My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 611: Chapter 471: About the English Not Being Like the English

Mr. Momonga noted Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes’s gazes, as after his own transmigration, he discovered he seemed to have acquired some magical abilities. One of them was the ability to sense when others were looking at him, even if they were doing so sneakily. To Mr. Momonga, it was as obvious as if they were blatantly staring right in front of him.

However, Mr. Momonga didn’t concern himself with that. He had become accustomed to it. In fact, during meals at this restaurant, he often encountered some peculiar customers, many of whom would sneak glances at him. He had even run into a yellow-furred mouse once that managed to zap him, though it only took off a little bit of health.

But that had left a lasting impression on Mr. Momonga, so he had completely given up any thoughts of delving deep into the mysteries of this restaurant. It was enough to just come here to dine.

"Mr. Momonga, how have you been recently?" Chen Ze walked out of the kitchen with a plate of skewers in his hand.

Betty followed behind him, also carrying a plate of skewers, which she placed in front of Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes, drawing their attention.

"What is this?" Sherlock Holmes asked, looking at the skewers in front of him with a bit of surprise.

"Mr. Holmes, these are grilled skewers that the manager instructed me to give to you, a complimentary dish. Please enjoy," Betty said with a smile, retreating to the side. She then quickly slipped into the kitchen, where Chen Ze had left another plate for her.

"Complimentary? The manager is really in high spirits on such a joyous occasion," Moriarty laughed, showing off the Eastern language he had learned to Sherlock Holmes.

"Ha, naturally, since ’a single night of spring is worth a thousand gold,’ after all," Sherlock Holmes scoffed, glancing disdainfully at Moriarty. Ever since the last time he dined here and was ridiculed by that scoundrel Moriarty for not being able to use chopsticks, Sherlock Holmes had resolved to thoroughly study the culture of that wondrous Eastern nation.

"Oh? The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao," Moriarty set down his teacup, looking at Sherlock Holmes with a hint of a cold smile.

"Ha, the name that can be named is not the eternal name," Sherlock Holmes picked up a skewer, took a bite, and nodded in satisfaction.

Ever since he had tasted Chen Ze’s dishes, Sherlock Holmes had grown somewhat tired of Mrs. Hudson’s fried fish and mashed potatoes. In fact, he felt that everything he ate in London was merely for sustenance, and only the food at Chen Ze’s place was truly delectable.

"Interesting, so then... ’The Art of War by Sun Tzu,’ have you had a chance to read it?" Moriarty was a little tongue-tied; everything was great about that miraculous Eastern nation, including its deep-rooted culture, but the names were a little hard to pronounce.

"Surround Wei to save Zhao, deceiving heaven to cross the sea?" Sherlock Holmes gave Moriarty a glance, seeing that the man had also read "The Art of War by Sun Tzu." He had to admit, it was quite fearsome that those Easterners were able to devise such tactics so long ago.

"Hahaha, then would you care for a game of Chinese chess?" Moriarty laughed, his fingers gently caressing his cane, curious to see how skilled the great detective was.

"Sure, who will go first?" Sherlock Holmes nodded, as he had also studied Chinese chess.

"Then I shall start..." Following that, Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty began to play mental chess.

Chen Ze was somewhat speechless, glancing at Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty, who were engrossed in their game of mental chess, and shook his head before continuing his chat with Mr. Momonga.

As for those two eccentrics, Chen Ze didn’t want to comment anymore. And weren’t those two chaps English? How come they could play Chinese chess so fluently without a physical board?

Chen Ze felt that he might be a fake Huaxian.

"Manager, are those two gentlemen playing Chinese chess?" Mr. Momonga also watched with interest as the two Westerners, with folded arms, called out the moves, as if there was an actual chessboard in their minds. freēwebnovel.com

"Yes, they are playing Chinese chess," Chen Ze’s mouth twitched.

"It’s really interesting. So, Manager, what would you do if you were in my shoes?" Mr. Momonga chuckled, his jaw gaping wide.

"Well... To be honest, I think it’s like you’re matching wits with thin air," Chen Ze stroked his chin. Mr. Momonga had just been discussing the issues in his world with him.

Chen Ze thought that according to the progress of the anime, Mr. Momonga should have just finished dealing with the Lizardmen and was now getting ready to gather intelligence in the Empire.

You have to admit, the anime ’Overlord’ is pretty interesting. Even the term ’diabla’ was spread from this anime, but when Chen Ze watched it, he always felt like Mr. Momonga was playing a game of wits against the air.

However, it seems that in the later novels, other players do appear, though still not as strong as Mr. Momonga.

"It’s always good to be cautious," Mr. Momonga shrugged his shoulders and then picked up a skewer of meat, popping it into his mouth and chewing.

"I feel like you’d really hit it off with a certain overly cautious hero," Chen Ze was somewhat speechless, but this cautious personality didn’t seem to have any big issues.

"Overly cautious hero?" Mr. Momonga seemed a bit interested.

"Yeah, but he’s never been to my restaurant. Honestly, even if he saw the portal to my restaurant, I doubt he’d come through," Chen Ze rubbed his chin, figuring that with the overly cautious hero’s usual pattern, upon seeing the portal, he’d probably throw all sorts of magic at it first, and then decisively walk around it when he found it unbreakable.

But now that he mentioned it...

So, it’s very likely that his portal in the overly cautious hero’s world had indeed been hit with a barrage of magic?

Chen Ze felt there was a high probability of that.

"I would actually like to meet him," Mr. Momonga said with a hint of regret. Based on Chen Ze’s description, he felt this person was indeed very cautious.

"Yeah, I also think you’d find common ground with the Moe King," Chen Ze nodded, after all, neither of them were human, so it didn’t seem strange that they’d have common language.

"It feels like your place here is really interesting, often bringing in some miraculous customers," Mr. Momonga smiled and then took another sip of Lai Mei.

"Hmm..." Chen Ze looked at Mr. Momonga, was this guy not sensitive to his own identity?

"Well, I guess it’s about time I left; otherwise, things on my end will be a bit troublesome." Mr. Momonga drained the Lai Mei in one gulp, set down the glass, and then took a ring out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"What is this?" Chen Ze was curious. He had seen the rings that Mr. Momonga used, namely, the Wishing Ring.

"This is a gift, a ’Blessing of the Goddess of Luck’ ring. Congratulations, Mr. Manager, for you are about to step into the hall of matrimony," Mr. Momonga smiled. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"How did you know?" Chen Ze was a bit stunned.

"Betty told me," Mr. Momonga shrugged.