Timeline Player

A thought crossed Chi Que's mind.

He is not disguised now, but in the future timeline, he was wearing a disguise when he entered the city, and the merchant saw a different face. This means that even if he went back to the future, the merchant might not recognize him.

But this is actually a good thing.

Because he couldn't guarantee how businessmen would change over the years; you can't judge a book by its cover, so you can't rely on them entirely.

But it's always good to have more possible paths.

He decided not to disguise himself in this timeline.

If he wears makeup now, he will have difficulty proving his identity even if they meet face-to-face in the future.

Thinking this, Chi Que took the small gold coin.

"That's enough," he said calmly.

This gentleman doesn't care about money.

Vincent imagined it in his mind.

Chi Que worked quickly, soon preparing a stew for three people: "This restaurant does not offer staple food at the moment."

Okay, actually it's because if the main dish served is something like black bread, it would damage the store's image.

Vincent and his two attendants stared wide-eyed; the aroma instantly overwhelmed all their reason.

Vincent took a deep breath, the rich aroma almost making him dizzy. Without hesitation, he picked up a spoon, carefully scooped up a small spoonful of the golden soup, and put it into his mouth with a pilgrimage-like mentality.

Instantly, his pupils dilated.

tasty.

Vincent had only this one thought left in his mind.

He had tasted some so-called delicacies with spices, but compared to the stew in front of him, it was like rotten soil compared to gold!

No, even rotten soil is not worthy of comparison!

Before he could even swallow, he hurriedly took out the dry bread he carried with him, dipped a large piece of stew in it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Immediately, his eyes widened, and he began to swallow even more violently, as if he were a starving ghost reincarnated.

His two attendants had already started wolfing down their food, and for a moment, the only sound in the shop was the muffled chewing.

[You have successfully impressed three diners with your culinary skills, increasing your chef proficiency by 0.3 points.]

Chi Que was taken aback.

Why does his skill level increase when a customer eats his food? Is there a causal relationship between the two?

I don't understand the logic behind this game, but the chef's skill level increasing is always a good thing.

Following this pattern, he only needs to serve a hundred more guests to reach the cyan level of chef.

"If everything goes smoothly, I should reach the cyan level of chef by the third day," Chi Que pondered.

Just then, the door was pushed open again.

"Welcome! What would you like to eat?" Seeing that the other party had come to the appointment, Chi Que temporarily suppressed his thoughts and got up to greet them.

Although the shop only had red soup stews and other dishes, he still insisted on saying so.

As Reed entered the shop, he quickly smelled the strong aroma, and his eyes lit up.

He originally came to this shop just to give it a try, but he never expected to receive such a huge surprise.

"Manager! This smells amazing!" He sniffed the air intently, his gaze involuntarily drifting to Vincent's plate. "This is the dinner you were talking about? It's truly..." he asked expectantly.

"God!" That was the only way he could express his feelings.

At the same time, a hint of hesitation flashed across Reed's face. The aroma was unlike anything he had ever tasted, more tempting than anything else he had ever eaten. It must be quite expensive. He touched his pocket and finally made up his mind.

Reed took a small, polished silver coin from his pocket and carefully placed it on the counter in the restaurant.

This silver coin is much smaller than that small gold coin.

"Boss, this is all I have. Can I have one serving?" Reed asked expectantly.

Although he didn't have Vincent's insight, he knew from common sense that this was food that couldn't be bought with copper coins.

"hehe."

Just then, Vincent's attendant saw the pitiful silver coin and couldn't help but sneer.

Sensing the clearly malicious laughter, Reed was momentarily at a loss and froze on the spot.

Chi Que frowned.

It's the effect of Blood Coins.

He instantly understood that even though it had been diluted as much as possible, it could still cause excitement.

He was about to speak up to stop him.

Just then—

"shut up!"

The merchant rebuked.

Chi Que was slightly taken aback and withdrew his foot.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! Do you think our little bit of money is enough? Not at all. For this gentleman, money is completely irrelevant. How much it's worth is not for us to decide."

His words immediately silenced his attendant, and also made Reid somewhat flustered, looking nervously at Chi Que.

"Relax," Chi Que patted his shoulder. "I told you I'd treat you to dinner."

"Oh, oh..." Reed just kept nodding, feeling that everything that was happening was completely beyond his comprehension.

Chi Que served him a stew, and he took out the black bread he carried with him and started eating. His eyes lit up, and he quickly began to wolf down his food, just like the group of merchants from before.

Perhaps, many years later, when he is old and frail, he will still ruminate on the delicious taste he had just experienced.

After greeting Reid, he approached the somewhat nervous group of merchants: "What's your name?"

"Sir, I am Vincent." The businessman keenly realized that an opportunity had come and immediately puffed out his chest.

"Hmm." Chi Que nodded slightly, noting down the name, intending to give the merchants there a fright when he returned.

"Are you a traveling merchant?" he asked.

Vincent nodded and smiled, "Yes, sir, I am an antique dealer. Would you be interested in taking a look?"

antique?

Chi Que immediately remembered what Aston had once said: he had obtained the right to live in the manor by using a yellow antique.

Chi Que became interested.

Aston could exchange an antique for the right to live in the manor, so why couldn't Chi Que exchange it for a banquet invitation?

"What kind of antique is it?" he asked.

Vincent said in a low voice, "Your Excellency, it's like this. Although they're called antiques, most of them were actually collected from the common people of the ancient church. Many nobles are very interested in them, so it's a good deal."

"Ancient Kingdom? Sir, are you telling the truth?" At this moment, Reed, who had been enjoying his meal, suddenly interjected.

He immediately apologized: "No, I'm sorry. I'm an apprentice at the local church, and I've seen some records of ancient theocrats in the scriptures. When I heard you mention ancient theocrats, that's why..."

"You're an apprentice at the Duke's Order of the Church?!" This time it was Vincent's turn to be surprised. He looked the other man up and down. "But... but why are you dressed so... plainly?"

Reid said awkwardly, "Ever since the Duke passed away and the Duchess inherited the title, things haven't been easy for the Church. I don't know why, but that Duchess... she doesn't really like us."