My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 158: Chapter Eighteen: The Lightning at Your Fingertips

Hastur sat in a chair, lightly tapping on the table. After abiding by the rules he set for himself, he had done all that he could do; everything was now in the hands of these four youngsters.

Hastur looked towards the four intruders and then at the audience that had filled about half of the concert venue, taking a deep breath—even though he didn’t need to breathe.

"Don’t forget the training from this period. Off you go, the stage is that way," Hastur pulled back the curtain, and the time had come.

"I’m a bit nervous," Angelina glanced at her three companions.

"Me too," Midra fluttered her wings.

"Aria doesn’t want to be plucked!" Aria waved her wings, which she had spent a lot of money maintaining!

"Let’s go," Pern was calm, taking the lead as she walked out; Hastur had appointed her as the leader of the Wind Moon Band. freewёbnoνel.com

According to Hastur, a Necromancer devoid of emotions was most suited to be the leader.

A flicker stirred within Pern’s Soul Fire in her eye sockets. Devoid of emotions? She didn’t think so.

"Ladies and gentlemen—welcome to our very first concert!" Pern’s voice, filled with passion, echoed through the Mage Association’s venue.

Hastur scoffed, and to abide by his own rules, he hadn’t peered into their hearts. He hadn’t expected the usually silent and reticent Necromancer to be such an energetic type on stage.

"Now, I should do what the manager has entrusted me with," Hastur yawned, his figure flickered and dissolved into the air.

Hastur’s true form looked around. He was still in his sealed land, after all. The Dark Council had done what it needed to, and to ease their worries, he hadn’t casually left.

"Soul Abyss... Soul Abyss... That should be the place, right?" Hastur’s gaze pierced through the spatial concealment and laws, seeing that pure white Hell.

An almost purely white soul wandered aimlessly in this pure white Hell, having forgotten its name and why it was there.

What was that on its back? It felt its wings, confused and unaware, but they seemed to be a part of its body.

The power of oblivion had already corroded its soul, taking away nearly all of its memories, and now, it was close to losing even the ability to think.

Suddenly, the pure white sky was torn apart by a patch of shadow. The soul gazed emptily at the shadow above—what... what color was that?

Below the shadow, a tentacle reached down, enveloping the soul and taking it away.

Hastur looked at the white soul in his hand and clicked his tongue. He had known that the space he’d just witnessed was subject to extended time and oblivion rules.

He had no idea how long this poor little fellow had been there, but now it seemed to be unresponsive to everything.

"Looking at it, this must be Erin. Anyway, the task is done, and tomorrow I’ll hand this soul over to the manager, completing this commission," Hastur casually stuffed Erin’s soul into the Magic Crystal and then transformed into livestream mode.

"Starting the livestream—time to make some money," Hastur opened the broadcast room.

Watching the barrage of messages rapidly turn red and the big spenders’ little TVs pop up, Hastur switched to his signature smile with practiced ease.

"Thank you to Second Dimension Yifeng Rainy Night and Belies for the little TV donations~"

Without Chen Ze’s knowledge, the balance in the bank account he had opened specifically for Hastur would grow to a staggering amount.

"Next! Please enjoy our first song!" Pern energetically waved her hand, and a fireball flew up into the sky from her palm.

"Towards the Kingdom of God of happiness!" Hearing Pern’s voice, Hastur’s clone silently adjusted the Magic Crystal, and the familiar melody of Elysian Pure Land instantly filled the concert venue.

Daniel stared at Pern on stage, dumbfounded. Today, he had intentionally worn his favorite robe, as he was here specifically for the Necromancer onstage.

But Daniel had never imagined that the Necromancer, who appeared so demure on the flyer from the Fallen Fairy, would be so full of energy.

And most importantly, if Daniel hadn’t seen wrong just now, the Necromancer had released a Grade Seven Flame Burst Spell without incantations.

This proved that the Necromancer was at least a Grade Nine power, making Daniel’s feelings a bit complicated—after all, he had thought that his own Grade Six abilities were quite something...

However, Daniel quickly let go of the sorrowful thoughts in his heart because he discovered that the song "Towards the Kingdom of God of happiness" was truly incredible!

And for the first time, he learned that such a powerful Necromancer could dance such stunning steps without the aid of any auxiliary magic!

After Elysian Pure Land ended, the audience below was still silent, which dampened Midra’s spirits. Had all her efforts been in vain?

"Everyone~ Did you like our first song?" Pern shouted energetically.

"Ahhh, it’s amazing!" one Necromancer excitedly threw his magic hat into the air.

"Wind Moon Band! That song was absolutely fantastic!" Another Flame Demon Mage joyously cast several Flame Burst Spells toward the ceiling.

He was then taken away by the Mage Association members acting as guards. Didn’t he see that his spells had blackened the ceiling? Didn’t he see that the Chairman’s face had turned black? Offend the Chairman and expect to run away?

"I... I don’t know what to say! But I will come to every single concert you have from now on!" Originally, a Death Knight who had bought a ticket wanted to throw out a Soul Fire binder, but upon seeing the guards glancing his way, he silently threw his sword into the air instead.

Angelina, delighted, watched the cheering audience below. She suddenly understood what the agent had once said.

"Watching the audience cheer for you, rooting for you, seeing the smiles on their faces, don’t you find it fascinating?"

"Everyone!" Angelina shouted forcefully, and the venue quieted down considerably.

Looking at the venue that was only one-fifth full, Angelina swung her tail powerfully. freёweɓnovel.com

A bolt of lightning shot out from her hand, streaking across the entire venue.

The Chairman’s face grew darker, but he made no move. What a joke—Lord Stan had already warned that if anyone was impolite to these four, he, Stan, would teach them what humility meant.

Untouchable, untouchable, the Chairman stood expressionlessly under the threat from Stan.

The guards also wore faces as if nothing had happened.

"Next, please enjoy our second song! ’Electricity at Your Fingertips!’"