My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 569: Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Nine: Sebastian Who Almost Sold Himself

Chen Ze rubbed his chin, the preparations for the Mid-Autumn banquet were almost done now, but he didn’t know when they would be able to start the meal. After all, the situation outside seemed a bit strange.

"I think this formula should be solved like this. If we can input the quantity and mass of antimatter, we would obtain such a thing..." Nyarlathotep was seriously discussing with Moriarty, even wearing a pair of glasses. Had one not known better, they might have thought Nyarlathotep had switched careers to teaching.

"Like this... Then what about this problem?" Moriarty flipped to a page in his notebook, and Chen Ze glanced at it. There were many more pages underneath, with no telling how many questions Moriarty had prepared.

"Sebastian, why are you trembling all the time?" Dragone looked helplessly at his friend. Although the store manager had already spoken for Sebastian before, Lord Stan had not continued to pursue Sebastian’s matter.

Yet Sebastian continued to shiver, trembling so intensely it was almost like a local level-four earthquake. Riesel’s hot pot was shaking continuously, and Dragone could see the veins bulging on Riesel’s forehead. If he didn’t try to calm Sebastian down, Riesel might just end up placing the hot pot on Sebastian’s head.

"I... I just feel... that my treasures may not be plentiful anymore." Sebastian looked utterly despondent and in despair. Having learned the price of the Void Flower, Sebastian felt as though he saw his treasures sprouting wings and flying away.

"Little Dragon, I’ve got a business proposition for you. Would you like to give it a try?" Hastur walked over, looking down on Sebastian from above.

"What business?" Sebastian looked up blankly. He didn’t recognize Hastur, let alone in her current cute girl form.

"Naturally, it’s to help you out of your current predicament~ As long as you’re willing to sign this contract, I can take care of the Void Flower’s cost for you." Hastur said with a smile, eyeing Sebastian like a big bad wolf that had spotted a delicious little rabbit.

"Of course, I’ll... cough cough cough... What contract?" Sebastian blinked. He had been about to agree immediately but the moment he began to say the word "willing," Dragone jabbed him in the stomach.

"This contract." Hastur didn’t care about Dragone’s glare; instead, she straightforwardly took out her own contract and handed it to Sebastian.

"Let me see..." Sebastian opened it and took a look.

The contract wasn’t complicated; it could even be described as very simple—after all, it was only one page, and the clauses weren’t complex either.

"So, you’re saying that if I agree to become the city manager of Hope City for a tenure of a thousand years, then I can offset the cost of the Void Flower?" Sebastian quickly read through it.

"Yes, that’s right. A thousand years isn’t too long, right?" Hastur nodded. Although to her, the Void Flower was something she could create with just a thought. freёweɓnovel.com

"I apologize, my lord, but we cannot accept your offer," Riesel stood up, looking respectfully at Hastur while subtly pulling his companion.

And Dragone’s expression changed. Hope City was a name that had become infamous in both the positive and negative planes lately, and many slaves from the positive plane had begun learning summoning magic, trying to teleport to the negative plane in hopes of seeking refuge in that magical city.

It also led to many mages skilled in negative plane counter-summoning spells making quite a bit of money.

When Riesel learned of this, he nearly laughed out loud. What kind of person dared to challenge the deeply entrenched slave trade syndicate?

It wasn’t until the Pope tacitly ignored it that Riesel began to perceive something amiss. Moreover, the negative plane had not erupted into any upheaval, though there were often people protesting in front of the Dark Council’s doors. But the wise knew well—if protests were effective, the negative plane would have seen changes in power countless times already.

And it was under these circumstances that Riesel first came to know from some rumors that behind Hope City stood that self-imprisoned being.

"Tsk, tsk, they’re really not coming?" Hastur was a bit annoyed. It was only after managing the city that Hastur realized how troublesome these lower beings of intelligence could be.

All sorts of demands, bizarre cases, made Hastur, who managed the city without using his own power, feel a bit irritated. Sometimes, Hastur even wanted to throw a brainwashing spell and turn all these creatures into idiots.

But out of the pride of a professional gamer, Hastur still gave up on this tempting idea.

"Everyone, let’s gather for a meal," Chen Ze announced as he stepped out, clapping his hands and looking at the guests before him with a smile.

"Mhm," Stan was the first to stand up, as that was the reason he had stayed.

"See you next time," Nyarlathotep and Moriarty said their goodbyes.

"Can’t you grow a brain?" Dragone affectionately thumped Sebastian’s chest, suspecting that Sebastian might be drunk.

"Tsk," Hastur observed coldly from the side, simultaneously contemplating whether to teach these three ungrateful fellows a lesson after returning.

"Yay!" Naruto jumped up excitedly, also grabbing Kakashi’s hand to raise it a bit.

"..." Kakashi suddenly felt so tired, wondering why Naruto hadn’t inherited the maturity and steadiness of The Fourth Hokage, but was instead... unique?

"Excuse us," Xie BiAn and Fan Wujiu also came over. They seemed to radiate more popularity and appeared friendlier, rather than presenting the intimidating vibe that could scare someone sick as before.

Chen Ze looked at the lively restaurant and couldn’t help but smile broadly. Today was indeed a very pleasant and bustling holiday.

"It’s time for the feast~" Lafra also came out, followed by a large barrel of alcohol which she had mixed herself.

Chen Ze then connected with the Magic Circle, using it to arrange the tables and chairs in the restaurant into a large table, and then had the guests sit down one by one.

"Betty, serve the dishes," Chen Ze called out to Betty, who was entertaining Lindsay, to come over.

Then Betty went to the kitchen and brought out the dishes that Chen Ze and his clone had worked on for hours, placing them on the table.

"Today’s... meal looks very rich," Hastur said, eying the dishes in front of him, licking his lips.

These dishes were all fantastic, with some even glowing, each one carefully crafted by Chen Ze.