Ring of Fate

Chapter 801 Recruitment (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days)

Les looked at Lumian and asked doubtfully:

“Can you make decisions for the boss here?”

"Sure, because I'm the boss here." Lumian pointed at himself with a smile.

Human meat chef Les is increasingly puzzled:
"Didn't we arrive at Morola together?"

This was less than an hour later.

Lumian tilted his head and pointed at the destroyed bar area with his chin:

"I fought a duel with the original owner of this place and won this bar from him."

Les' eyes suddenly lit up:
"Is he dead? Where is his body?"

"He was dragged away by the law enforcement team and should be sent to the cemetery for burial." Lumian walked to the edge of the hall, picked up a relatively intact chair, and placed it next to the ruins of the bar.

Les let out a regretful sigh, followed Lumian's suggestion, walked into the kitchen, and started busying himself with cooking.

Lumian walked to the bar area and looked for the two "steaks" that he and Albus had not eaten.

They, along with the dinner plates, were torn into pieces in the violent explosion and scattered among the wreckage, all charred and carbonized.

Lumian looked at it for a while and found that these "steak" pieces did not have the peculiar ability to wriggle and grow. After being burned, even the subtle connection between the corpses was lost, as if they were completely dead and no longer part of the "abscessed hand".

“These should not be recycled…

"The high-temperature flame burning can restrain the self-healing ability of the separated rotten flesh, but it is uncertain how much impact it will have on the rotten corpse itself...

"Yes, the separated rotten flesh must only have a certain degree of self-healing ability, otherwise each piece of flesh could grow into a brand new Bro with a Broken Hand, and there is no need for Bro with a Broken Hand to collect all his corpses..."

Lumian pondered for a while, then went to the edge of the hall and brought over an overturned small round table and placed it next to the previous chair.

He sat down and waited patiently for Les to prepare lunch.

As time passed, Les brought out mixed salads, fragrant creamy mashed potatoes and other food.

Lumian scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it in his mouth. He found the taste extremely delicate. The taste of starch, the sweetness of cream and the aroma of fat made up a delicious taste that made people unable to stop eating.

“Good cooking.” Lumian raised his left hand and gave a thumbs up.

Les stood beside him and said with a simple smile:
“I used to own a restaurant.”

“Cooking human meat?” Lumian made a provocative joke.

Les shook his head:

"At that time I was a normal chef, with excellent but still human cooking skills."

"Then why did you start eating people?" Lumian didn't directly ask you when you started to believe in the evil god.

He also didn't know who the evil god corresponding to the "Gourmet" path was.

Les's expression gradually became gloomy:
“My wife has a friend who always instilled in her the beauty of a luxurious life, introduced her to the so-called upper class members, and even instigated my wife to have an affair with someone, squander money, and secretly mortgage my restaurant. Her target from the beginning was our restaurant.

“After the restaurant was gone, the friend stopped associating with my wife, and she finally came to her senses, but she was too cowardly and simply set fire to the restaurant, burning herself to death.

"At this time, a customer who admired my cooking skills and often dined at our restaurant found me and asked me if I wanted revenge. He said that I should believe in the god of food, the great 'Swallowing Vortex', as I could master such high-level cooking skills as an ordinary human.

“After that, I received a gift and slowly grew up.

"After becoming a real 'chef', I found that woman and cooked the most satisfying meal of my life.

"From that day on, I started to like eating the flesh of the damned, and I also gained the ability to identify whether someone deserved to die."

"Is that woman also a follower of the evil god?" Hearing this, Lumian deeply suspected that the first person Les ate was the benefactor of the "broker" path.

Maybe Leeds's restaurant was part of a deal.

"Yes." Les had already obtained relevant information from the woman's flesh and blood. "She believed in the so-called 'truth'. She was still very weak when she met my wife."

As expected...Lumian laughed.

The ability to identify whether a target deserves to die is very useful. When we catch a Broker with Sequence 7 or above, we will hand him over to Ludwig.

After finishing the food made by Les, Lumian nodded with satisfaction:
"I'd like to hire you as the chef of this bar. Now let's talk about your salary and responsibilities."

"Okay." Les put on a gesture of asking to speak.

Lumian picked up the white napkin, wiped his mouth and said:
"There's still a lot of wine in the wine cellar. You'll need to clean up the bar, build a new one, and put the wine on it. After that, you'll be responsible for recruiting and managing bartenders and waiters, and getting back in touch with suppliers."

"That's the manager's job." Les is a restaurant owner.

Lumian smiled:

“Yes, chef and manager.

"All the income from the bar's operations, minus the costs, belongs to you."

"What about you?" Les had never seen a boss like this.

Don’t want any money anymore?
Lumian stood up, stretched his body, and said casually:

"You are responsible for my three meals a day, for finding someone to clean my room, and if there are special ingredients, you are responsible for helping me make dishes or cocktails that can give me corresponding characteristics. Also, I don't eat human flesh."

Les stared at Lumian for a few seconds and said in a deep voice:
"You seem to have a good idea of ​​what the 'Chef' is capable of."

Lumian looked at the sky, where the rain had stopped, and said with a smile as he walked towards the door of the bar:

"The original owner of this bar was a 'depriver', but unfortunately, I deprived him of his life, so he can no longer exchange cooking skills with you."

Moreover, my godson is your angel on this path.

Les remained silent, and when Lumian was about to leave the bar, he looked at his back and answered:

"I'll run this bar well."

Without even turning his head, Lumian raised his right hand and waved it gently to show that he understood.

There was still deep water on the street outside, and pedestrians were mainly walking on the steps on both sides. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, as if there had not been a heavy rain just now.

Following the subtle connection brought by the mark of the contract, Lumian walked towards the place where the head of the "abscessed hand" was suspected to be.

Turning a street, he saw a soaking wet corpse lying quietly under an obelisk carved with books. It was Vijepan, the gloomy rapist and murderer who was exiled to Morola with Lumian and others.

At this point, his hands and feet were severed at the joints, his pants were stripped off, his crotch was bloody and the most important items were gone.

His eyes were wide open, frozen with pain and despair.

"Hey, did you lose the duel?" Lumian laughed silently.

He almost whistled, cheering for the legal duel that had taken place earlier and that he had not seen.

That would be wonderful, and anyone's death would be worth a toast.

"It seems that the collector named Julie is more powerful... She and Vijepan both have ulterior motives, no, they are openly trying to provoke a duel..." Lumian thinks that Julie is most likely a Beyonder, and her knife skills are not something that ordinary people can possess.

As for whether it was Vijay Pan or not, he couldn’t tell for the time being. Even if it was, his extraordinary characteristics should have been taken away.

"That woman is very powerful." A voice suddenly sounded beside Lumian.

It was a gentleman coming over from the side of the little square.

He wore a half-high silk hat, a white shirt, a cashmere sweater, a woolen formal coat, a bow tie, and carried a walking stick in his hand.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with a thin face and gentle blue eyes, like a very well-educated upper-class person.

Of course, in Morola, there are no good people, only bad people and worse people.

"Did you see their fight?" Lumian asked casually.

The gentleman smiled and replied:

“At first they wanted to go to the restaurant on the square to borrow revolvers for the duel, but the waiter told them that there were too many people duelling today, so all the guns had been borrowed, leaving only two long swords.

"That woman was very powerful. The man only blocked three sword strikes before he was knocked to the ground, his hands and feet were cut off, and his pants were taken off."

From this point of view, Vijay Pan doesn’t look like a Beyonder… Lumian retracted his gaze, turned to the gentleman next to him, and asked with a smile:

"What do you call it?"

The gentleman placed his hand on his chest and bowed:
"You can call me Gusin, or 'The Count'.

"I heard you killed Worms?"

"Worms, the thief?" Lumian replied with a smile, "He was killed by lightning. It has nothing to do with me. If I really killed him, the law enforcers would have arrested me."

Gu Xin smiled slightly and said:

"It's not that there is no way to deceive law enforcement officers."

Did you also find the law enforcers dull and routine? Lumian thought for a few seconds and decided to be "honest":
"Worms died because he was unlucky. The object he stole from me was capable of attracting lightning strikes on rainy days."

"You really can't be blamed." Gu Xin expressed his understanding.

He asked enthusiastically:
"What's your name and where do you live now?"

"Louis, living at the 'Carnivore' bar." Lumian told the truth.

Gu Xin nodded slightly and said:
"Be careful of Byner, the owner and chef of that bar. He is dangerous and can eat people."

Lumian smiled.

"He is dead."

Gu Xin was stunned for a moment, then smiled back:

"You are more interesting than I expected. I hope you can bring some long-lost vitality to Morola."

Lumian didn't continue the topic, and took the opportunity to get information:

"In Morola, besides Heraberg of the Church of Knowledge, who are the people we need to pay attention to?"

Gu Xin said without thinking:
“Vanak, the owner of Dades Agricultural Company, monopolized the food supply to Morola from the surrounding farms. He had originally become an experimental subject, but later suddenly ran out and behaved like a normal person.

"He is the most dangerous one in Morola."

Can I return to normal after becoming an experimenter? The Church of Knowledge didn't care about Vanak leaving the experimenter team? Isn't this what I need? Lumian nodded thoughtfully and said:
"Who is the second most dangerous person in Morola?"

Gu Xin replied with an unchanged smile:

“They said it was me.”

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(End of this chapter)