After an hour of horseback riding, a few laps around the racecourse, and a breath of fresh air, Blaine and Gali left.
After they departed, the owner of the racecourse, who had long suspected sothing unusual about the black horse, decided to ride it himself to see if he could ta it as easily as Gali had.
The result was predictable—before he could even get onto the horse's back, he was thrown off and nearly suffered serious injuries from the impact.
Fortunately, the dark horse didn't attack further, likely because the man was his caretaker. Otherwise, the outco might have been much worse.
Back at ho, Blaine had already ordered takeaway while still at the racecourse.
"Sir, are there only two of you in the house?"
The deliveryman who ca to deliver the food looked at Blaine, sweat beading on his forehead.
That's because this delivery had nearly depleted the inventory of their high-end Western restaurant. All the chefs and kitchen staff had been working nonstop for over an hour—just for this one order.
Everything was delivered by truck, as if it were ant for a banquet of at least a hundred people.
"Mind your own business."
Blaine coughed dryly, glared at the man, and handed him a generous tip. "Just bring the food inside the villa—we'll handle the rest."
"Thank you, sir."
The man's eyes widened at the tip. He nodded repeatedly, then unloaded the truck with newfound enthusiasm.
anwhile, Gali, who had been waiting patiently, was practically starving.
Steak, foie gras, salad, salmon, lobster, fish soup, roast turkey…
The quantities were inconsistent, of course. Since it was the restaurant's entire stock, items they sold more frequently ca in larger amounts. Uniformity wasn't possible.
Gali really wanted to use her superpowers to move everything inside at once and start eating.
But Blaine had advised her not to use supernatural abilities in front of ordinary people, which made her hesitate.
Ten minutes passed.
The truckload of food was finally moved indoors.
"I wish sir and miss a pleasant al. We'll take our leave now."
The villa's dining table was completely covered in food.
Thankfully, the living room was large enough—otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to hold it all.
"Dear God…"
Blaine stood in the living room and took a deep breath.
The aroma of countless dishes filled the air, and his stomach began to growl.
"Can I start eating now?"
Gali looked at Blaine eagerly. She had been holding back for a long ti. Though she had consud two planets recently, they had no real flavor.
This, however, slled far more enticing.
"Go ahead."
Blaine rubbed Gali's head and smiled dotingly.
"Yay!"
Gali jumped up and down like a child and began to devour the feast.
She didn't consu everything in a single gulp like she had done with the Destroyer, but instead ate in small, delicate bites—like cherries.
It was Blaine who had taught her that life should be enjoyed slowly.
So things aren't ant to be rushed.
And food was one of them.
In this regard, Gali completely agreed.
She, too, found slow eating more enjoyable.
Especially with such a wide variety of ingredients tonight.
Blaine poured himself so red wine and watched a movie while eating slowly.
From ti to ti, he would sip his wine and glance fondly at Gali, who was eating happily—like a father watching over his daughter.
Half an hour passed.
Only half the food was gone.
Then, Gali—who had been enjoying herself—suddenly changed. Her expression turned cold. With a soft snort, the room's temperature seed to drop to freezing. A flash of purple light glead in her eyes.
But soon, she resud eating.
Blaine noticed everything.
He was about to ask what happened, but seeing how much she was enjoying herself, he held back his curiosity.
Another half hour passed.
The entire truckload of food—steak, foie gras, lobster, and all the other gourt dishes—had been devoured.
Content and full, Gali patted her belly, then flopped onto the sofa like Blaine had shown her, half-closing her eyes as if ready to nap.
"Gali."
Blaine walked over, rubbed her head, and gently asked,
"What happened just now? Why didn't you tell ?"
"What do you an?"
Gali looked genuinely puzzled, as if she had forgotten.
Blaine frowned. "I an what happened when you were halfway through eating."
"Oh! That!"
Gali suddenly rembered and huffed, "Soone tried to kill us. Their murderous intent interrupted my dinner—unforgivable! So I… well, you don't bla , do you?"
She didn't finish the sentence, but Blaine understood her perfectly.
He gently stroked her soft black hair and said,
"How could I bla you for killing people who wanted to harm us? But next ti, let
know beforehand, okay?"
"Uh-huh."
Gali nodded obediently.
She had acted out of anger. For a foodie like her, being disturbed while eating was practically a death sentence—unless it was soone very dear to her.
But since Blaine had spoken, she would restrain herself next ti.
"All right. Now take
to see those unlucky bastards you took care of."
Blaine held Gali's small hand.
"Let's go!"
With that Gali teleported them to a tree about 300 ters from the villa.
There, five figures dressed in dark red ninja garb lay silently on the ground.
So close…
Blaine scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
To think they had gotten within 300 ters without him noticing. Gali had sensed them through their killing intent, while he'd been too relaxed, caught up in their ti together.
This served as a wake-up call.
Gali's powers were hers—not his.
In the Marvel world, one must always remain alert.
Of course, being alert doesn't an living like a certain paranoid lunatic.
It just ans staying aware of your surroundings.
And Blaine knew that was sothing he could—and must—quietly work on.
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