My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 140: Chapter 32: Don’t Make Me Choose Such a Cruel Dilemma!

By the side of a lake in a negative plane, there was an abnormally large Magic Circle, and only some animals were active near the Magic Circle.

Any intelligent creature knew that this place had been designated by the Dark Council as off-limits to any intelligent beings other than Council members.

Of course, even so, there were some intelligent creatures who wanted to stir trouble and test the boundaries.

"Are you sure the thing we’re looking for is here?" the Serpent High Priest asked his companion in a low voice.

"Yes, I’m certain. The bastards of the Dark Council wouldn’t set up a Magic Circle here for no reason," the Harpy shook her claws, reluctant to walk on the ground for fear of being discovered by the minions of the Dark Council.

"Hmm, I hope your information is accurate. The One-Eyed Lord paid a great price for us to get in here smoothly," another figure draped in a cloak, a Necromancer, slowly followed at the back of the group.

"Midra, what’s the situation ahead?" The Serpent High Priest didn’t bother with the Necromancer, but asked the Fallen Fairy sitting atop his head instead.

"Not good... I can only see about 5 meters ahead, the Magic Circle here is very sensitive to power..." Midra rubbed her eyes.

"Plus, I don’t know why, but ever since we came in, I’ve been feeling very uneasy, as if something has its gaze fixed on us..." Midra looked around warily, and had it not been for the promise of the Heart of the Elf as a reward by the Fallen, she would not have wanted to enter this cursed place at all.

"Wait!" the Harpy stopped in her tracks.

The Necromancer picked up his Magic Wand, the Serpent Priest was ready to cast a powerful enchantment at any moment, and even the Fallen Fairy drew her bow.

"What’s wrong?" After not spotting any enemies for a while, the Serpent High Priest asked in confusion.

"...I’m looking at it right now..." the Harpy said calmly.

Upon hearing this, her teammates became even more alert, which made the Harpy feel even more awkward.

"My gods! By the dark deities above, how do I explain that I just wanted to shake the sand off my claws?" The Harpy felt like she was going to collapse, especially with her serious companions making her all the more embarrassed.

"Poor little one, why don’t you dare to speak what’s in your heart?" A man wearing a hood and cape emerged from the thick fog.

"Who are you?" The Necromancer lifted his Magic Wand, cautiously pointing it at the strange man.

"Me? I’m an assassin," the hood shadowed the man’s face, revealing only his mouth and chin.

"An assassin? A human?" The Serpent High Priest seemed a bit incredulous.

The hooded man chuckled, and in the next second, he disappeared into the air.

"Be careful!" the Fallen Fairy pointed behind them, where the man had suddenly appeared.

"Where is my weapon?" The Necromancer looked at his hands in astonishment; the Magic Wand that had just been in his grasp was gone.

"My bow... is in his hands." The Fallen Fairy watched the assassin warily, as he was holding their weapons.

"I think we can talk now," the hooded man smiled and threw the weapons back to them.

"Which organization do you belong to? Why have you come here?" The Necromancer asked cautiously.

Being able to snatch their weapons in an instant meant he could also have killed them instantly; respect was due for the powerful.

"Moving through the night, serving the light, all is illusion, all is permitted," the hooded man stood there calmly.

"I am the middle finger of the Assassin Brotherhood, and I have my reasons for being here," the hooded man turned and walked forward.

"Where are you going?" the Serpent High Priest hurriedly asked.

"Of course, to the center of the Magic Circle. Isn’t that where you are headed too?" Without stopping, the hooded man continued to walk leisurely on.

The Serpent High Priest and her companions exchanged glances, silently following the steps of the one before them.

No matter what, their lives were in the other’s hands, there was no other choice but to follow.

"My lord, you seem to be quite familiar with this place?" The Serpent Priestess couldn’t hide her confusion, as the hooded man walked as if he were in his own home, taking a very direct path without any hesitation.

He was completely unaffected by the bewildering fog, which they had previously circled through numerous times.

"Because you are not strong enough," the hooded man said in a way that almost choked the Serpent Priestess to death.

"Your strength is truly unfathomable, my lord." Suppressing the urge to curse, the Serpent Priestess offered a sycophantic compliment.

"I’m not that impressive. The gap between us is only about this much." The hooded man spread his hands, leaving about two centimeters between his index finger and thumb.

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"We are here," the hooded man announced as he halted.

The Serpent Priestess hurriedly came forward to look and saw a palace—luxuriously furnished and exquisitely decorated, it looked just...

"So much money..." The Fallen Fairy swallowed hard, thinking that with these gemstones, she wouldn’t have to take on any missions for several years.

And yet, these gemstones were used here to pave the way?

"Is this what the Dark Council has hidden away?" The Necromancer gripped her Magic Wand in excitement.

She wasn’t after wealth, she just wanted to stab the Dark Council. As long as the Dark Council was unhappy, she was content.

"My lord, what you need you can take first," the Serpent Priestess respectfully said to the hooded man in front of her.

The strong had privileges, in every world it was so.

"Oh? Then I will help myself." The hooded man pulled out four pieces of paper from his embrace and handed them to the other four sentient beings.

"What is this?" The Serpent Priestess took the paper with confusion.

[I, the snake, voluntarily become the property of (blurred), to work in (blurred)’s brothel, to accept all customers, and to maintain a perfect attitude.]

"Is this a contract of servitude?" The Necromancer looked at the hooded man with anger.

The Serpent silently cast various blessings upon her teammates, the fairy angrily prepared her most powerful attack, the Harpy soared into the sky, ready to strike the hooded man at any moment.

"Do you have objections?" The hooded man did nothing but lifted his head to look at them.

Endless fear, just one glance, was like being thrown into the Soul Abyss, their minds filled with intense fear and frantic thoughts.

"My lord, my lord! Please spare us!" the Serpent Priestess wailed as she rolled in agony on the ground.

"I’m not without mercy, after all, I am no demon," the hooded man said with a smug smile as he sat suspended in the air.

"Either be cast into the Soul Abyss, or work in my brothel."

The four sentient beings of the Serpent exchanged glances and signed the contract of servitude with heavy hearts.

"Come inside with me," the hooded man said with a smile, taking back the contracts before leading the four sentient beings through the doors.

"Master, you?" The Serpent Priestess was somewhat terrified.

"Me? This is my home, what the Dark Council sealed was me," the hooded man said with a laugh as he closed the door behind them.