Free Web NovelChapter 550: Chapter 410: Godfather-like Demeanor
The gathering at the distillery, to be honest, Chen Ze found it pretty boring, with nothing to do, they all just sat there like they were playing a staring contest, Rum silent, and no one else speaking, Chen Ze could even see Vermouth touching up her makeup, though by her face, it seemed to be her natural appearance rather than any incredible disguise technique through magical makeup.
"Manager, these people are so weird," Betty leaned on the counter, looking at Chen Ze.
"Well, after all, it’s the Dark Organization, they still have to have some style," Chen Ze thought the Godfather was quite a typical example, referring to those suave mafia members in the movie, giving off the vibe that even gang activities could have such an aristocratic flair.
"It’s really strange, I heard from Lord Stan that even in the Dark Council, there are all sorts of odd councilors," Betty glanced at those few guys, Chen Ze’s cuisine wasn’t ready yet, they still had to wait.
"Oh? Like what?" Chen Ze was a bit curious.
"Hehe, I heard that in the Dark Council, there is a Zombie Councilor who doesn’t have any hobbies, and likes to take off his own head during meetings and scoop his brains to feed himself." Betty’s words made Chen Ze shiver, what kind of bizarre act was that?
"There is also a Vampire Councilor, he is a male, but idolizes Lady Lafra, and every time there is a meeting, this guy dresses up like a little girl, often causing Lady Lafra’s discontent," Betty casually dropped another bombshell.
"...That’s certainly gentlemanly," Chen Ze rolled his eyes, what kind of bizarre guests were these?
With a Zombie who ate his own brain matter, so it was like a game’s refresh mechanism? A fresh supply every day?
And there was a cross-dressing boss, and moreover, one that liked to dress up as a Lolita, just from these two characters alone, Chen Ze felt a strong sense of dissonance.
Although he was complaining internally, Chen Ze’s hands moved swiftly, and in no time, he had finished all ten serves of curry pork cutlet rice and placed them on the table.
"Betty, come, serve them," Chen Ze clapped his hands, the Transcendent-level curry pork cutlet rice had eliminated many restrictions, such as Chen Ze not needing to ask for their individual preferences, a unified dish was all that was needed.
As for issues like spicy or sweet flavor, Chen Ze felt that in front of this Transcendent curry pork cutlet rice, there was no value in arguing.
"Distinguished guests, please enjoy your meal," Betty carried the curry pork cutlet rice out and placed it in front of Rum and the others.
"Thank you, cute Miss Betty," Rum smiled as he took a diamond from his pocket and placed it into Betty’s hand.
"Please do not refuse, beautiful lady, in fact, this is your tip," Rum was quite the gentleman, but the employees of the distillery who knew him well had no reaction at all.
Actually, Rum’s character was very cruel and ruthless, or else he wouldn’t be able to hold the second-in-command position in the Black Organization, this demeanor was just an external facade of Rum’s.
"Let’s eat," Rum picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of curry pork cutlet rice, and put it into his mouth.
The robust curry aroma mixed with the unique taste of the pork cutlet instantly hit Rum’s taste buds, making Rum experience what true gourmet food was for the first time in ages, it could even be said to be a rare delicacy not easily found in heaven.
"I didn’t expect you to be quite the connoisseur of restaurants, Gin~" Vermouth was also very satisfied, finding the flavor of the curry pork chop rice exceptionally good. She had traveled through many countries, yet facing this dish, she couldn’t help but give in to the impulse to keep eating.
"Hmph." Gin grunted coldly. He didn’t engage in conversation but instead ate his curry pork chop rice with big mouthfuls.
As for the others, they didn’t speak either. They just quickly ate their share of the curry pork chop rice.
Chen Ze looked at the scene before him and was somewhat speechless. These guys had really managed to turn a perfectly good winery team-building activity into a meal as tense as if they were eating their last supper.
But speaking of which...
Chen Ze glanced at Rum sitting in the place of honor. Although Vermouth was loyal to the organization, she could also be considered a kind of traitor, though her target of betrayal was a bit strange. Faced with anything related to the Kudo washing machine, Vermouth would instantly transform from a cold-hearted member of the Black Organization into a warm-hearted ’Conan’s mom’.
The stark contrast was jaw-dropping. Chen Ze didn’t know about the others, but considering the Black Organization’s pitiful situation, aside from Gin and Vodka, maybe some of the others could be traitors too?
This was no winery team-building. It was clearly a competition of acting skills between traitors.
Chen Ze muttered to himself while his hands didn’t stop moving. He was making a fantasy chocolate cake, the production of which wasn’t very complex, but the step involving pouring the liquor was a bit tedious.
Thanks to practice making perfect and his master-level confectionery skills, Chen Ze managed to finish all the chocolate fantasy cakes before Rum and the others finished their curry pork chop rice, and he had Betty take them out.
"Manager, please bring me another cup of tea," Moriarty raised his hand.
"Of course, Professor Moriarty, would you like to eat anything else?" Chen Ze looked at Moriarty and nodded with a smile.
"In that case... bring me some kind of snack, but make sure it’s tasty and a bit spicy," Moriarty pondered for a moment before deciding on what he wanted to eat.
"Alright, no problem. I’ll go prepare that for you," Chen Ze returned to the kitchen, already knowing what he was going to make for Professor Moriarty, although it wasn’t anything too difficult.
However, what Chen Ze failed to notice was that as he called out Moriarty’s name, Rum and the other members of the distillery all turned to glance at them.
Chen Ze returned to the kitchen, already knowing what he was going to make. It wasn’t anything too difficult; all he needed to do was serve the Dai-flavor lemon chicken feet he had prepared earlier and then show Moriarty how to eat them.
After all, in this era in Europe, chicken feet were mostly off the tables of the upper class, and whether commoners ate them or not, Chen Ze had no idea. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
"Professor Moriarty? You wouldn’t happen to be the Professor Moriarty from London? I’ve read your great works," Vermouth rose to her feet, holding a glass of Lai Mei and walked over.
She was also a bit helpless since she had intended to serve herself a glass of red wine, but upon inquiry, Betty had informed her that they did not have red wine, so she had to substitute it with this Lai Mei.
