Black pepper and cumin powder had been scattered fairly evenly over the lamb chops, but the initial high heat had charred their surfaces while leaving the insides undercooked.
In particular, what should have been the choicest part of the chops-the marbled meat near the tips of the bones-had become rank and gamey, almost impossible to swallow.
After forcing himself to finish the food on his plate, Qin Ran waved at Gluttony.
Gluttony, who had long since lost all patience, pounced on the soul-like restaurant owner, pinned him to the floor, and feasted.
Finishing food even when it tasted bad was a sign of respect for it.
Cursing the cook when it tasted bad was a sign of pity for it.
Of course, Gluttony, one of the original sins, had taken a more direct approach.
Tap, tap-tap!
Qin Ran crossed his knife and fork on the plate and began tapping his fingers against the table again.
Time ticked by, second after second.
Qin Ran frowned slightly.
Dresden still hasn't shown up. Looks like things are a little more complicated than I imagined.
Could it be...
"2567?!"
"2567?!"
Just as Qin Ran was speculating about what trouble Dresden had run into, Willis's calls rang in his ears.
"What is it, Willis?"
Having gained a general understanding of the man's ability, Qin Ran asked directly without hesitation.
"Thank goodness!"
"I finally got through to you!"
"We're in big trouble!"
Willis first let out a sigh of relief, then his tone immediately turned grave.
"Dresden was teleported to Plinton City by Mr. Evil Spirit's trap!"
"We don't know exactly what that bastard is planning, but it definitely isn't good news for Aikend City!"
"2567, we need your help!"
Willis spoke at breakneck speed.
"Of course!"
"I'm happy to provide whatever help I can."
Qin