Hiring

Lies looked at Lumian and asked doubtfully, "Can you make decisions for the Boss here?"

"Sure, because I'm the Boss here." Lumian smiled and pointed to himself.

Human Flesh Chef Lies is increasingly puzzled:

Didn't we arrive in Morola together?

Less than an hour had passed.

Lumian tilted his head and gestured with his chin towards the destroyed bar area:

"I had a duel with the original Boss and won this Bar from him."

Lies's eyes suddenly lit up:

Is he dead? Where is his Corpse?

"It was towed away by the Law Enforcement Team; it should be taken to the Cemetery for burial." Lumian walked to the edge of the hall, picked up a relatively intact chair, and placed it next to the Ruins of the bar.

Lies sighed regretfully, followed Lumian's suggestion, went into the kitchen, and busied himself with cooking.

Lumian then strolled over to the bar area, searching for the two "Steak" that he and Albus hadn't eaten.

They, along with the plates, were torn to pieces in the violent explosion and scattered among the various wreckage, all charred and carbonized.

Lumian looked at it for a while and found that these pieces of "Wah-Tu- Steak" did not have that special wriggling and growing Special Trait. After being burned, they even lost the subtle connection between the Corpse, as if they were completely dead and no longer part of the "Abscessed Severed Hand".

These shouldn't need to be recycled...

"High-temperature Flames can suppress the self-healing ability of the separated rotten flesh, but it's uncertain how much it will affect the corpse itself..."

"That's true. The separated rotten flesh must only have a certain degree of self-healing ability. Otherwise, each piece of flesh could grow into a completely new Severed-Hand Brother, and the Severed-Hand Brother wouldn't need to find its entire Corpse..."

Lumian pondered for a while, then went to the edge of the hall and brought over a small, overturned round table, placing it next to the chair he had been sitting on.

He sat down and patiently waited for Lies to prepare lunch.

As time ticked by, Lies brought over a mixed salad, fragrant Creamy Mashed Potatoes, and other food.

Lumian scooped up a spoonful of Mashed Potatoes, put it in her mouth, and found the texture exceptionally smooth. The taste of starch, the sweetness of cream, and the rich aroma of oil combined to create a delicious flavor that made it impossible to stop eating.

"Not bad cooking." Lumian raised her left hand and gave a thumbs up.

Les stood nearby and said with a simple smile, "I used to own a restaurant."

"Making human flesh dishes?" Lumian made a slightly Provocation joke.

Lies shook his head:

"Back then, I was a normal Cook, possessing excellent but still human culinary skills."

"Then why did you start eating people?" Lumian didn't directly ask when you started believing in the Evil God.

He also didn't know which Evil God corresponded to the "Gourmet" Pathway.

Lies's expression gradually darkened:

"My wife has a friend who always instills in her the beauty of a luxurious life, introduces her to so-called high society members, and even encourages my wife to have affairs, squander money, and secretly mortgage my Restaurant. Her goal was our Restaurant from the beginning."

"After the Restaurant was gone, that friend stopped seeing my wife. My wife finally realized what was happening, but she was too cowardly. She set fire to the Restaurant and burned herself to death in the process."

"At this time, a customer who admired my cooking skills and often dined at our Restaurant approached me and asked if I wanted revenge. He said he could help me. He said that I, who could master such high-level cooking skills in Ordinary Person state, should worship the God of Food, the great ' Devouring Whirlpool '."

"After that, I received Gift and slowly grew up."

"After becoming a real ' Cook,' I found that woman and made her into the most satisfying meal of my life."

"From that day on, I developed a liking for eating the flesh of those who deserved to die, and I also gained the ability to discern whether someone deserved to die."

"That woman was also a follower of the Evil God?" Upon hearing this, Lumian strongly suspected that the first person Lies had eaten was Gifted of the "Broker" Pathway.

Perhaps Lies's Restaurant was part of a deal.

"Yes." Lies had already gleaned relevant information from that woman's flesh and blood. "She believed in so-called ' Truth,' and she was very weak when she met my wife."

Sure enough... Lumian laughed.

The ability to determine whether a target deserves to die is very useful. Once we catch another "Broker" Pathway Sequence 7 or higher, we'll hand them over to Ludwig to deal with.

After finishing the food Lies had prepared, Lumian nodded in satisfaction.

"I'd like to Hiring you as the Cook for this Bar. Now let's discuss the salary and responsibilities."

"Alright," Lies said, adopting a gesture of invitation.

Lumian picked up a white napkin, wiped his mouth, and said, "There's still quite a bit of wine in the cellar. Later, you'll need to tidy up the bar, rebuild it, and put the wine on it. After that, you'll be responsible for hiring and managing Bartender and Waiter, and re-establishing contact with the suppliers."

"That's the manager's responsibility." Lies had run Restaurant before.

Lumian smiled:

Yes, Cook and manager.

"All the revenue from the Bar, after deducting costs, is yours."

"And what about you?" Lies had never seen Boss like this before.

You don't even want the money?

Lumian stood up, stretched, and said casually, "You'll be responsible for my three meals a day, find someone to clean my room, and if there are any special Ingredient, you'll be responsible for making dishes or cocktails that will grant me the corresponding trait. Also, I don't eat human flesh."

Lies stared at Lumian for a few seconds, then said in a deep voice, "You seem to know a lot about the ' Cook's' abilities."

Lumian glanced at the sky, now clear of rain, and said with a smile as he walked towards the Bar's entrance, "The original Boss of this Bar was a ' Depriver,' but unfortunately, I Deprivation his life from him, so he can't exchange culinary skills with you anymore."

Moreover, my Godson is Angel on your Pathway.

Lies fell silent, and only after Lumian had almost left the Bar did he look at his retreating figure and give his reply:

"I will run this Bar well."

Without turning his head, Lumian raised his right hand and waved it lightly to indicate that he understood.

There was still deep water on the streets outside, and pedestrians mainly walked on the steps on both sides of the road, while the Sunlight brightly in the sky, as if there had never been such a heavy Torrential Rain.

Following the subtle connection brought by the Contract Mark, Lumian walked towards the location of the head that appeared to be the "Abscessed Severed Hand".

Turning a corner, he saw a soaking wet Corpse lying quietly beneath Obelisk carved with Library. It was Wijepan, the brooding rapist and murderer who Banishment to Morola with Lumian and the others.

At this point, his hands and feet were severed at the joints, his pants were ripped off, his hips were a bloody mess, and his most important parts were gone.

His eyes were wide open, frozen with Pain and Despair.

"Oh, you lost the duel?" Lumian chuckled silently.

He almost whistled in celebration of the legal duel and the book that had occurred earlier, one he hadn't witnessed.

That would be incredibly exciting; it would be worth a drink to anyone who died.

"It seems that Collector named Julie is even more formidable... She and Wijepan both harbor ulterior motives, no, they're openly trying to provoke a duel..." Lumian felt that Julie was most likely Beyonder, as her knife skills were beyond the reach of Ordinary Person.

As for whether Wijepan is one or the other, he couldn't tell for the time being. Even if he is, his Beyonder Characteristic should have been taken away.

"That woman is formidable." A voice suddenly rang out beside Lumian.

That was a gentleman coming from the Small Square.

He wore Medium-Height Silk Top Hat, a white shirt, a cashmere sweater, and a woolen suit jacket, with a bow tie, and carried a Walking Stick.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with a thin face and gentle blue eyes, like a well-educated upper-class person.

Of course, in Morola, there are no good people, only bad people and worse people.

"You saw them fighting?" Lumian asked casually.

The gentleman smiled and replied, "They initially wanted to borrow Revolver from the Restaurant over there in the Square for a duel, but the Waiter told them that there were too many duelists today, all the guns had been lent out, and only two Longsword were left."

"That woman is very powerful. This man only managed to block three sword strikes before he was knocked to the ground, his limbs were severed, and his pants were pulled down."

Judging from this, Wijepan doesn't seem to be Beyonder... Lumian withdrew his gaze, turned to the gentleman beside him, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

The gentleman placed his hand on his chest and bowed.

You can call me Gusin, or ' Count '.

"I heard you killed Worms?"

"Worms, that thief?" Lumian replied with a laugh, "He was struck by lightning and died. It has nothing to do with me. If I had really killed him, the law enforcement would have already arrested me."

Gusin smiled slightly and said, "It's not that there's no way to deceive the law enforcers."

"Have you also noticed the rigidity and proceduralism of law enforcement?" Lumian thought for a few seconds and decided to be "honest":

"Worms's death was unfortunate; the item he stole from me could attract Lightning Strike on a rainy day."

"Then it's really not your fault," Gusin said understandingly.

He asked warmly, "What's your name? Where do you live now?"

"Louis lives in the ' Carnivore ' Bar," Lumian told him truthfully.

Gusin nodded slightly and said, "Be careful of Bainna, the Boss and Cook of that Bar. He's dangerous; he eats people."

Lumian smiled:

He is dead.

Gusin paused for a moment, then smiled in response:

"You're more interesting than I expected. I hope you can bring back the long-lost vitality to Morola."

Lumian didn't continue the topic, but instead took the opportunity to extract information:

"In Morola, besides Heraberg of the Church of Knowledge, who else should we be wary of?"

Without thinking, Gusin said directly, "Vanak, the Boss of Dardus Agricultural Company, monopolized the food supply to Morola from the surrounding Farms. He was originally an Experimental Subjects, but then suddenly ran away and acted like a normal person."

"He's the most dangerous one in Morola."

"Can he return to normal after becoming Experimental Subjects? And the Church of Knowledge didn't interfere with Vanak's departure from the Experimental Subjects ranks? Isn't this exactly what I need?" Lumian nodded thoughtfully and said, "Who is the second most dangerous person in Morola?"

Gusin, "They say it's me."