Mag shook his head with a smile. "I'm sorry. The new dish isn't available this morning. But we'll sell it during dinner hours." He hadn't soaked soybeans in the morning.
"I see. I guess I have to come back in the evening," Proll said, disappointed. He was aware of Mag's temper, so he said no more.
Other customers took notice of this information, and planned to come here early in the evening to line up for this secret new dish.
"Father, look! The dragon is moving!" Amy called, excited.
Urien took five steps forward. The snowfall turned into a blizzard. The wind was blowing wildly, and the snow was already thick on the ground.
There was no snowflake whatsoever within a one-meter radius of where Krassu was standing, just as if he was protected by an invisible round barrier.
His staff was shining red, as if on fire. It looked very warm in the blizzard.
