My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 593: Chapter 453: Are You Sure This Thing Isn’t Out to Get Revenge on Society?

Because the sausage had already been cured, it was fully cooked and even carried a hint of warmth; it could have been served directly as a ready-to-eat dish for the guests.

However, since Moriarty had requested a grilled sausage, Chen Ze still needed to roast it to see if he could quickly prepare the dish and meet a certain standard without any issues.

"Should be possible, right?" Chen Ze touched his chin, not entirely confident deep down since he had never seen this cooking method of roasting a cured product before.

"Professor Moriarty, have you and Sherlock Holmes been having disputes recently?" Betty poured another pot of black tea for Moriarty and asked out of curiosity.

"Hmm, but this fellow has been busy chasing Jack the Ripper recently, so he hasn’t had the time to bother me." Moriarty picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, finding himself growing more and more fond of these teapots.

It seemed he could search for an Easterner next time to buy a Yixing teapot; his subordinates had mentioned that an Eastern business had appeared in London, where he could probably find what he wanted.

"Jack the Ripper?" Betty blinked, not recalling any guest by that name.

In fact, up to this point, Betty’s main task was to remember the names and faces of the guests, which was quite easy for her as there weren’t many customers coming into the restaurant at any one time, and it was often the regulars who came, with new ones being less frequent.

"Yeah, a guy with psychological issues. I know his identity and where he’s hiding, but I don’t want to help that ridiculous detective," Moriarty shrugged.

Now, Moriarty felt like an audience member with a god-like perspective, thoroughly enjoying the sidelines.

Initially, Sherlock Holmes’s attention was focused on him, until Jack the Ripper left a woman on Baker Street, right in front of Holmes’s door, an act that instantly shifted Holmes’s attention.

Although Moriarty had committed many crimes, if Holmes didn’t catch Jack the Ripper soon, the landlady herself might not be able to handle the stress since Jack the Ripper was every woman’s nightmare at the moment.

Even though Jack the Ripper was killing women who were in the sex trade, no one wanted to live in the same place as a psychopathic criminal; nobody knew if one day, on a whim, he would barge in, slaughter them, and then draw a pair of wings beside them.

"Professor Moriarty really has a wicked sense of humor," Betty said with a smile, unable to help herself. The enmity between Moriarty and Holmes was no secret in the restaurant.

"I just don’t have much sympathy for those fools," Moriarty said calmly, sipping his tea.

Sherlock Holmes was very skilled, exceedingly so; if Moriarty hadn’t tampered with the evidence at the start, Jack might have been caught by now. But since Moriarty had hidden the evidence from the beginning, it would take Holmes much more time to catch Jack.

This way, Moriarty also had plenty of time to leisurely work on his own matters.

Otherwise, being constantly followed by that damned detective, even Moriarty would have to be distracted and deal with the fellow.

"Bang!" A huge noise came from outside the door, startling Betty so much that she swallowed all the words she had been about to say.

"What is this..." Betty looked outside and, to be honest, the noise was even louder than the last time a ghost woman had come. freёwebnovel.com

"Bang!" An even more intense noise, Betty took a step back through the entirety of the Magic Capital; there was no denying, the scene was somewhat frightening.

"Food Tide?" Chen Ze furrowed his brows as he walked out. Such a huge noise could be heard even from the kitchen, and judging by all the circumstances, it was unlikely that any guest was maliciously banging on the door.

The last time such a large noise occurred was because an extremely difficult to trigger Food Tide had been activated, which brought Chen Ze the Nutmeg Tuna on one occasion, and the Swamp Eel another time. It just wasn’t clear whether this was a Food Tide or not.

"I apologize, Professor Moriarty, but something may happen in a moment, so I’ll give you a Magic Circle for protection; otherwise, it would be very troublesome," Chen Ze apologized as he turned to glance back at Moriarty, and then conjured up a Magic Circle, enveloping Moriarty’s table and chairs in protection.

With this protection, even if a large quantity of seawater gushed in like before, it wouldn’t affect the guest’s dining experience; otherwise, Moriarty’s clothes would end up drenched.

Chen Ze then opened the wooden door and saw an enormous head poking in, but it looked extremely ugly, giving Chen Ze a sense of psychological discomfort.

"Roar!" bellowed the huge creature, but soon after, its head jerked violently, and the light in its eyes faded completely, leaving it limp on the ground.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, it seemed that it was his ingredient after all, but he had no idea what kind of uncomfortable-looking creature this was, or what sort of ingredient it could be.

Chen Ze didn’t have a profound understanding of Food Tide yet, but he was aware that all the ingredients it brought so far were from an old comic called ’The Captive of Gourmet’, so as soon as Moriarty left, Chen Ze planned to look up the identity of the creature.

"Good thing I have this." Chen Ze reached out his hand, touched the monster’s head, and in an instant, the beast vanished without a trace, stored away inside Chen Ze’s magical storage stone.

Chen Ze glanced outside; it was still pitch black, with nothing visible, but he didn’t mind, since every time visitors from another world came, their door would turn into this.

"Professor Moriarty, I hope there was no disturbance," Chen Ze said, looking at Moriarty, after having dismantled the Magic Circle.

"Not at all, though that creature did look quite hideous," Moriarty responded with a smile, eating the last éclair, which tasted very good.

"Yeah, its skin felt like that slimy rubber, simply horrendous," Chen Ze agreed wholeheartedly, Heaven knows his mood turned atrocious when he touched its head.

The slippery texture was simply nauseating, and for some reason, it bore a slight resemblance to a monster known as the White Lightning Dragon from Monster Hunter; Chen Ze seriously suspected it was designed as revenge on society.