My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 451: Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven: Since Ancient Times, Archers Have Been Fortunate...

Chen Ze had considered serving the flying squirrel a glass of Sorrow Sake, courtesy of the Overlord Mephisto from Hell. After all, this drink could be said to have the highest alcohol content among all of Chen Ze’s beverages, and he was most confident it would make the flying squirrel drunk immediately.

Remembering the last time the flying squirrel drank, Chen Ze felt a bit bald. The flying squirrel and Stan, two skeletons, had stubbornly drunk a whole barrel of Thunderbrew Lager from Chen Ze.

This made Chen Ze seriously doubt whether Stan and the flying squirrel’s bones were soaked in alcohol; he guessed that if you lit a match, you could probably see the latest variant of a skeleton—a flaming skeleton.

Before long, Chen Ze had served the flying squirrel the swamp eel rice he ordered, which still only achieved a rating of ’exquisite’.

However, Chen Ze didn’t mind. He already roughly knew what he was lacking. When the time came, as long as he learned how to make unagi sauce, he was still confident he could make a perfect eel rice.

"Truly amazing, this is the first time I’ve eaten such delicious eel rice!" the flying squirrel exclaimed in awe. Before his transmigration, he had eaten many dishes, including eel rice. But Chen Ze’s eel rice was simply a level above any other eel rice, by a whole dimension.

"After all, it’s made from high-quality ingredients. By the way, flying squirrel, do you know anything about ghosts, or spirits?" Chen Ze explained proudly and then remembered the business he had yet to attend to.

"Ghosts? Spirits?" The flying squirrel stiffened.

For the Japanese, there’s generally an attitude of ’better safe than sorry’ when it comes to ghosts and monsters.

During his school days, the flying squirrel had also participated in courage tests and ghost storytelling, so he was a bit sensitive to the word ’ghost’.

Seeing the flying squirrel’s expression, the corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. Are you, a fine Overlord of the Undead, actually afraid of ghosts? So, is this why the Great Tomb doesn’t have any evil spirits?

Suddenly, Chen Ze discovered the truth.

"It’s just like that." Using the Magic Circle, Chen Ze raised the grey ghost shadow and placed it beside the flying squirrel.

Just by noon, this grey ghost shadow had grown over a dozen eyes all over it, dense and numerous, which looked particularly disgusting. For those with a fear of clusters, they might die on the spot just at a glance.

Even so, these eyes were still stubbornly fixed on the direction of the basement, completely ignoring both Chen Ze and the flying squirrel.

Still, the flying squirrel shuddered, subconsciously releasing an aura of fear, which was quickly suppressed by the Magic Circle.

"It doesn’t quite look like a ghost." The flying squirrel calmed down quite a bit and even considered posing for a photo with it.

"This thing has been staring at my guest, just one guest, making it impossible for him to get a good night’s sleep," Chen Ze yawned and then twisted his neck.

"This could be a curse. Let me try something." The flying squirrel nodded. Although the character he played wasn’t a Priest or any kind of holy spokesperson, he did have a spell called ’Remove Curse’.

"Alright, that would be great, thank you," Chen Ze nodded and then followed the flying squirrel to the basement.

In fact, Chen Ze was not in a hurry, but the flying squirrel suggested that if he got drunk, he might not be able to use the spell, so they went to the basement earlier.

"Is this the guest you mentioned?" The flying squirrel looked at Li Xu, who was lying on the ground, sleeping soundly.

"Yes, that’s him," Chen Ze nodded, but he spoke very softly as he didn’t want to cause a scene with a lunatic in the restaurant.

Just think, if you were abruptly woken up from sleep and saw a skeleton with red glowing eyes staring at you, wouldn’t you be startled?

"Then I’ll give it a try." The Squirrel felt a bit nostalgic as he watched the man sleep so soundly on the cold concrete floor; it reminded him of his own past.

Before he crossed over to this world, he was also a corporate drone, the kind blessed to work a 996 schedule. Often, he would see others like him sleeping on benches, some even dozing off in the subway.

Now that he thought about it, The Squirrel realized that crossing over might not have been so bad after all—being able to sleep whenever he wanted was quite a luxury.

The Squirrel shook his head and then took out the Magic Wand, the symbol of the Grand Tomb Guild. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Magic Enhancement, Magic Double Amplification Buff, Emerald Body, Defense Magic, Defense Magic Enhancement..." Chen Ze grimaced. The Squirrel was truly acting like a madman, piling on more than a dozen support buffs just to cast a curse removal spell.

"...Magic Re-Enhancement: Remove Curse!" The Squirrel aimed his Magic Wand at Li Xu, and a beam of light shot from the tip, landing squarely on him.

Then Chen Ze saw a cloud of black mist rise up and dissipate into the air.

Chen Ze used the Magic Circle to sense around, and indeed, the ghostly shadow had vanished.

With their mission accomplished, The Squirrel and Chen Ze headed back to the restaurant where The Squirrel began to drink boisterously, refusing to be persuaded to stop.

"Boss! The information you gave me last time was incredibly helpful!" The door swung open, and Greenwich came in wearing a full set of electric dragon armor, laughing heartily. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

The next second, he saw The Squirrel sitting there drinking Thunderbrew Lager, and under Chen Ze’s stunned gaze, he walked over, sat down beside The Squirrel, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, bro, what kind of material is that suit made of?" The Squirrel felt the substantial force on his shoulder and turned to look at Greenwich.

Chen Ze couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh—The Squirrel was no Hunter.

Have you ever seen a Monster Hunter using Heart Grasp on a Mizutsune? Have you? Seems like it calls for a meme with "Mizutsune, times have changed."

However, Chen Ze felt that if The Squirrel crossed over into the world of Monster Hunter, he would definitely be chosen to go to the Monster Hunter Frontier to battle those extraordinary creatures.

"It’s made of fabric," The Squirrel surprisingly didn’t get angry, but instead started chatting with Greenwich.

"Fabric? That’s not very durable. Many dragons could easily tear through your clothes, though your skeletal suit looks quite good," Greenwich said wit a laugh as he took a big gulp of the drink that Betty handed him.

"Mr. Greenwich, where is Chef Cat?" Chen Ze interjected, fearing that if he didn’t step in, Greenwich would start discussing how to hunt Mizutsune with The Squirrel.

"Oh, my memory! Chef Cat is swamped with work at Dragon History Academy and won’t be able to come until next time. I’ve brought you a little gift this trip." Greenwich smiled as he pulled a bow from the pack he was carrying. It looked very cool.

"This is for you, boss!" Greenwich handed Chen Ze the bow, and suddenly Chen Ze felt he might be able to cosplay as a Monster Hunter himself.