Gold Card Holder

Sabo's cold edge made the temperature around them plummet in an instant.

Soup Weasel merely glanced at him indifferently, then resumed his exaggerated tone and addressed the crowd. "Nyeh hahahaha, Soup Weasel would like to remind everyone: Barbie Restaurant's old rule is that cardholders may enter the restaurant. Depending on the rank of the invitation card, they may bring a different number of guests."

"Friends without invitation cards, please come again next time after bringing one." Soup Weasel made a "please" gesture toward Sabo.

Sabo's face darkened as he prepared to flare up.

Seeing this, Soup Weasel's mouth split all the way to his ears. He seemed to be smiling merrily, but a faint chill gleamed in those slit-like eyes. "If you have objections to this restaurant's rules, you may lodge a complaint with the duty manager. Today's restaurant manager is Niao Nio. Would you like me to call out that roast chicken?"

Niao Nio? Sabo had never heard that name.

But when the corner of his eye caught Flora and Sanders, he noticed that both of them unconsciously frowned at the name.

A sudden chill ran down Sabo's spine.

Calm down. Sabo silently told himself.

No matter who this Niao Nio was, he could not stir up trouble now.

With those two great demons here, if he really lost his temper

. Not only would people look down on him, he would also become a laughingstock.

A laughingstock... He suddenly recalled Flora's smile earlier. Thinking back to their conversation outside, he finally understood why Flora had kept giving them those cryptic smiles. She had been waiting to watch them make fools of themselves!

The flames of anger roared in Sabo's heart, but his face remained utterly expressionless.

"Can they enter because they all have invitation cards?" At that moment, Jeral, who stood beside Sabo, suddenly stepped forward. Pointing at Flora, he asked Soup Weasel.

Soup Weasel executed a ballet turn, then said, "Nyeh hahahaha, no~ Only Lord Sanders has an invitation card. However, Lord Sanders's invitation card is a bronze card, and a bronze card allows two guests to enter."

"Can invitation cards be obtained now?" Heloline also asked with a frown. Although Barbie Restaurant was not the purpose of her trip, since she had encountered this rumored restaurant, she naturally wanted to see it for herself.

Soup Weasel shrugged. "Soup Weasel does not know how invitation cards are distributed."

"I heard that Gloria distributes invitation cards depending on her mood, and her favorite method of distribution is—tossing them away at random." Flora suddenly giggled sweetly. "You can look around nearby. Perhaps you might find an invitation card Gloria discarded!"

"But there are so many of you. Perhaps only the legendary gold card would let you all enter together~" After saying that, Flora turned around, waved goodbye to everyone, and vanished into the darkness deep within the restaurant.

As for Sanders... he had no interest in even raising his eyes at the argument here. He had never stopped walking and had long since reached the depths of the restaurant.

At the main entrance of Barbie Restaurant.

Everyone looked at one another. The younger ones did not care much, but the three official wizards found it hard to maintain their dignity.

Yet the rules were what they were. Were they really going to start a war with Barbie Restaurant over a meal?

After weighing the gains and losses, Sabo shook his head. Gloria was, like them, a Level 1 wizard, but the organization she belonged to was exceedingly difficult to provoke. Every one of them was a life-or-death madman, and they were fiercely protective of their own.

Besides, Sanders and Flora were already inside the restaurant. He did not know why Sanders was searching for Barbie Restaurant, but Sanders had searched for it for months and even brought the Bauhinia into the search. There had to be a reason. If they fell out with Gloria, who knew whether, after forcing their way in, they would have to face that terrifying man.

If they succeeded, there would be no favor to gain and no profit to reap; they could only claim to have recovered a shred of pride. If they failed, they would lose face, while the others would suffer no losses at all.

Thinking this through, Sabo abandoned the idea of forcing his way inside.

"Since that is the case, let us leave." Sabo sighed. "That man has entered already, so he likely will not concern himself with us for some time. Let us take this chance to leave. Otherwise, if he comes out and a conflict truly breaks out..."

The reason Sabo had summoned Jeral and the others was not because of anyone else, but Sanders.

Since they could not gain anything at Barbie Restaurant, avoiding Sanders and returning safely to Prosperous Continent would still count as a satisfactory outcome.

With that in mind, Sabo was about to lead everyone away.

But just then, Soup Weasel suddenly looked toward the cabin door on the deck. His expression became exceedingly strange as he said in a slightly astonished tone:

"I never expected that, aside from Lord Sanders's bronze card, there would be another distinguished guest here—and moreover..." Soup Weasel paused. "A gold card holder!"

A gold card holder?

Soup Weasel had not avoided the others when he spoke, so Sabo naturally heard him.

There was another gold card holder here? Who was it?

"Could it be Poku, the 'Treant'?" Heloline asked doubtfully.

Jeral subconsciously closed his eyes and waved his metal short staff. When he opened them, he shook his head at everyone. "It is not Poku. There is no trace of Poku's aura within a hundred miles."

Then who could it be?

Sabo looked toward the wizard apprentices of the three major organizations. Could the gold card holder be among them?

Looking closely, he found them all wearing bewildered expressions.

Sabo snorted. Not even the official wizards had one, so how could these apprentices possibly possess one?

That was right!

Even they did not have one—then what sort of status did this gold card holder possess?

Everyone turned their eyes once more toward Soup Weasel, who spoke as though chanting.

Soup Weasel had no intention of concealing it. Or rather, he simply did not think there was any need to conceal it. Barbie Restaurant had always treated gold card holders with the highest level of hospitality.

Soup Weasel, accompanied by his signature laughter and ballet spins, suddenly leaped from the main entrance of Barbie Restaurant like a spinning top. He streaked across the sky in a white line, then landed on the deck of the Bauhinia while spinning, without raising a speck of dust.

Soup Weasel somehow produced a microphone again, and this time he also added a gentleman's top hat.

He strode forward with a clacking pigeon-toed gait, putting on the hat as he walked. His tattered clothes gradually became clean and neat with every step. By the time he reached a youth whose face was filled with astonishment, Soup Weasel's appearance had completely changed. From the crazed, slovenly figure he had been before, he transformed into a gentleman with immaculate clothes, glossy hair, and an air brimming with warmth.

—Though his face had not changed, the overall impression he gave was utterly different. This was the shared thought of all the supernatural beings.

The newly transformed Soup Weasel stopped before the youth and performed an elaborate yet highly rhythmic nobleman's welcoming etiquette.

"Nyeh hahahaha, esteemed gold card holder, welcome to Barbie Restaurant. I am your dedicated attendant for today, Soup Weasel Yiyou. You may call me Yiyou."

These simple words carried respect and courtesy. Aside from that signature laughter, he was every bit the standard of a noble waiter.

The supernatural beings on the other side also widened their eyes. They had thought Soup Weasel was his real name. Could it be that he had not given his real name earlier because he thought they were not worthy?

At this thought, Sabo's face turned livid again.

But when he remembered that Soup Weasel had not revealed his real name even before Sanders, his mood inexplicably improved.

At least they now knew Soup Weasel's real name, did they not?

Yet the youth receiving such treatment from Soup Weasel wore a completely baffled expression.