The Last Gentleman

  Chapter 672 Meal preparation

  【Magic Banquet】

  It has always been held only before the official performance of the circus, but this time it was held before the non-performance. Obviously, in the boss's opinion, the current time is a very important time node, even more important than the official performance.

  The 'reform' mentioned by the boss also made everyone have their own ideas,

  However, the specific reforms have to wait until the end of the Sabbat. The most important thing right now is to consider the production of dishes.

  Currently, a "receptionist" is riding a roller coaster to the clown house in fear.

  He is the lowest-level employee of the circus. He is responsible for the basic work of introducing the audience, explaining the rules, and delivering the drinks and food presented by the circus when the circus opens.

  According to statistics, one out of a hundred receptionists may be promoted to be a poker face.

   This receptionist is obviously very ordinary, but today he suddenly received an order from Poker Face, asking him to go to the Clown House to inform [Clown Art], who has been in seclusion, about the holding of the Sabbat and the temporary meeting.

  He is also very puzzled, shouldn't this kind of thing be directly communicated by the main members? Why should he, a small low-level employee, convey such an important thing.

   Moreover, the character he will face is also the most notorious clown in the circus.

  ka~

  The roller coaster arrives at the station.

  Looking at the head balloons lined up in front of the chief clown's house, he was already trembling with fright and his legs were weak.

   But strangely enough,

  The disease he was suffering from was triggered automatically, and the fear was offset by the red lupus growing all over his body. A biological instinct made him get out of the car and approach the past.

   It's strange, the head balloon didn't absorb him, but made way for him,

  When he successfully approached the factory gate, the human-shaped iron chain hanging on the door also untied by itself, as if the people inside knew that he was coming.

  The door opens,

  What he saw was a sarcoid space filled with endless tumors and countless wailing sounds. Pus kept flowing out from everywhere, and even his feet felt a sticky feeling.

   Malignant overflow,

  But he didn't reject it at all, and actually felt a sense of going home.

   But in the blink of an eye, there is only an empty factory left.

  In the open space in the center of the factory, sat a haggard mummy wearing a loose clown suit, even the cheeks were completely sunken, like a human skin skeleton.

   But through the exaggerated aquiline nose and colorful makeup, he can be recognized at a glance. He is the chief clown.

  The tension is indescribable,

   But the receptionist sorted out all the language and started to deliver the message.

  "Report! Dear Mr. Art, according to the recent expansion of the circus space and the use of fear value, it can be estimated that the effective growth rate of the tent has decreased significantly, which may be related to the space limitation of the old world and the low quality of fear gained from recent performances.

  In addition, in terms of recruiting...

  Finally, I would like to talk about the story between me and Ms. Marina and how I have been urinating frequently..."

  This person talked about a lot of things related to the overall operation of the circus, and even some personal and strange things about himself, without mentioning the word "Sabbat" that should have been mentioned at all.

  It wasn't until he said all he knew that he didn't realize that he shouldn't have said it.

   "That's right! I came here this time mainly to inform you to participate in tomorrow's Sabbat. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

   This man clearly wanted to leave, but his feet walked in the opposite direction. Before he knew it, he was already standing in the middle of the factory, leaning against Art.

   Hum!

  Some kind of resonance effect was produced between him and Art,

  His abdomen swelled up half a meter at some point, bursting and bleeding pus. The bones and skin all over his body turned into pus and flowed into Yate's body.

   This person didn't feel any pain at all. It seemed that he had been separated from Yate from the very beginning, and he just remembered it just now.

   After completely flowing into it and completing the combination, Art gradually opened his malicious eyes.

  Several months of retreat time,

  He didn't eat anything, and even separated the excess nutrients from part of his consciousness, forming this "harmless to humans and animals" receptionist to experience the grassroots life of the circus.

  His vicious deity is in the state of no desires, no desires, complete starvation and even tumor cells unable to divide, practicing the purest closed-door practice.

  The trauma of the moon scar has long been healed, and Yate seems to have reached a higher level of illness.

   "The Devil's Banquet...is just right~ My body is in desperate need of food nourishment. The boss's upcoming reform is also just right for me. The timing is really perfect."

  …

  The Sabbat will be held tomorrow evening.

  At that time, the main members will gather in the back kitchen one hour before to make dishes together.

  William and Catherine, who were excluded, decided to make dishes, but in order not to bring pressure to others and not compete for the back kitchen space and ingredients, they came to the back kitchen one day in advance.

  Chef Timmy is supervising the poker face here to clean up the back kitchen.

   "Didn't the boss tell you to rest? And tomorrow is the Sabbat, don't disturb our preparations."

  William stepped forward and saluted as a gentleman,

   "It's such a chef. Catherine and I plan to make a joint dish to increase the diversity of the Sabbat. Our dishes will not participate in the follow-up evaluation, but simply want to enhance the atmosphere of the Sabbat.

   Moreover, our dishes can be made now, and they can be served directly on the table tomorrow, without affecting the process of the Sabbat at all.

  If you, Chef Timmy, are not sure about the quality of the dishes, we can make an extra one tonight, and you will decide whether to serve it.

  In addition, we will never affect your work, most of the ingredients are provided by us, and there is no need for "boss meat". "

  In view of William’s amazing dishes, Chef Timmy also made an exception and nodded, "Then I will definitely raise the review threshold. If you can’t pass the test, go back and rest."

"good."

  Co-production.

  Due to the strict requirements of the boss, the Sabbat must show the individuality of each member, and everyone needs to complete their own dishes independently, so this kind of joint production has never happened.

  Although Chef Timmy seems to have no interest on the surface, he is just supervising the cleaning work. In fact, he will take a peek at the progress of the two whenever he finds an opportunity.

   What surprised him was that the two did not use the tableware that came with the kitchen, but made a bucket of portable tableware by themselves using leather pouches and deep-sea gel, which looked unattractive at all.

   Moreover, the two of them also divided the labor to make strange dry materials, and even borrowed the incinerator to quickly dry the materials when necessary.

  The production of the dishes was not smooth sailing,

   It can be seen that many things are done for the first time. If they fail, they will be thrown directly into the trash can until they both nod at the same time. In this way, it took a full six hours to make the first finished product.

  The time is already three in the morning,

  Chef Timmy sat in front of the monitor without falling asleep at all because of watching the wonderful cooperation between the two.

  When he watched the two of them wave to the surveillance head, he deliberately pretended to be woken up and rushed to the back kitchen impatiently.

  Looking at the dishes brought by the two, he opened his mouth to criticize,

   "That's it? Can such a rough shape be on the table of the Sabbat?"

   "We will also draw a pattern on the outer packaging in the future to make it look better. However, the main focus of the Sabbat is the taste. Chef, why don't you try it first."

   "For your sake, I will give it a try."

  Holding his trust in William, the chef stirred the mysterious food in the bowl and slowly put it into his mouth, before even chewing...

  All areas of the circus are basically completely isolated, with excellent privacy.

   But tonight, most people heard a strange, high-pitched groan and thought something had happened to the circus.

  (end of this chapter)