Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Lies looked at Lumian and asked doubtfully:

"Can you make decisions for the boss here?"

"Yes, because I am the boss here." Lumian smiled and pointed at himself.

The human meat cook Les was even more puzzled:

"Didn't we come to Morola together?"

It was less than an hour later.

Lumian turned his head and pointed at the destroyed bar area with his chin:

"I had a duel with the original owner here and won this bar from him."

Lies' eyes suddenly lit up:

"Is he dead? Where is his body?"

"He was dragged away by the law enforcement team and should be buried in the cemetery." Lumian walked to the edge of the hall, picked up a relatively intact chair, and placed it next to the ruins of the bar.

Les sighed with regret, followed Lumian's suggestion, walked into the kitchen, and got busy with cooking.

Lumian paced to the bar area and looked for the two "steaks" that he and Albus had not eaten.

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

Lumian looked at it for a while and found that these "steak" pieces did not have the special characteristics of creeping and growing. After being burned, even the subtle connection between the corpses was lost, as if they were completely dead and no longer part of the "abscessed hand".

"These should not be recycled..."

"High-temperature flame burning can restrain the self-healing ability of this part of the rotten meat, but it is not sure how much impact it will have on the rotten body itself..."

"Yes, the separated rotten meat must only have a certain degree of self-healing ability, otherwise each piece of meat can grow a brand new broken hand brother, and the broken hand brother does not have to collect all his corpses..."

Lumian pondered for a while, and went to the edge of the hall to pick up an overturned small round table and placed it next to the previous chair.

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

As time passed, Les brought the mixed salad, fragrant creamy mashed potatoes and other food.

Lumian scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it in his mouth. He felt that the taste was extremely delicate. The taste of starch, the sweetness of butter and the fragrance of fat made up a delicious taste that made people unable to stop eating.

"Good cooking skills." Lumian raised his left hand and gave a thumbs up.

Les stood beside him and smiled honestly:

"I used to own a restaurant."

"Cooking human meat?" Lumian made a provocative joke.

Les shook his head:

"At that time, I was a normal chef with excellent but still human cooking skills."

"Then why did you start eating people?" Lumian didn't directly ask you when you believed in the evil god.

He didn't know who the evil god corresponding to the "gourmet" path was.

Les's expression gradually became gloomy:

"My wife has a friend who always instills the beauty of luxurious life in my wife, takes her to meet those so-called upper-class members, and even instigates my wife to have an affair with others, squander money, and secretly mortgage my restaurant. Her goal was our restaurant from the beginning.

"After losing the restaurant, the friend no longer associated with my wife. My wife finally woke up, but she was too cowardly. She just set fire to the restaurant and burned herself to death.

"At this time, a customer who admired my cooking skills and often dined in our restaurant found me and asked me if I wanted revenge. He could help me. He said that I, who could master such high-level cooking skills in the state of ordinary humans, should believe in the god of food, the great 'swallowing vortex'.

"After that, I received a gift and slowly grew up.

"After becoming a real 'chef', I found that woman and made her into the most satisfying table of food in my life.

"From that day on, I liked to eat the meat of the damned, and also gained the ability to distinguish whether they deserved to die. "

"Is that woman also a believer in the evil god? "Hearing this, Lumian deeply suspected that the first person Les ate was the benefactor of the "broker" path.

Maybe Les's restaurant is a part of a transaction.

"Yes." Les had already obtained relevant information from the woman's flesh and blood, "She believes in the so-called "truth". She was still very weak when she met my wife."

Sure enough... Lumian laughed.

The ability to identify whether the target deserves to die is very useful. When we catch another "broker" path sequence 7 or above, we will hand it over to Ludwig for cooking.

After eating the food made by Les, Lumian nodded with satisfaction:

"I am willing to hire you as the chef of this bar. Now let's talk about the salary and responsibilities."

"Okay. "Les made a gesture of asking for permission to speak.

Lumian picked up the white napkin, wiped his mouth and said:

"There is still a lot of wine in the wine cellar. You will clean up the bar later, make a new one, and put the wine on it. After that, you will be responsible for recruiting and managing bartenders and waiters, and reconnecting with suppliers."

"This is the manager's responsibility." Les had opened a restaurant.

Lumian smiled:

"Yes, chef and manager.

"The income from the bar business, minus the cost, belongs to you."

"What about you?" Les had never seen such a boss.

Don't want money?

Lumian stood up, stretched his body, and said casually:

"You are responsible for my three meals, for finding someone to clean my room, and if there are special ingredients, you are responsible for helping me make dishes or cocktails that can give me corresponding characteristics. Also, I don't eat human flesh."

Les stared at Lumian for a few seconds and said in a deep voice:

"You seem to know the ability of a 'chef' very well."

Lumian looked at the sky where the rain had stopped, and walked towards the door of the bar, smiling and saying:

"The original owner of this bar was a 'depriver', but unfortunately, he was deprived of his life by me and can't communicate with you about cooking skills."

Besides, my godson is the angel of your path.

Les fell silent, and when Lumian was about to walk out of the bar, he looked at his back and answered:

"I will run this bar well."

Lumian didn't even turn his head, raised his right hand, and waved it gently, indicating that he knew.

There was still deep water on the street outside, and pedestrians mainly walked on the steps on both sides, and the sun was bright in the sky, as if there had not been such a heavy rain just now.

Following the subtle connection brought by the contract mark, Lumian walked towards the place where the head of the "abscessed hand" was suspected to be.

Turning a street, he saw a soaked corpse lying quietly under the obelisk carved with books. This was Vijepan, the gloomy rapist and murderer who was exiled to Morola with Lumian and others.

At this time, his hands and feet were broken at the joints, his pants were stripped off, his crotch was bloody and fleshy, and there was no most important thing.

His eyes were wide open, solidified with pain and despair.

"Yo, did you lose the duel?" Lumian laughed silently.

He almost whistled and cheered for the legal duel that happened before and he didn't see.

It must have been very exciting, and whoever died was worth a toast.

"It seems that the collector named Julie is more powerful... She and Vijepan both have ulterior motives, no, they are openly trying to provoke a duel..." Lumian felt that Julie was most likely a Beyonder, and this knife skill was not something that ordinary people could have.

As for whether Vijepan was Vijepan, he could not tell for the time being. Even if he was, his extraordinary characteristics should have been taken away.

"That woman is very powerful." A voice suddenly sounded beside Lumian.

It was a gentleman coming from the side of the small square.

He wore a half-high silk hat, a white shirt, a cashmere sweater and a formal coat made of wool, a bow tie, and a civilized stick in his hand.

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

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

"Did you see their fight?" Lumian asked casually.

The gentleman smiled and replied:

"At first, they wanted to borrow revolvers from the restaurant on the other side of the square for the duel, but the waiter told them that there were too many people duelling today, and all the guns were borrowed, leaving only two long swords.

"That woman is very powerful. The man only blocked three swords before being knocked to the ground, his hands and feet were cut off, and his pants were taken off. ”

From this point of view, Vijepan does not look like a Beyonder...Lumian retracted his gaze, turned to the gentleman next to him, and asked with a smile:

"What's your name?"

The gentleman put his hand on his chest and bowed:

"You can call me Guxin, or 'Count'.

"I heard that you killed Worms?"

"Worms, the thief?" Lumian replied with a smile, "He was killed by lightning, and it has nothing to do with me. If I really killed him, the law enforcers would have arrested me."

Guxin smiled slightly and said:

"It's not that there is no way to deceive the law enforcers."

You also found that the law enforcers are dull and procedural? Lumian thought for a few seconds and decided to "be honest":

"Worms died because he was not lucky enough. The item he stole from me could attract lightning on rainy days."

"That really can't be blamed on you." Guxin expressed his understanding.

He asked enthusiastically:

"What's your name, where do you live now?"

"Louis, I live in the 'Carnivore' bar." Lumian told the truth.

Guxin nodded slightly and said:

"Be careful of Byner, the owner and chef of that bar. He is very dangerous and eats people."

Lumian smiled:

"He is dead."

Guxin was stunned for a moment and smiled back:

"You are more interesting than I expected. I hope you can bring long-lost vitality to Morola."

Lumian did not continue this topic, but took the opportunity to get information:

"In Morola, besides Heraberg of the Church of Knowledge, who should be paid attention to?"

Guxin said without thinking:

"Vanak, the owner of Dades Agricultural Company, monopolized the food supply to Morola from the surrounding farms. He had originally become an experimenter, but suddenly ran out and behaved like a normal person.

"He is the most dangerous one in Morola."

Can he return to normal after becoming an experimenter? The Church of Knowledge did not care about Vanak's departure from the experimenter team? Isn't this what I need? Lumian nodded thoughtfully and said:

"Who is the second most dangerous person in Morola? "

Gu Xin replied with a smile:

"They said it was me."

ps: I need monthly tickets for the last three days~