The sea breeze blew the black crow feathers out to the sea, where they spun and landed on the surface.
After a while, as Cezar stepped into the car restaurant, he suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Whoa, is it you guys again?"
He looked up, and saw several familiar figures seated inside the restaurant—a girl in a reddish brown kimono, a boy in overalls, and a young man in a purple English-style suit. Clearly, they were members of the White Crow Travel Brigade.
"Isn't this little Cezar?" Anluns turned his head and asked with a smile.
"The Prince is here, slot machine boy, aren't you going to kneel and bow?" Hacker said, resting his chin in his hand and gently nibbling on a roasted pig hock, then patted Anluns' shoulder.
The kimono girl had no reaction to Cezar's arrival; she kept her head down the entire time, quietly staring at the table, her expression indifferent, eyes vacant.
"We came for food." Cezar said.
