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The voice sounded familiar.

Both the random person and the guy called Heck looked over at the same time.

The speaker leaned casually against the back of his chair, an unlit cigar between the fingertips of his left hand resting on the edge of the table. He wasn't wearing a formal suit, just a decent-quality black shirt.

His hair was casually tied in a small braid at the back of his head, and the light shone down from behind him, casting a halo on his slightly curly black hair.

How could it be him?

The mysterious person who gave her both hope and curse in the Nightingale's memory.

He subconsciously adjusted the position of the tray so that it completely blocked his left hand.

"Mr. Noah..."

The goatee, known as Heck, immediately lost his arrogance and stood up almost obsequiously, unsure of what to do with his hands.

Noah waved his hand, but his probing gaze never left Renyi.

His eyes are very distinctive.

It resembled very light-colored amber, yet its pupils were large, giving it a slightly inhuman feel.

He didn't move until Heck sat down dejectedly, picked up the dirty martini, and took a big gulp.

He turned completely around and lit a cigarette with his unlit cigar.

"This young man and I... should be old acquaintances."

An old acquaintance?

Heck looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Could he have offended someone powerful...?

Nearby guests also perked up their ears, their gazes drifting towards this direction almost imperceptibly.

She maintained a smile, but her heart was pounding.

What state is this guy in right now?

A triggered memory?

Or perhaps he has already died somewhere, and this is just a lingering remnant of his soul here?

Or perhaps... he is the master of this strange space.

It is arbitrary and even uncertain how Noah identified himself.

Could it be that they discovered a curse on him?

But his reaction didn't seem like that; rather, it was more like he sensed a familiar presence rather than directly discovering it.

Seeing his silence, Noah seemed even more curious. His amber eyes curved into a smile as he pressed on, "I'm certain we're destined to meet, though I can't quite recall where we've met before... Perhaps you could remind me?"

The pressure was put on Renyi's side.

Nathan, behind the bar, also stopped wiping the glasses and watched silently.

He lowered his head and sighed softly, a sound tinged with sadness.

"It's no wonder you don't remember, after all, so many years have passed..."

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

The main attractions are distinguished and mysterious VIPs, handsome waiters, people standing up for others, and the phrase "old acquaintance"... enough to pique everyone's curiosity about the scandalous and erotic tales.

"Mr. Noah, you even held my son when he was born."

"..."

"puff--!"

Heck sprayed the wine he had just drunk all over the half-eaten steak in front of him.

In an instant, several pairs of eyes focused on them, filled with shock, bewilderment, and utter disbelief!

However......

Ren Yi's expression remained as sincere, as nostalgic, and as proud as ever.

—Of course he's talking nonsense.

According to information Nathan previously revealed at the bar, the earliest timeline of this space is the early 20th century, while the sinking of the Albatross occurred at least four hundred years ago.

Based on the timeline, it shouldn't be that he only felt "familiarity" with himself and couldn't recognize the curse he himself had cast.

Therefore, he speculated on three possibilities:

First, Noah has been reincarnated countless times, and his memory is incomplete.

Second, Noah lived too long and developed Alzheimer's disease.

Third, the one in front of you, whether alive or dead, is just an avatar or projection, not the original body.

Either way, it illustrates one thing—

This guy is nothing to fear, and he can't disprove what anyone says.

The role of a waiter is too passive.

Since someone has offered a ladder, why not take it and use it to your advantage?

Noah himself was stunned. His usually all-knowing eyes were momentarily blank as he frowned and began to ponder, as if recalling a child that never existed.

"Your son?"

He repeated uncertainly, "I... hugged you?"

"Yes."

He nodded firmly and added, "You even praised him for looking like you and said he would definitely become an outstanding navigator in the future."

This time, Noah really started to recall things seriously, but of course, he came up empty-handed.

He lived too long and went to too many places, either as an unknown onlooker or as someone who had finished having fun and then died.

He enjoys watching plays, and he also likes directing and acting in his own films...

But once the play is over, it's over. Who can remember the script and the actors?

He must have done something like holding a child and saying they look like him, although... I have no recollection of it at all.

That's normal, though.

He doesn't even remember why he ended up on the Narwhal; all he knows is that he can't get out.

He had only spoken because he sensed the aura of his own power emanating from the young waiter.

"...Alright then."

Noah shook his head, accepting the strange premise, and then sadly put the cigar between his fingers to his lips.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you just now."

This undoubtedly acknowledges that he and the waiter did indeed have a relationship.

The guests' gazes toward Renyi became more complex, and they began to assess the value of their acquaintance. Heck, too, began to ponder how to salvage the situation, feeling restless and uneasy.

Nathan gave a thumbs-up from behind the bar:

You're so lucky.

Then Noah spoke again:

"Since you are the son of an old friend...and his father, don't just stand there."

He gestured to the empty seat next to him. "Come on, sit down and let's talk. Your son... how is he doing?"

Of course, Ren Yi couldn't just sit here and wait to be questioned.

How could he legitimately wander around the hall while sitting here, especially since he hadn't found Aurora, Esther, Luigi, and Sean yet?

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Noah."

He gave an apologetic smile. "But I'm afraid that won't work."

"I have work to do, and it's not proper for me to sit here with guests."

While speaking,

He even raised the tray slightly to show that he was very professional.

Noah didn't intend to force him, but his interest only grew stronger.

"Oh well,"

He turned back lazily. "Maybe we can catch up again after you finish your work."

He nodded perfunctorily and hurriedly walked towards the bar.

Nathan was taking orders and mixing drinks for the other waiters when he saw the captain approaching. He gestured with his chin to indicate the champagne tray was over there, and then joked:

"Son? Qiu Qianren?"

"Isn't that your son?" Ren Yi retorted. "He's only been born for two days, and you're already disgusted by him?"

The waiter, who was also waiting, gave the bartender a reproachful look before taking his drink and leaving.

"The house collapsed."

The bartender complained to Renyi with a pained expression, "In my new colleagues' eyes, I've become an irresponsible father."

He casually and expressionlessly placed the champagne tower on his tray.

"Let's get down to business."

Nathan glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention before quickly saying:

"There's no one in the kitchen, so the ingredients are all very fresh."

"Also, don't worry, Sean isn't in the fridge."

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Hehe (*^▽^*) Today is June 6, 2026, 88.8 words. Wishing you good luck on the college entrance exam tomorrow.