A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 256 Doting
"Pizza's here!"

Quinn placed the pizza on the table, and its aroma filled everyone's nostrils.

A brief silence fell over the table. The pizza on the table was absolutely perfect, both in appearance and taste; it should have been in a restaurant, not in the dormitory of a Grindelwald professor.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally Seven was the first to test the poison. He picked up a piece of pizza and tentatively took a bite.

Another bite.

He then stuffed the entire pizza into his mouth, chewing with bulging cheeks, as if he dared not miss a single bite.

"How does it compare to the cafeteria food?" Adolf asked.

Seven swallowed the pizza, stood up, and bowed solemnly to Quinn: "Please teach me how to make it."

"What, you're interested in cooking?"

"No, I feel like with this pizza I can *get my senior's *b." Seven expressed his highest praise for the food.

Hearing Seven say this, Adolf also tried a piece and immediately let down his guard and ate with relish.

It tastes better than the cafeteria food. It abandons all the unnecessary seasonings, and the pure aroma of cheese and bread is just right. The green pepper, sausage and mushroom bits on top are just right, making it perfect.

"Kitten, you can't eat cheese pizza."

Quinn pressed down on Lynn's forehead to stop her from putting the pizza in her mouth.

The Colossus does not have the function of "digestion".

Human food only serves to satisfy her sense of taste. After eating, Lin needs to use the mana stored in her body to digest it, which is why she can eat all the time without feeling hungry or full.

Quinn wasn't sure how much energy she needed to digest a pizza, but according to her, eating large meals daily would increase the frequency of mana supplementation.

That is, the contents of that bottle.

Even Quinn could tell that Lynn was having a very difficult time replenishing her mana, which was why the academy forbade her from eating. Currently, her daily intake of one serving of junk food was just right, so she didn't need to supplement her mana, but eating more than that wouldn't do.

Lynn clutched the pizza tightly in both hands, trying to stuff it into her mouth even with Quinn blocking her head, but he showed no sportsmanship and simply stole the pizza from her hands. Seeing the pizza disappear into thin air, Lynn protested softly, "The pizza is mean."

“Pizza is a kind gesture.” Quinn stuffed the pizza that Lynn had taken into his mouth.

The three were slightly surprised to see this scene; they really were relatives, like a father disciplining a child.
Celia came out of the washroom and washed her hands—among the students, only the girl had the habit of washing her hands before meals, and it was unknown who she had learned it from.

After she sat down, she didn't eat immediately. Instead, she whispered to Quinn, "Mr. Quinn, I've hidden your dirty clothes so they won't see them."

"Dirty clothes?" Quinn didn't recall having any dirty clothes.

“He’s a man after all,” she complained to Quinn. “He needs to be more hygienic! It looks like he hasn’t washed in days. Even if you’re lazy, you can have the Minions take it to the laundry room.”

Immediately, the girl who had secretly hidden the dirty clothes to save the teacher's face acted as if nothing had happened, picked up a slice of pizza, took a small bite, and her eyes seemed to light up—

"Wow! Delicious!! Mr. Quinn is a master chef!"

Although Celia is always insecure about herself, her feelings about other things are straightforward and passionate. No one dislikes a sunny and frank girl, who is enthusiastic and unrestrained, and whose innocent face reveals a joy that doesn't require any effort to interpret.

"Meghan, come on, open your mouth and I'll feed you—ah~~"

"Xiaoqian, I'm on a diet!"

"Quick, it's super delicious! Ah—"

"No, really?"

"Celia, I want some too, feed me quickly—" It's obvious who said that.

"Is it good? Would you like another piece?" Celia remained unmoved and continued feeding her best friend.

"Why are you ignoring me?!" Seven pretended to wipe away tears.

Feeling a finger poking his waist from behind, and seeing Lin's plain face staring at the half-eaten pizza in his hand, Quinn said helplessly, "This is the last piece for today."

"Pizza, please." "Kitty, you can have cheese pizza."

"Oh, pizza is so kind."

After everyone finished eating, Quinn tidied up the table briefly and took the dirty rag to the washroom to wash it. Having worked in a kitchen before, Quinn retained some habits from his teenage years, such as cleaning countertops and tidying up kitchen utensils.

He wasn't a germaphobe, but he was better at personal hygiene than many men. He rarely left dirty clothes like underwear and shirts to be washed the next day, so Quinn was puzzled as to what Celia meant by dirty clothes.

After entering the washroom, he looked around, walked into the bathroom, opened the bucket covered by a washbasin in the corner, and then his eyes flickered slightly.

There was a hoodie in the bucket.

Celia was being very mild in describing it as "havingn't been washed for many, many days"; this hoodie looked like it had been dug out of the ground.

It has faded so much that its original color is no longer visible, and the loose fabric has rendered it worthless. Even a child could easily tear it. Half of the sleeve is missing, and there is a large hole in the hood.
This garment has lost all its original features and could easily be thrown in the trash; even a ragpicker wouldn't give it a second glance.

But Quinn knew it was an artifact from the abyss.

This is the very outfit he wore on his last day in Beibu Gulf City, with a bullet hole even visible in the front.

Quinn touched his abdomen; there were no gunshot wounds, not even a small scar.

After ascending to 'Ash', did the Heroic Trait repair my body?
This garment, like the tattered relics occasionally found buried in the Forbidden Forest, is an abyss relic, but it has nothing unusual about it, nor does it carry any abyss pollution.

It ended up here, perhaps because Amamiya Nene brought it back casually?
There was a jet-black feather stuck inside the hat. Quinn picked it out and examined it for a long time.

Finally, he took out a cloth bag from inside his coat, which contained a fragment of a concave-convex mirror—a talisman he had bought at a pawn shop in Broom Alley, which the shopkeeper said could ward off mirror-like mysteries.

Quinn put the dragon-speaking parrot feather into the bag as well and tied it up carefully.

He immediately decided to throw the clothes away; after all, they were relics from the abyss, and it was always better to be safe than sorry.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the pocket of his clothes.

His intuition told him that there was something very valuable inside.

Quinn paused for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring.

He stared in disbelief at the diamond ring in his hand, never expecting it to have been brought out with him.

With Lan Na Niu's death, the city of Beibu Gulf, shrouded in darkness since 1999, was also destroyed. Before the gray fog rolled in, Quinn returned once to the police car where Qin Weizheng was being held and took something away.

He took this ring.

This is my parents' wedding ring.

He just wanted to leave something as a memento, or perhaps not a memento, but simply to seek some new traces of paternal and maternal love for his blank childhood.

But
Quinn frowned slightly. Was the diamond in this ring really that big?
I was probably too tired at the time, and I can't even remember what it looked like when I took off the ring, but the craftsmanship of the ring is definitely from Earth, there's even English on the band.
Considering what Qin Weizheng has done, it's not surprising that he has the money to buy this thing.

Knock knock, someone knocked on the door, and then Celia walked into the bathroom.

“Mr. Quinn, let me help you. It’s really unfair of you to make pizzas and clean up all by yourself.”

Her voice suddenly paused.

Celia's gaze was fixed intently on the ring on Quinn's hand, as if bound by ropes. Her voice trembled slightly.

"Is this... yours?"

"Huh? Hmm."

Quinn smiled and casually put the ring into his pocket.

"mine."

(End of this chapter)