My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 121: Thirteen Chapters: Misunderstandings are not difficult to resolve, the key is to speak quickly.

Reinhardt furrowed his brows and pushed open the door, only to see a house with a uniquely peculiar design. With his extraordinary experience, he of course understood that he had just walked through a teleportation portal.

"What place is this? A vampire?" Although he had lost the Power of Light, Reinhardt was after all a former Grade Six expert and also a Knight Commander who had fought on the front lines.

Reinhardt quickly confirmed that the unremarkable little girl before him was a Vampire, and a powerful one at that.

"Welcome to the Dream Restaurant, guest. May I ask..." Succubus Betty, though very dutiful, still conscientiously went up to fulfill her obligations upon seeing a guest.

"There’s also a Succubus? You evil beings from the negative plane, who let you come up here? What are you plotting?" Reinhardt abruptly took a step back, his hand subconsciously reaching for his waist, but grasping at nothing.

Then Reinhardt realized that he had become an ordinary person, his weapon still planted in the ground.

Lafra looked at Reinhardt with disdain. Of course, she could tell that the old man before her had once been a Grade Six professional, but what of it?

Even if this old man were to suddenly explode with potential and become a Transcendent being, Lafra wasn’t convinced he could defeat her. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Stan didn’t even turn to look at Reinhardt. As soon as this human entered, Stan sensed the life fire within him flickering like a candle in the wind, not long for this world.

Betty also noticed the attire on the person in front of her, especially the knight’s belt at his waist, which bore the emblem of the Church of Light.

Betty couldn’t help but instinctively take a few steps back; beings from the negative plane and the Church of Light were sworn enemies, having lost count of how many had died on either side.

It was said that the Holy City of the Church of Light had the Flame Demon King’s head on display, while the chairs of the Dark Council were made from the bones of the clergy.

Although the rumors might not be credible, they did illustrate the opposition between the two planes.

Chen Ze, who had been in the kitchen, finally came out, feeling that if he didn’t come out to resolve the situation soon, something unpleasant might happen.

"This guest..." Chen Ze was about to explain when he saw Reinhardt suddenly charge over, positioning himself protectively in front of him.

"This..." Chen Ze blinked, confused. What was this? Robbery wasn’t usually done with the back facing the victim. Could it be that this old man was some sort of cyborg?

Would a gun barrel emerge from the old man’s back any second now, shooting him? Or was there something like a parasitic entity akin to Voldemort on the old man’s back, preparing to unleash an Avada Kedavra on him?

Of course, Reinhardt was unaware that Chen Ze’s thoughts had shot off into a completely far-fetched direction. He carefully guarded the civilian behind him—this pitiable fellow who had been captured as food.

"Young man, you better run quickly. I’ll do my best to hold off these evils," Reinhardt’s eyes widened in alarm as he looked around. As a Knight Commander, Reinhardt also had extensive knowledge about the negative plane, especially regarding its two most powerful beings.

The Church had always had a rule that if one encountered the two most powerful beings from the negative plane, it was permissible to retreat. This was not desertion or dishonor, but a refusal to make meaningless sacrifices.

Lafra, known as the Crimson Blood Moon, was naturally one of these two formidable beings.

In that moment, Reinhardt thought of many things, even wondering if the appearance of the Crimson Blood Moon, one of the great forces of the negative plane, in the positive plane, meant some major move by the negative plane?

Was the Eternal Holy War, which had ceased a thousand years ago, about to begin anew?

"This... old gentleman..." Chen Ze was truly at a loss for words, as he now roughly understood that this well-meaning old man had mistaken him for an ordinary person who had been captured and brutally tortured by evil forces.

Reinhardt frowned, he didn’t understand what was going on with the youngster behind him. Facing what could be a powerhouse of the Crimson Blood Moon, he was essentially fodder for a one-shot kill at this point.

Even when he still had his strength, he was still fodder for a one-shot kill.

"You need to leave quickly! Report the appearance of the Crimson Blood Moon to the Church!" Reinhardt urged anxiously; he wished he could kick Chen Ze out with one foot.

Chen Ze was also at a loss — why was the old man so stubborn? Couldn’t he have let Chen Ze finish speaking first?

Chen Ze could only choose the simplest method to explain the situation.

Chen Ze waved his hand, and the Magic Circle on the ground, following his will, started to surge up, creating a barrier between Chen Ze and Reinhardt.

"You!" Reinhardt looked at the scene in shock.

"Don’t be nervous, old man. I am the owner here. This is just a..." Chen Ze began to explain.

"Are you a Dark Archmage?" Reinhardt glared at Chen Ze furiously, wishing that he had stabbed Chen Ze to death with his sword just a moment ago; that way, he could have contributed to the Church.

"Pfft..." Betty couldn’t help but laugh. Naturally, as the restaurant manager, she knew that Chen Ze was just an ordinary person. He merely had a particularly powerful Magic Circle; how had he turned into a Dark Archmage?

Chen Ze was covered in metaphorical black lines.

"Sir, this is the Dream Restaurant. This place is a restaurant for people to dine in. Please don’t lay hands on my waitstaff, nor engage in combat with other guests." Chen Ze finished this sentence all at once, lest he was interrupted again.

Reinhardt paused, then looked around once more, and indeed, it appeared to be a strangely designed restaurant.

A man with a gloomy face was eating something white with what might have been bits of fruit in it.

And the Crimson Blood Moon was eating meat, though he didn’t know what sort of meat it was; it looked like the wings of some kind of bird.

This place did seem like a bona fide restaurant indeed.

It took a while for Reinhardt to grudgingly come to terms with the fact that this was indeed a restaurant, not a forward outpost for some evil force.

"Would you like something to eat?" Betty approached and asked.

Already seated, Reinhardt looked at the menu but didn’t recognize any of the items; he had never eaten any of them, so he was at a loss as to what to order.

"Do you have any recommended dishes?" Reinhardt closed the menu, as he didn’t know what to pick, so he simply decided to let the restaurant choose for him.

"Of course, the manager’s daily specials are all very delicious, comprising a main course, a side dish, a dessert, and a drink. Would you like a set?" Betty recited familiarly.

"Alright then... I’ll have a set," Reinhardt nodded. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Then he watched the Succubus with the swaying tail walk into the kitchen, fighting the urge not to charge at her and send this evil Succubus back to her home in the nether plane.

After all, this was a restaurant, and he, merely a guest.