My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 497: Chapter 357: What if a smart person acquired advanced knowledge?

"I... What just happened to me?" Betty rubbed her head in pain and slowly got up from the ground. She had no memory of what had just happened, and if it weren’t for the fact that she was in a restaurant, Lafra might have suspected that she had been attacked.

"Hey dude, you awake?" Chen Ze smiled at Betty, while Lafra stood beside him with a speechless expression.

"Lady Lafra!" Betty immediately jumped up, worried she might be mistaken for slacking off.

"Really, don’t just try out dishes randomly next time." Lafra didn’t blame Betty but turned to look at Chen Ze, pouting.

"Heh heh... I didn’t expect it to turn out like this either," Chen Ze said, a bit embarrassed.

When he had gone out earlier, Professor Moriarty had asked if he needed help; he could devise a plan to deal with Betty without leaving any evidence behind.

Chen Ze was puzzled. He just had Betty to taste a dish, yet these people made it seem like it was no different from murder and bootlegging.

"Manager..." Lafra went back upstairs to sleep. She had been dragged down by Chen Ze, even wearing slippers.

"Uh... What is it?" Chen Ze felt very embarrassed, not knowing how to explain the current situation.

"Sigh... Never mind, who makes you the manager? What can a little waiter like me do if you want me to taste food?" Betty sighed, with an expression of ’born to be a demon, I’m sorry,’ which made Chen Ze’s mouth twitch.

"Just say it, what compensation do you want?" Chen Ze sighed. He was at fault this time since he had never made Betty try such a harsh dish before.

"A case of game cartridges~" Betty immediately beamed with joy, excitedly wagging her tail.

Chen Ze felt his heart skip a beat, but certainly not from feeling moved, rather from the pain.

A case of game cartridges, Chen Ze knew exactly what Betty was talking about; after all, the only game device he gave to Betty that uses cartridges was the Switch.

And as every Nintendo aficionado knows, losing in-game progress can just be considered as breaking a limb. But losing a case filled with games is truly a bankruptcy.

"You’re going overboard." Chen Ze looked at Betty with a blank stare. How had her audacity grown so much?

"Hehe, then half a case is acceptable." Betty scratched her head, feeling a little embarrassed. Chen Ze eventually agreed, considering he would need Betty to taste food in the future. Losing such a good taster would be a pity.

"Manager, has Ronna not arrived yet?" Moriarty wiped his mouth, having finished eating. He had to admit, the dessert at Chen Ze’s place was quite nice.

"Not yet, Mr. Moriarty, but Ronna usually comes in the afternoon," replied Betty, who had just succeeded in getting half a box of game cartridges from Chen Ze and was in a very good mood, even having decided what to buy.

She had heard that the rhythm game of the world’s number one princess was rather good, suitable for members of the Knight Order to purchase. Although Betty wasn’t a member of the Knight Order herself, she was also very interested in the princess.

"Then I’ll wait a bit longer. Mr. Manager, can I get a refill here?" Moriarty, who had initially picked up his hat, hesitated for a moment and then put the hat back down.

"Of course, it’s possible," Chen Ze walked out, wiping his hands, as he had somehow managed to deal with that pot of soup. "However, after refilling your cup five times, we’re going to switch teapots and provide you with a fresh pot of black tea."

"Alright, then let me settle this meal’s bill first." Moriarty smiled, then took out an item from a box he was carrying and placed it on the table.

Chen Ze was stunned for a moment, then silently wiped his eyes to make sure the item in front of him was indeed what he thought it was.

"This thing... could it be?" Chen Ze hesitated a bit, knowing that Moriarty was a London big shot who had fooled Scotland Yard countless times, but surely this item shouldn’t be used to pay for a meal, right?

"This is a little trinket I took from Buckingham Palace. Its value should be quite decent. I wonder if you, the manager, would find it satisfactory?" Moriarty leaned on his cane, leisurely sipping his tea.

"I think it’s nice, but only as a collectible." Chen Ze was speechless, guessing it really was that one, a crown made with one hundred gemstones and diamonds from Myanmar. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

But fortunately, Moriarty didn’t take the one used as the symbol of succession; otherwise, the fun would really begin.

Chen Ze accepted the crown and then sat there chatting with Moriarty, since no other customers were coming in at the moment.

Moriarty’s profound knowledge and witty conversation could make anyone feel refreshed, and while Chen Ze’s own learning was insufficient, he had the advantage of living in an information explosion era, which allowed him to hold a conversation with Moriarty.

"Manager, what does E=mc² mean?" Moriarty was very curious about this question, feeling for some reason it was a particularly interesting piece of knowledge.

"You’re asking me? I don’t know either, just that there’s this formula. If you want an explanation, I think you’ll have to wait for old man Einstein himself to come by before we can talk..." Chen Ze gave a wry shake of his head. He was only an undergraduate student majoring in finance; how could he possibly know the answer?

But before Chen Ze could finish, the door was pushed open, and there was Nyarlathotep, holding a crystal in his hand.

"Did I just hear you call me, Manager?" Nyarlathotep smiled and glanced at Moriarty without paying further attention—a mere mortal, after all.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Einstein?" Moriarty, undisturbed by Nyarlathotep’s indifference just now, walked over excitedly and asked.

"Einstein? Yes, I am Newton Einstein Tesla. And you are?" Naya thought of one of his avatars.

"It’s like this..." Moriarty’s eyes lit up, then he pulled Nyarlathotep to a chair, and they immediately began a heated discussion.

"What are you two on about..." Chen Ze massaged his brow in agony. What kind of joke was this? Why was Nyarlathotep acting as if Einstein was his alter ego?

And Professor Moriarty, are you planning to use nuclear weapons to deal with your opponent, Holmes?

One wonders what Scotland Yard will turn into after having a discussion with Nyarlathotep in his mad scientist mode.

Another day likely to be nuked flat, perhaps?