Darian sat down next to his sister Sally without any hesitation, and that scoundrel even had the nerve to say with a grin, "Sorry to interrupt your date."
Unas wanted to grab the cake batter from the table and smash it against that gloating face. This kid must have been eavesdropping somewhere, and he was just about to rush out to play peacemaker when things got weird.
Neither of them paid any attention to Darian. The blond boy awkwardly rubbed his hands, unsure of what to say.
Just then, the owner finally served the main dishes. Darian seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the owner. "It smells so good! What are these dishes? I've never seen them before!"
"To be honest, I don't know either. It was personally ordered by this gentleman," the chubby owner gestured to Unas. "I've never seen a dish like this in all my years of cooking."
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Kung Pao chicken, hand-shredded cabbage, braised potatoes, corn and fish soup—four dishes and a soup—are all Chinese dishes, which they have obviously never seen before.
When Unas was booking a table that afternoon, he had a sudden inspiration. Based on the ingredients available in the tavern's kitchen, he put together a few Chinese dishes, gave instructions, and asked the owner to try making a few.
With only a few basic seasonings like oil and salt, Unas had no cooking skills, and the owner was also trying a new method for the first time. Of course, it wasn't as delicious as the original, but Unas was already very satisfied. He was sick of salted fish bread since coming to Azeroth.
These four dishes and one soup are the simplest home-style dishes, and they taste the most authentic, so Unas decided to serve them on their date.
Originally, I planned to please the silver-haired prosecutor with novel and delicious food, but now I'm not in the mood for that anymore. I might as well just enjoy the food myself.
"So Unas, you can cook too. What a multi-talented man." Darian meant it as a compliment, but it sounded like sarcasm.
Unas was annoyed by everything the kid did, so he ignored him and munched on his braised potatoes, only uttering exclamations of "Delicious, delicious!"
Seeing his enthusiasm, Darian tried a few bites himself and immediately couldn't stop eating. As he picked up a piece of braised pork, he said to the hesitant Whitemane, "Sister Sally, it tastes really good, just as good as the chef at home."
Whitemane tried a few bites and his anger subsided considerably. "A very novel taste, indeed quite good."
The three of them focused on eating, remaining silent, but the atmosphere had actually eased; at least it wasn't as tense as before. Food really does improve one's mood.
They remained quiet, but the surrounding customers started making a fuss, all demanding new dishes. The owner was extremely busy, and judging by this trend, these novel home-style dishes were likely to become popular.
Meal time flew by, and the four dishes and soup were almost completely devoured. Unas leaned back in his chair, patting his belly contentedly. His date plans had been completely ruined. How could he gracefully end this farce?
Darian was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave, and kept fidgeting in his seat.
Whitemane acted as if it were none of his business, completely unperturbed.
It didn't seem right to just end the game. What could three people do? Unas racked his brains and could only come up with one idea—playing Dou Dizhu (a card game).
Borrowing a deck of cards from the shopkeeper, Unas shamelessly declared, "I've invented a new way to play cards, how about we try it?"
"What new game? Tell me about it." After eating the new dishes, Darian seemed very interested in playing the new poker game, though it was hard to tell if he was just pretending.
"No interest, I have things to do tonight." Whitemane said coldly, the complete opposite of her brother.
Unas felt a kick to his calf under the table, knowing it was the silver-haired female Priest who had done it, a reminder that he still had Resurrection lesson to teach that evening.
"Let's play again later," he said, putting away the cards. "I'm a little sleepy too."
The original plan was to take the silver-haired prosecutor home after dinner, so we could chat along the way, but with Darian as a third wheel, there's no need to waste any more time.
The Mograines lived in the Church District, Unas in the Military District. The three parted ways at the crossroads and went their separate ways home.
He had to get up late at night to go to the cemetery. As soon as Unas returned to the hut, he went to bed and reflected on his actions that day. After thinking it over, he couldn't think of anything he had done wrong.
Thinking about it calmly, Whitemane's thoughts are easy to understand. After all, this was a coerced date. Although the Priest was determined to keep her promise, she could also have dealt with it passively.
Unas tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It was already late at night, and it was almost time to leave. Unas began to Meditation, circulating the ring of Holy Power gathered between his eyebrows throughout his body. This technique could greatly relieve his fatigue.
He carefully controlled the golden light flowing within his body, avoiding his heart. He didn't want to disturb the demons here. The Dreadlord had been silent for too long, as if it didn't exist at all, but it was there nonetheless. The invisible terror was the most terrifying.
A few quick, light knocks suddenly rang out. This was not the kind of knocking Unas knew. Gordon didn't know how to knock, Erigor's knocking could almost shake the whole room, Darian was the most polite, but tonight his image as a good student had been shattered in Unas's mind.
"Who is it?" Unas walked to the door and asked softly.
"Shar." A low, hoarse voice.
Whitemane?!
Unas's heart pounded. She'd come back so late? Was she here to atone for her sins? Was his virginity going to end today?
His excitement was overwhelming, and he hurriedly opened the wooden door. A familiar fragrance swept in, and a woman in a black robe slipped inside. Whitemane reverted to her original voice and said quickly in a low voice, "Quickly close the door, and don't turn on the lights."
Her tone didn't sound like she was flirting, Unas felt a chill in his heart. He asked, "What happened?"
"She's gone."
"She" could only refer to the condemned prisoner. Upon hearing this, Unas's lustful thoughts vanished instantly, and he hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
"I was worried something might have happened, so I went to the tomb to check on her beforehand, but I never expected her to disappear!" The silver-haired Priest showed panic for the first time in front of Unas.
"How did she disappear? Did she break free of the ropes and escape, or did someone rescue her? She couldn't just vanish from this world with a 'boom,' could she?"
"This... I..." Whitemane stammered, unable to speak.
Unas poured her a glass of water in the dark and reassured her, "Calm down, she'll definitely leave traces. We just need to go and bring her back."
"Then let's hurry up and go," Whitemane said, abandoning all ladylike manners, gulping down her water and finally calming down a bit. "I didn't check carefully just now; I panicked too much. I'm so useless."
Unas quickly donned a black robe, and under the cover of night, the two hurriedly left together, heading towards the Forgotten Corridor.