My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 217: Chapter Seventy-seven: Surprises

Stan hesitated for a moment before he couldn’t help but ask Betty, "Is the manager okay in the head?"

Betty nodded blankly, the manager looked exceptionally well, it was just that the expression on his face was a bit peculiar, one could easily mistake Chen Ze for someone who had won the lottery.

Stan looked at the parfait in front of him with complicated feelings. How should he put it? Chen Ze’s parfait was essentially different from the others.

If the parfaits before were just that, a single serving, at most with some Oreos to create a black-and-white look, topped with some fruits, like strawberries, like cherries and such.

Although sometimes, Chen Ze would also add some inexplicable items, like durian.

But overall, they were still very normal parfaits. Any ordinary person could tell at a glance that this was a parfait, not some odd or weird object.

But this parfait was different, it was three times the size of a regular parfait. The cup was big and tall with a generous serving, causing Stan to profoundly doubt whether he had offended the abbot... ah no, the manager.

Then the manager planned to stuff him to death, after all, he had just noticed that Chen Ze was still preparing them, meaning there were nineteen more of the same parfait.

If it were just about the size, then it would have been fine, but Stan couldn’t even tell this was supposed to be a parfait, with its bizarre colors and heaps of fruits. They looked neat, yet somehow, it just didn’t seem right.

Stan hesitated for a moment, then he picked up a spoon and scooped a bite, putting it in his mouth.

Different from the taste he had anticipated, the parfait still had the flavor of a parfait, only it was sweeter, and the taste of the fruits was more intense along with the texture of Oreos.

"Betty, come in and carry the parfaits," Chen Ze called Betty in, and as Stan looked at the parfait in front of him, he felt a bit disconsolate, realizing that finishing quickly and returning to his meditation was out of the question.

Why must someone always interrupt my meditation? Then, Stan closed his eyes, savoring the delight. The parfait was really delicious.

The Pope of the Church of Light looked seriously at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was the engineering expert that had just been surrounded by the Church of Light, Einstein Newton Tesla.

"Do you realize what you’ve done, heretic?" A Cardinal stepped forward, with his scepter shining brightly.

Tesla dug his little finger into his ear and then pulled out a piece of earwax. "Say that again?"

The Grand Cardinal’s forehead veins were about to burst. This damned heretic deserved to be handed over to the Heretic Tribunal directly, and then let the flames purify his sins!

"I said! Do you know what you’ve... " The Grand Cardinal angrily repeated himself. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"I know what I did." Tesla interrupted the Cardinal mid-sentence and turned to head back to his institute.

"Enough! You heretic! This is blasphemy against the deities!" the leader of the Church Knight Order stepped forward, drawing his longsword.

The Pope frowned, had he just seen a hint of disdain in the eyes of this master of engineering?

This wasn’t normal; even the leading engineers of the Dwarf Clan would maintain reverence towards the deities.

The Pope felt a heaviness in his heart, sensing that the matter at hand was not so simple. If Tesla had any sense, he wouldn’t show such disrespect in front of the servants of God.

Either he had a powerful backer, or he was a nonbeliever, but the most likely scenario was that he possessed such formidable capabilities that he was confident he could withstand the Church.

No matter what it was, none of those possibilities boded well for the Church.

"Do you know? I’ve developed a new weapon," Tesla suddenly changed the subject and then pulled a dagger from his embrace.

The Knight Commander instantly stepped in front, eyeing Tesla warily as his Fighting Spirit surged.

"Those Assassin Thieves, whenever they kill someone, it’s always so bloody, completely disregarding the feelings of the deceased!" Looking at the somewhat eccentric Tesla in front of him, the Pope was somewhat puzzled.

Could this be a madman? Assassins only need to complete their tasks, could it be that they’ll clean your blood and arrange your mortuary appearance after killing you?

Most likely, they would be killed by someone else the next second; such nonsensical assassins definitely won’t live long.

"Then I invented this thing! The Mortuary Dagger! As long as one is killed by this dagger, they will obtain a perfect mortuary appearance so the deceased won’t have to worry anymore!" Tesla waved the dagger excitedly and then, in the next moment, without seeing how he moved, the Knight standing in front of him fell to the ground.

The Pope looked down and saw that the Knight Commander looked as if painted by an artist, holy and majestic, giving off a feeling that made one unable to resist paying homage.

"Captain William!!" A Knight quickly rushed to the side of the Commander, but it was already too late.

"Hahaha, this is my invention! And this thing!" Tesla then took out a mirror.

"You bastard!" The Vice-Captain drew his longsword, his Fighting Spirit gathering, and cleaved with a sword strike.

But the next second, he stopped, for in front of him was a mirror, a very ordinary-looking mirror.

The reflection smiled at him, waved, and then in the next second, the Vice-Captain found that he seemed to have switched places with the other.

Then he saw the mirror image rush towards him, swinging fists, "Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

Just like that, the mirror shattered on the ground, and the Vice-Captain’s Mirror Image stood behind Tesla.

"As you can see, inventions always have some problems," Tesla shrugged his shoulders, regretfully looking at the mirror—it was his own invention.

Tesla laughed maniacally and then reached in again to pull out a bunch of flowers, looking towards the surrounding Church members.

The surrounding Church members unconsciously stepped back under his gaze.

"It seems your identity is no simple matter, heretic, or should I say, Evil God," the Pope stepped forward, smiling serenely as the Crown of Thorns on his head twinkled slightly.

"You can tell?" Tesla regained his composure as if the previous madness was but an illusion.

"This has already gone beyond the realm of engineering and alchemy; this is your evil power!" As the Pope moved step by step closer, the miserable screams of the Vice-Captain behind Tesla filled the air, and his body began to emit billows of black smoke.

Tesla looked at the Pope with an emotionless face, making no moves.

"The deity says, all who enter My sight are My followers, those without faith are but lambs," the radiance of the Pope’s Crown of Thorns grew ever more dazzling.

Tesla pointed the flower in his hand towards the Pope, "Surprise! Motherf**ker!"

Another mushroom cloud appeared, and it’s another day of nuclear leveling.