My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 221: Chapter 81 Pope: Face? How much per pound?

"As you can see, our guests come from not just one world," Chen Ze said with a smile. He felt that Momonga-san’s arrival was so timely, otherwise, he suspected he might be thought of as running a shady establishment.

"Huh?" Ash looked at Momonga-san in surprise. Were skeleton creatures not supposed to exist only in courage-testing conventions? Yet, here was one in the flesh.

"Momonga-san, would you like something to eat?" Chen Ze asked with a beaming smile.

Momonga-san glanced at Pikachu, astonished that such a small mouse could harm him—it was quite magical.

If Chen Ze had known, he would surely have told Momonga-san that he was making a big fuss over nothing. In the world of Pokémon, as long as an attack connects, unless it’s ineffective, even a first-level attack can harm a fully-leveled Pokémon.

Enforced HP loss is just that merciless. However, no matter what, Pikachu couldn’t keep up with Momonga-san’s healing speed.

"Give me what I had last time," Momonga-san requested, not concerned, and took his usual seat.

"Sure, just a moment," Chen Ze nodded, then turned to Ash.

"Um... I didn’t bring anything with me..." Ash said somewhat embarrassed, realizing from seeing a customer like Momonga-san that Chen Ze hadn’t lied to him.

And if it truly connected to other worlds, then the currency from his own world was indeed of no use to Chen Ze.

"No matter, you can bring it next time," Chen Ze wasn’t in a hurry to press Ash, after all, he still trusted in Ash’s integrity. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Thank you, I’ll definitely gather it as soon as I can," Ash nodded immediately, and then left with Pikachu.

"Manager, who is that young man?" Momonga-san asked with concern, watching Ash’s retreating figure.

"Oh, that’s Ash. He’s with Pikachu. Don’t you know them?" Chen Ze was a bit surprised. He had assumed Momonga-san knew about Pokémon.

Could it be that in the world where Momonga-san came from, the Pokémon series no longer existed?

"I do not know," Momonga-san shook his head.

Chen Ze returned to the kitchen thoughtfully and began preparing chestnut rice and miso soup for Momonga-san.

Just a portion of chestnut rice—Chen Ze was confident he could get it done within ten minutes, but first, he had to wait for the chestnuts to steam.

Meanwhile, the Pope wiped the dust from his head, genuinely not expecting that a small bundle of flowers could contain such explosive energy.

What was even more crucial was that from the moment Tesla took action until the explosion, he hadn’t felt any unusual fluctuations from the flowers.

No magic energy, no sound of gears, no scent of alchemy—what in the world was going on?

For the first time, a trace of fear crept into the Pope’s heart. The unknown was always terrifying.

The Pope looked around. If he hadn’t activated the Divine Artifact’s Magic Circle in time, his entourage might have been caught off guard and suffered massive casualties.

"What is this, heretic?" The Pope asked cautiously, eyeing Tesla. Although the flower was a bit strange, it hadn’t yet crossed his psychological threshold, so the Pope was still relatively composed.

Tesla looked at the Pope calmly, then took out a book and tossed it to him.

The Pope caught it and glanced at the text—strange characters he had never seen before. What was this?

Seeing the confusion in the Pope’s eyes, Tesla explained, "This is ’Elementary Physics.’ In fact, to replicate what I’ve done, you’d need many more books, like ’Theory of Relativity’..." Tesla seemed to suddenly become very interested, rambling on excitedly.

"All of you, leave," the Pope waved his hand, and the Cardinal and the captain immediately nodded, then stepped back.

"Why retreat?" a knight asked his comrade in a low voice.

"Because His Holiness doesn’t want us to be a burden," the companion spoke with a sense of righteous conviction. He had seen the explosion just now; had it not been for His Holiness, he’d probably be sending a pension to his wife by now.

Ah, he missed his wife so dearly. He hadn’t been home for three years, and he heard she had borne him another son, surely a blessing from the God of Light.

"Why do I feel like the Pope has something to say?" the young knight touched his nose, sensing there might be some sketchy deal going on.

"Would Your Excellency care to join our Church of Light?" the Pope, seeing no one around, asked immediately.

"Didn’t you just say I was a heretic?" Tesla asked, his smile playful.

"Heretic? I saw only a master deeply dedicated to engineering. If you agree to join the Church, we will provide the materials you need. Of course, your research findings must also be shared with us," the Pope laughed heartily as he patted Tesla on the shoulder.

"And what if I say no?" Tesla turned to glance at his shoulder, where a dangerous energy from the Pope’s hand ebbed and flowed.

"Then, I would have no choice but to spread the teachings of my Lord and purge you, the heretic," the Pope’s face darkened instantly as the threatening aura around him grew stronger.

"Don’t think such toys can harm me. You know nothing of the Church, nothing of my power, mortal," the Pope said mockingly as he studied Tesla, unthreatened by what had just transpired.

"Mortal? Power? Hahahaha, hahahahaha!" Tesla suddenly bent over with laughter at the joke he found most amusing.

The Pope’s face grew darker.

"Fine, I accept," Tesla stopped laughing and nodded solemnly.

"You... your shameless demeanor, it has the flair of my youthful days," the Pope looked at Tesla with a peculiar expression.

"Mutual feelings~" Tesla grinned as he shook the hand extended by the Pope.

"Pleasure doing business." Once I have your knowledge, I’ll send you, the heretic, to the stake.

The Pope thought as much, but his face still wore a friendly smile.

Tesla regarded the Pope playfully, with a flash of dark light in his eyes.

Chen Ze had no idea the Pope was courting death, or rather, if he did know, he’d only bother to light a stick of incense for him. frёeωebɳovel.com

Are you kidding? Playing mind games with Nyarlathotep? Clearly, you’ve never experienced death.

Even the God of Light was exterminated by Nyarlathotep like an ant, so what’s a Pope in comparison.

"How does it taste?" Chen Ze looked at Momonga-san, hesitating slightly as he asked.

"Excellent!" Momonga-san nodded happily. The flavor was purer, more in line with what he envisioned.

"That’s good to hear." Chen Ze breathed a sigh of relief, having purchased special condiments from a Japanese specialty store.

Japan’s soy sauce is specially made, and Chen had contemplated whether using uniquely crafted soy sauce would improve the flavor.

Judging by Momonga-san’s reaction, his experiment was a resounding success.