As the sun sets, the last beam of sunlight just passes through the window and shines on the lace-decorated long skirt.

There are gorgeous diamond inlays on the hem of the skirt, reflecting a brilliant light.

On the ground beside the table, a big yellow cat squatted on the ground, licking the fur that looked like brocade from time to time.

The woman stared silently at the wall not far away, and occasionally a carriage passed by on the streets in the distance.

She seemed to be waiting for someone.

But until the sun set, the people she was waiting for never appeared.

Under the veil, as time goes by, impatient emotions are brewing.

A cold snorkeling broke the long silence in the room. She stretched out her pale little hand and picked up a tarot card on the table.

A sharp knife appeared out of thin air in his other hand, cutting the "sword" into debris bit by bit.

"Have you ever seen a little girl... passing by here or there..."

A nursery rhyme rang in the room, and the woman was humming softly.

The big cat next to him suddenly stopped moving, with a hint of fear in his pupils, and he dared not move.

After a long time, all the tarot cards turned into debris.

The light was dim, and the dark night began to cover the sky, and the cottage was covered with heavy shadows.

The woman turned around slowly and walked out of the cottage gently.

The big cat jumped onto the wall with a squirt, and quietly jumped in a direction that was swallowed by the darkness.

...

At the pier, before the sun sets, a ship coming from the east leans on the shore.

An old man with white hair, energetic spirit and straight back walked out of the boat steadily.

"Mr. Karan, the residence has been arranged."

Chloe stood aside and bowed to greet him, his face full of respect.

Unfortunately, the old man was empty-handed and didn't even bring a piece of luggage, which made Chloe unable to start if he wanted to show his gratitude.

The old man named Karan looked in a certain direction in a concealed way. After noticing a figure holding a pipe in his mouth, he nodded invisibly.

"Have the teacher and Edith returned to Rona?"

Chloe looked for words a little embarrassedly, trying to break the atmosphere that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"They weren't there when I set out."

The old man responded calmly, and then asked, "Which direction is Golden Orchid Street?"

...

Golden Orchid Street, inside Martin's residence.

Doriani was kneading, while Martin was handling the lamb.

Yueliang squatted on the table next to him, looking straight at the large mutton on the chopping board, and licking his lips from time to time.

When I just passed by the butcher shop, the little guy said he would not leave.

So Martin simply bought some meat and invited Doriani to have a meal.

Food needs to be shared.

Now that Martin is free, he also likes to cook by himself to satisfy his stomach that belongs to the foodie country.

After cutting off a little bit of minced meat, Martin threw it to the moon, but unexpectedly the little thing turned his head away in disgust.

"The moon doesn't like eating raw food. Yesterday it ate crab meat pie."

When Dorian saw him, he reminded him.

"Oh, then you'll be in trouble in the future."

Martin smiled and quipped.

Meow!

The kitten screamed softly, as if it was provoking some kind of protest.

Martin ignored it and skillfully cut all the mutton into slices. He was preparing to make mutton soaking steamed buns.

"I don't know why, but I feel like the moon seems to like you very much."

After finishing his work, Doriani put the kneaded dough in front of Martin and said suddenly.

Martin turned his head and glanced at the tabby cat, and the light green cat eyes were indeed staring at him.

like?

It feels more like curious...

Martin muttered secretly.

He always felt that the kitten's eyes were a little...anthropomorphic.

However, after being recognized by Captain Mike, he did not think deeper, thinking that it was just an illusion.

After all, cats, neither themselves nor the original owner of the body, have no experience in raising them.

It is not easy to be a shoveler.

An hour later, the mutton soup was boiled. After adding seasoning, the milky white broth exuded a strong aroma.

The dough cakes have also been baked, and the browned color looks very attractive.

In fact, it is best to braise mutton. Although Martin can mix the brine, the preparation time is too long.

The fresh mutton soup has a good effect, which is a different flavor.

Especially for a first-time try like Doriani, this is delicious enough.

I will treat her to the premium version next time I have the chance.

On the table, there was also a plate in front of the moon, containing cooked lamb, but there was no seasoning.

Because cats don't eat spicy food.

Chili was added to the soup.

Doriani learned Martin's movements and tore the bread into pieces bit by bit, and then soaked it in the soup.

The dough was soaked in the white soup and softened, and the fragrant soup was sucked into the cake.
To be continued...