Momonga noticed the sights of Moriarty and Holmes. After all, after his own reincarnation, he found that he seemed to have some magical abilities, such as being able to detect other people's sights, even if others were looking secretly, but for Momonga

It was as obvious as standing in front of him and peeking.

But Momonga didn't pay attention. He had long been used to it. In fact, when dining in this restaurant, he often met some strange customers, and many of them would secretly look at him, and even met him before.

A yellow-skinned mouse was able to shock him, even though it only took away a little blood.

But this also left a very deep impression on Momonga, so now Momonga has completely given up the idea of ​​going into this restaurant and just treat it as a meal.

"Mr. Flying Squirrel, how are you doing lately?" Chen Ze walked out of the kitchen with a plate of skewers in his hand.

Betty also followed him, took a plate of skewers, and placed it in front of Holmes and Moriarty, attracting their attention.

"What is this?" Holmes looked at the kebabs in front of him, a little surprised.

"Mr. Holmes, this is the barbecue that the store manager specially told me to bring to you. It comes with a gift, please use it with caution." Betty stepped aside with a smile, and then quickly got into the kitchen. Chen Ze also left a message for her in the kitchen.

A plate.

"Gift? Mr. Store Manager, you are really in high spirits on happy occasions." Moriarty smiled and deliberately showed off the Eastern language he had learned in front of Holmes.

"Oh, it's natural. After all, a spring night is worth a thousand dollars." Holmes glanced at Moriarty with disdain. Since the last time he came here to eat, he was ridiculed by Moriarty because he couldn't use chopsticks.

From then on, Holmes made up his mind to study the culture of that magical country in the East.

"Oh? It's fair, very fair." Moriarty put down the tea cup, looked at Holmes, and showed a sneer.

"Oh, it's famous, it's very famous." Holmes picked up a skewer, took a bite, and nodded with satisfaction.

Ever since he tasted Chen Ze's food, Holmes has become a little tired of Mrs. Hudson's fried fish and mashed potatoes. He even always felt that everything he eats in London is just for filling his stomach, and the only food he eats here is Chen Ze's.

This is real food.

"Interesting, so... Sun Tzu's Art of War, have you read it?" Moriarty felt a bit talkative. That magical Eastern country has everything good and its cultural heritage is very profound, but the name is difficult to pronounce.

A little bit.

"Encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao, are you hiding the truth?" Holmes glanced at Moriarty. It seemed that this guy had also seen Sun Tzu's Art of War. It had to be said that those Easterners could study these tactics so early. It was really scary.

"Hahahaha, do you want a game of chess?" Moriarty smiled, then gently touched his cane with his fingers. He wanted to see how good this great detective was.

"Okay, then you go first and me first?" Holmes nodded. He had naturally studied chess.

"Then I'll do it..." Then Holmes and Moriarty started playing chess.

Chen Ze was a little speechless. He glanced at Holmes and Moriarty who were playing chess, shook his head, and then continued chatting with Flying Squirrel.

Chen Ze didn't want to say anything about these two perverts, and weren't these two guys from England? Why can he play chess so skillfully without using physical chess?

Chen Ze felt that he might be a fake Chinese.

"Mr. Store Manager, are those two playing chess?" Momonga also looked at Holmes and Moriarty with interest. The two Westerners were holding their hands and talking about the chess move.

It's as if they have a chessboard in their brains.

"Yes, we are playing chess." Chen Ze's mouth twitched.

"That's really interesting. So store manager, what do you think you would do if you were me?" Momonga smiled, his chin grinning widely.

"Hmm... Actually, I think you are just competing with the air." Chen Ze touched his chin. Momonga had just talked to him about the problems in his world.

Chen Ze felt that according to the progress of the animation, it would be time for Momonga to finish dealing with the lizardmen and then prepare to go to the empire to collect intelligence.

I have to say that the anime "King of the Immortal" is quite interesting. Heidihua is also spread from this anime. However, when Chen Ze watched it at the time, he felt that Momonga was constantly fighting against the air.

But I seem to have heard that in later novels, other players appeared, although they were still not as strong as Momonga.

"It's always better to be cautious." Momonga shrugged, then picked up a bunch of small meat skewers, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.

"I feel like you must have a good rapport with a cautious and brave man." Chen Ze was a little speechless, but there didn't seem to be much of a problem with this cautious character.

"A cautious hero?" Momonga was a little interested.

"Yeah, but he has never been to my restaurant. I think actually even if he saw the portal of my restaurant, he probably wouldn't come in." Chen Ze touched his chin. Following Shen Yong's routine, the other party saw the portal.

It is estimated that various kinds of magic will be used to open the door first. If you find that you can't open it, you will decisively walk around it.

But if you say this...

So it's very possible that his portal really consumed a whole set of magic in Shen Yong's world?

Chen Ze feels that this possibility is extremely high.

"I still want to get to know him." Flying Squirrel was a little regretful. According to what Chen Zegang said, he felt that this person was indeed very cautious.

"Yeah, actually I think you and King Meng should have a common language." Chen Ze nodded. After all, we are not human, so it doesn't seem strange to have a common language.

"I think your place is quite interesting, store manager. Some magical customers often come in." Momonga smiled, then picked up the remais and took a sip.

"Well..." Chen Ze looked at Fei Shou, is this guy insensitive to his own identity?

"Phew, it's almost time for me to leave, otherwise things over there will still be a bit troublesome." Momonga finished the remais in one gulp, put down the cup, then took out a ring from his arms and placed it on the table.

"What is this?" Chen Ze was a little curious. He had seen the ring used by Flying Squirrel, which was the wishing ring.

"This is a gift, a blessing ring from the goddess of luck. Mr. Store Manager, congratulations on your upcoming marriage." Momonga smiled.

"How did you know?" Chen Ze was a little confused.
Chapter completed!