Lord of Cinder in American Comics

I know the guests are all residents of the community, and there are definitely children among them. Leslie didn't put on any artistic programs that lewd people would like, just some circus performances.

The invited residents gradually gathered around, and children were playing and frolicking on the grass.

Onion Knight stood in front of the barbecue grill, watching Leslie, the toolman next to him, explain how to use the grill.

"Turn on the gas like this, like this... and like this again... Do you understand now?"

"Hmm... Oh... To be honest, this is much more troublesome than cooking elemental soup over a campfire. It's really a headache."

Upon hearing Onion's words, Leslie broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't know why Ash would hand over the position of party chef to the person in front of him, but he couldn't disobey the boss's orders, so he had no choice but to demonstrate to Onion again and again.

"This barbecue grill can rotate automatically... If you pull it up and down to see if it works... No, no..."

What should I do... This is really a headache... Hmm... Hmm..."

After watching Leslie's demonstration, Onion tried using it himself, but he accidentally flipped the entire grill over.

Leslie looked at the mess before her, tears welling up in her eyes. She and Onion had no choice but to lift the huge barbecue grill and put it back in order.

Onion seemed to have found some new fun, constantly trying new things without paying any attention to Leslie next to him.

After several attempts, Onion finally baked a satisfactory dish, and he began to enjoy it himself.

"Hmm...hmm...oh! You're the one from earlier...I was worried because I didn't see you. Thanks to you, I received divine inspiration and finally figured out how this barbecue grill works!"

Onion, who was enjoying his meal, saw Leslie standing next to him, looking utterly dejected and bent forward. He handed Leslie the food and offered it to her.

Holding the roasted onion food, Leslie thought this might be his last meal.

Ash and the Fire Keeper were standing at the gate in front of the lawn, welcoming their visiting neighbors.

The Smiths were the first to arrive. As a pair of assassins, they were unaware of each other's identities and had to go to great lengths to maintain their neighborly relations. Although they were recognized as good neighbors, only they knew the bitterness they suffered.

Next came John and Helen. Helen, true to her name, possessed a beauty that could captivate Troy, and she accompanied John.

“John.”

Ash.

The two men didn't say much, only exchanging simple greetings. Although both knew perfectly well that the other wasn't a good person, in Helen's eyes, John would always be the elegant and meticulous man with an actuary job.

Next to arrive was Hatch's family. Hatch's youngest daughter, Becca, ran over to Ash as soon as she saw him and hugged him.

“Ever since that day, she has really wanted to see you,” Hatch explained, seeing his daughter’s behavior.

Ash stretched out her palm in front of Becca, and a ball of flame appeared in her palm, then slowly weakened, eventually turning into several white-gold specks of light.

Ash handed the specks of light to Becca, who held them tightly in her hands, as if afraid they would disappear.

Two children, a boy and a girl, ran past Ash as fast as the wind. Behind them, a man carrying a little girl of about three or four years old chased after them.

"Slow down, I can't catch up with you."

The man, panting heavily, put the little girl down and bent over, gasping for breath.

Hatch grabbed a bottle of water from the side and handed it to the panting man, while Abby pulled the girl aside to look at her baby.

"Oh, thank you, but I really can't handle these kids."

“It’s okay, relax. Gillian’s three kids are notorious for being naughty around here,” Hatch reassured the boy.

"You wouldn't happen to be Gillian's boyfriend, would you?" Hatch asked.

"I'm Bob, and I'm helping Gillian take care of the kids."

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## Chapter 40: Little Fatty Kingpin

Hatch patted Bob on the shoulder. He had two well-behaved children, and he already felt exhausted. Bob, on the other hand, had to take care of three notorious troublemakers in the entire neighborhood.

Hatch felt that unless KB agents kidnapped the whole family and Bob miraculously rescued them, the three kids would never listen to Bob.

"Let's go grab a drink. The children are safe here."

Finch beckoned Bob to the bar to comfort him about his miserable life.

After welcoming the guests, the party began in a lively atmosphere.

Leslie stood by the onion grill, enjoying his meal immensely. He never expected that onions, which he was learning how to use a grill for the first time, could taste so good.

“Jack, listen to me, open a barbecue restaurant, it’s guaranteed to make money. I can invest, just 10% of the shares.”

With his mouth full of food, Leslie offered Onion financial advice, believing that if Onion was willing to work hard, he would definitely be a rising star in the culinary world.

“Hmm… I still think cooking and brewing wine is more interesting to me.” Onion rejected Leslie’s suggestion.

"No, listen to me, I can make you a fortune."

Leslie kept trying to persuade Onion, attempting to get him to agree. However, a voice coming from behind her instantly alerted Leslie.

"Leslie, what are you doing here?" King had arrived unnoticed and was standing right behind Leslie.

Leslie hurriedly swallowed the food in her mouth, preparing to introduce onions to Kingpin, explaining this absolutely lucrative business opportunity.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Jack Baldo."

Kingpin greeted Onion with a mixture of respect and restraint.

"It's you, Fatty. Let's have a drink to celebrate. I learned how to use this big guy today."

Onion took out a bottle of onion wine from a small wooden barrel, handed it to Kingpin, and patted the huge barbecue grill in front of him.

Kingpin took the onion wine and put it away. He understood the effects of onion wine; if used properly, it could mean having an extra life.

[Jack's Liquor: A liquor crafted by Jack Baldo of Catarina. A travel-grade item served in a wooden barrel cup. It restores health and temporarily increases resistance to cold. Normally, the undead shouldn't be able to appreciate the taste of liquor; Jack Baldo must have gone to great lengths to do so. The undead, having lived for so long, sometimes crave fine wine and song.]

From the moment Leslie heard Onion call Kingpin "Little Fatty," she already knew where she should be buried.

He had been very careful to avoid conflict with Ash and the Fire Keeper, and Leslie had even prepared a plan to deal with the newcomer Ares.

But who could tell him that this guy who calls himself Onion, who seems so reliable, and who needs to be taught how to use a barbecue grill, actually called Kingpin "Little Fatty" after they met.

"It's over, I'm doomed."

Leslie didn't even consider running away; he knew he couldn't escape Kingpin's clutches. Right now, he was just mechanically shoveling food into his mouth, trying to eat as much as possible, otherwise he wouldn't have a chance to eat later.

"What's up with him?"

Onion saw Leslie feeding herself while tears streamed down her face. Confused, he asked Kingpin why.

"Perhaps Sir Jack Baldo, your food is just too delicious."

Knowing that Leslie had done something foolish, Kingpin, as the boss, still covered for his underling.

"Really? Little Fatty, come and help us make more delicious food."

Onion calls Kingpin for help, and the Catalina Knight, accompanied by fine wine and singing, won't care about such a trivial matter as Leslie. Onion plans to recreate this delicacy in the Dark Souls world after he has practiced enough.

Ash had already noticed Kingpin's enormous size, but he didn't expect that after Kingpin talked to Onion for a few minutes, he would take off his coat and throw it on the ground, then concentrate on helping Onion.

They didn't pay much attention to this unusual friendship, after all, Onion Knight was a lovable guy, and everyone liked him.

Kassel, who had called earlier, arrived at this time, accompanied by Martha.

"You're a bit late."

“I originally wanted to invite Beckett, but she said it was a private family gathering and it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to come. That’s why I’m late.”

Ash gaped as he listened to Kassel's explanation.

"Caselle, did you bring your brain with you when you went out today?" Ash exclaimed in a zombie-like tone.

Kassel was somewhat puzzled and didn't understand what Ash meant.

"For a family gathering, bring Martha, bring Alex, that's fine, why can't we bring Beckett? You're just missing this one opportunity. You're wasting your chance."

After hearing Ash's explanation, Cassel seemed to be in a daze, and he could only regret missing the opportunity.

"But if Beckett isn't coming, Alex isn't coming either?"

“Alex’s school organized a visit to historic buildings in New York today. They’re going to a lot of places, but I told her we’d come here after school.”

After he finished speaking, Kassel fell back into that state of dejection.

“Casel, don’t do that. I’ll create another opportunity for you next time. Would you like to try a new bottle of wine that I recently acquired? I’ll also introduce you to a friend.”

Ash took out the 6,000-pound bottle of Macallan whisky he had smuggled from the nightclub and showed it to Cassel.

"I want to drink the first cup."

"No problem, come over here, I have a friend to introduce you to him, you'll definitely like that guy."

Ash pulled Cassel along towards the onion. Unexpectedly, they encountered a figure destined for them there.

In front of Onion's barbecue grill, a man with square-framed glasses, a thick mustache like Onion, and more hair than Onion, sat at the table and said something to Onion.

"I can offer you an annual salary of 200,000 to come to my house and cook for me. You can choose your working hours freely. However, you have to shave off your beard. Only I can have such a beautiful beard."

When the Onion Knight heard someone tell him to shave off his beard, he put down the skewers in his hand. Everyone in the Kingdom of Catarina knew that Onion was famous for his handsome beard.

"This is a provocation against the knight." Out of consideration for the fact that he also had a small mustache, Onion did not make a move this time.

King stepped out from behind Onion, blocking his way to prevent further destruction, and said to the man in front of him, "Stark, you are not welcome here. You need to leave."

Tony Stark, a key figure in the beginning and end of major events, has a warm heart. But now he is indeed a universally hated figure.

"Oh, are there still parties that don't like Stark?"

Stark pulled out his phone, pointed to the invitation on it, and said, "I own this property. The owner invited me here, but it seems the owner isn't you, is it? You..."

Stark couldn't figure out who the fat man in front of him was, so he quickly took a picture of Kingpin with his phone and started investigating Kingpin's information.

"Wilson Grant Fisk, philanthropist or mob boss, what are you doing here?"

## Chapter 41: Praising the Sun

Ash never expected to meet Tony Stark at this time. According to her agreement with the Ancient One, Ash could only carry out her own plans after the major event began.

'The Ancient One is just as unreliable as Patch!'

While mentally criticizing the Ancient One, Ash still walked towards Tony and Onion, afraid that if he was too late, Onion would kill Tony on the spot.