Under Duke and Brenda's horrified gaze, Hannibal walked towards them slowly holding a knife.
As if answering Brenda's previous question, he said softly: "You are wrong. I have never underestimated the Goddess."
"I will record your information and your combat characteristics in a notebook and study them over and over again."
"I watch your battle videos every day."
"I know you will come here sooner or later... so I built more than a dozen restaurants like this. This one is just for the two of you. In fact, there are also restaurants for the gods of the metal god, and for the god of the sea.
The restaurant of the god of war, Anita, the god of war, and Vera, the god of fire..."
"I have written three books regarding your battle plan."
"I never underestimate you."
"On the contrary, you are looking down on me." Hannibal stood leisurely in front of Brenda, playing with the knife, and said slowly: "How do you evaluate me... Oh, by the way, someone who is not good at frontal combat.
Guy, an ogre with only ten levels of strength."
"The battle plan against me... Haha, there are only six words, find him, catch him. A real hunter should have a detailed hunting plan."
"The most stupid thing is that you actually put all your information on the official website of the Alliance of Gods... Haha, thank you to the human network. I have never seen such stupid prey, taking the initiative to tell the hunter about his weaknesses.
"
"And you didn't doubt me at all...just a few words and a note led you into a trap specially created for you, what a cute little lamb."
"Is this the arrogance you inherited from the gods?" Hannibal looked down at Brenda: "Can you still release thunder and lightning now? Come on, I still have two layers of rubber clothes... Thanks to modern technology,
There was no such thing before.”
He was disappointed, like a hunter who had not had enough fun.
"So you wear this clothes because..."
Brenda tried hard to hold Mjolnir tightly, but now she couldn't even stand up and could only grit her teeth and stare at Hannibal.
"I'll fight you!!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Duke rushed over with heavy steps, like a bull!
But the next moment.
"boom!"
Hannibal grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up.
The restaurant is invincible Hannibal.
No one can beat him in his restaurant.
"Sure enough, the God of the Earth who does not have a foothold on the earth is not even a god." Hannibal smiled. Seeing Duke still punching and kicking him, he smiled even more happily: "You are a very energetic little lamb, like this
It’s a lot more interesting, the more you resist, the more excited I am.”
"But now, you'd better be honest."
"I don't really like messy ingredients."
"Okay, bear with it for a while, it might hurt a little."
Hannibal raised his knife and stabbed Brenda!
"puff!"
Blood spurts!
…………
ten minutes later.
There are three seats for two people in this luxurious restaurant.
Brenda, Duke.
Both of them were tied from the chest down to a specially built chair doped with divine gold by steel cables doped with divine gold. Only their two hands could move on their own.
Brenda's shoulder was completely penetrated, a steel wire passed through it, and electric light was constantly transmitted from it.
"I'm sorry for hurting you." Hannibal turned his back to them, cutting meat in the kitchen and saying with a guilty look, "But there is nothing I can do about it, you are the high-level God of Thunder."
"Being constantly on guard against the prey's counterattack can make you tired."
"With this steel wire that penetrates your flesh and blood, every time you regain some of the thunder power in your body, it will
It is transmitted...so that I can cook with peace of mind."
Brenda looked ugly. The steel wire running through her shoulder was not a serious injury, but it was like a water pump. It did not give herself a chance to accumulate divine power, and continuously pumped out the recovered thunder power from her body!
A piece of steel wire restrained a high god of thunder!!
Still a god with the blood of Zeus!
Of course, ordinary steel wire cannot penetrate the flesh and blood of gods, let alone those of other gods.
That's the table knife!
Hannibal's knife condenses countless evil thoughts and represents the evil side of human nature!
It easily cut through Brenda's flesh and blood, pierced Brenda's shoulder, and the rest was like "threading a needle and thread"...
That table knife is filled with rich greed, and has a sharpness that even high-level artifacts cannot!
Brenda's mind suddenly recalled a word Lin Fan once said: "Plane artifact!"
A unique artifact transformed from the will of all living beings in a plane, the stick in the monkey's hand is transformed from "Unyielding".
Logically speaking, there should be only one artifact in a plane, but the complex human nature unique to humans has more than one side.
That is the evil side of human nature, that is... pure "greed" in human nature.
Brenda suddenly knew why she lost. This guy was too greedy!
According to normal people's thinking, when faced with the pursuit of a high-level god, a tenth-level earth god whose strength far exceeds his own, he would definitely run away immediately without looking back.
It turns out that this guy... is not a normal person at all!
He was even so greedy that he wanted to hunt the Goddess!
Who would have thought that instead of running away, Hannibal would have close contact with the god and even guide the god into his restaurant!
The gramophone in the corner played an elegant life ditty, and Brenda watched the elegant and indifferent man in a crisp suit cut the meat gently.
The ingredient was naturally the god-like person he killed before, Chef Hunter.
In the elegant music, he cut the bright red tenderloin, the fat and thin loins, the red and white leg meat, marinated the uvula, and served the brains.
The sauce in the pot was gurgling and fragrant. Hannibal followed the recipe on the card and carefully poured in red wine and fruit vinegar from time to time and stirred it.
You can say that others are bad, but you cannot say that they are bad as a person.
If Brenda hadn't seen him cutting the ingredients with her own eyes, just smelling the aroma would have made her almost salivate.
"Are you... cooking for us?" Duke frowned. He was a little confused about this ogre's path.
The ogre captured someone, refused to eat it, and treated him to a treat?
are you crazy!!
Hannibal picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip, sipping it to taste. He poured it into the pot with satisfaction and said with a smile: "You should feel honored that I will entertain you personally."
Brenda sneered: "Just like the people you entertained?"
"No, no, no," Hannibal suddenly denied and said seriously: "For them, it is feeding, but for you, it is hospitality."
Brenda frowned slightly: "Is there any difference?"
"Feeding is from top to bottom. The master raises his own flock." Hannibal chuckled: "And hospitality is equal."
"Equal?" Brenda was a little confused about this ogre's thinking.
"Although you are the gods, we are on the same road." Hannibal cut the loin into thin slices and said: "This world is orderly, and you, the gods, from a biological point of view, do have
A powerful force that is superior to all living beings."
"And I also hope to be above all living beings."
"Having dinner with you shows that we have the same status in this order."
"Okay." Hannibal suddenly brought three plates of small meat skewers covered with rose petals and said with a smile: "Artichokes with offal, purple artichokes, and lamb's liver."
Brenda smelled the aroma and swallowed subconsciously, but then she felt nauseated. .??.
"If you don't eat, I will eat you now." Hannibal said softly while chewing gently.
Brenda's face looked ugly, and Duke and she retched several times, but they still gritted their teeth and closed their eyes and swallowed.
"The guests I invite usually give compliments, like, my God, it tastes so intoxicating." Hannibal looked at the two people with painful expressions, poured wine for Brenda, and said with a smile: "Of course, I didn't
Not to brag, I don’t need polite words to satisfy my ego.”
"The lamb must be freshly slaughtered and the offal must be cooked on the day it is slaughtered. I always complete this process myself."
Hannibal shares the knowledge of being a human being.
Soon, another plate was served.
"Vidal sauce with French foie gras." Hannibal bent down to serve the dish and introduced: "The best French foie gras, paired with late-harvest Davier sauce, and dried fresh figs."
He is really a good person.
“Beef heart tartare.”
“Cumberland Sauce with Loin.”
"Leg, served with fruit-based Cumberland sauce."
“Bordeaux grilled rabbit, paper-wrapped lamb tongue, served with mushroom sauce and oyster mushrooms. This is a very talkative lamb, and the taste of its tongue will amaze you.”
“Slices of Iberian style ham rose. Pesto sauce with veal. It smells like a campfire, with hay smoke, which gives the meat a special smoldering flavor.”
He served the meal very quickly, and immediately, plates of exquisite meals were placed on the table.
"I hope we don't have vegetarians here." Hannibal, who was wearing a suit, sat down at the head and raised his glass: "Thanks for the food."
For him, eating seems to be a very important and solemn event, even with a sense of ritual.
He cut it slowly and slowly with a knife and fork, chewing carefully, with an inexplicably serious look on his face, but also an expression of enjoyment and joy.
Brenda, who was holding back retching, didn't want to take another bite. Hannibal, who was looking at the elegant cutting knife and fork and chewing slowly, asked directly: "Why...cannibalism? Is this delicious?"
"Delicious?" Hannibal was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "No, no, no, anyone who has eaten human flesh knows that human flesh is not delicious."
"Compared to the continuously improved and carefully raised cows and pigs, human meat has a slightly sour taste... I had to use sauce to cover it up."
Brenda frowned and said, "Then why do you want to eat?"
Hannibal asked, "Do you know what food represents?"
"Energy intake?" Brenda racked her brains to come up with the answer.
"This is only one aspect, but it is not comprehensive."
Hannibal shook his head and said word by word: "This represents the most primitive and solid order."
"This is nature's food chain."
He seemed to be talking about a topic he was interested in, and finally had someone to share it with. His eyes flashed with a terrifying light, and he smiled and said, "Don't you think it's ridiculous to talk about it?"
"Human beings are a natural species, but they use money, status, and status to set all kinds of strange orders for themselves."
"Those who have money are noble, those who have power are strong, and those who have no power or money are at the bottom."
"Everyone thinks this is right, but in fact, humans are just a part of nature."
"Throw away the gold that humans have attached to themselves.
Money, status, in fact, humans are just living animals."
"In the food chain of nature, there is essentially no difference between rich people and beggars. If a beggar chops off the head of a rich person, the rich person will also die. Abandon the status differences forcibly assigned by humans, and start from nature's
According to the law, the beggar is superior to the rich man at that moment."
"But now, the strong people bow to the weak people, and the smart people obey the words of the stupid people... Everyone has forgotten that nature obviously has a more direct order."
"The weak eat the strong."
"That's the food chain. Every animal is born with an order that it must abide by."
"You asked me what food represents. It is indeed to absorb calories, but it is also order. It is the most intuitive expression of the food chain and the foundation for the establishment of other orders."
"The hunter hunts the prey, and the strong eats the weak."
"They become part of the body of the strong and become the nutrients that strengthen the strong. This is the natural food chain."
"Under this logic, human flesh, which is not delicious, becomes very delicious."
"The fact that I feed on humans means that I am above humans."
"It also means that I broke the food chain prescribed by nature, and I established a new food chain, a new order, an order that is unique to me."
"This is God... No, God can't do it. This is what the Creator God who created everything can do. If there really is a Creator God."
"And at the moment when I ate human flesh, I surpassed human beings, stood side by side with the God of Creation, and created my own order."
Hannibal swallowed the last piece of meat, wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Doesn't this make sour human meat extremely delicious and make people feel wonderful?"
He is a person who cherishes food. All food must be properly cooked and eaten, otherwise it will be wasted.
Brenda felt a chill in her heart.
At this moment, she saw an extremely crazy and greedy beast in this elegant Hannibal!
Brenda finally understood why this elegant guy was one of the most terrifying and sinister human beings in history!
This is the most terrifying ogre ever, and he even has his own logic!
"As for why I have to eat with you first..." Hannibal chuckled and said, "Eating is a relationship between animals to determine their status."
"I said, food is also the foundation of other orders. All orders are essentially reflected through food distribution."
"In a wolf pack, only wolves of the same strength can eat together."
"Among humans, only those at the top of the pyramid can enjoy the best food first."
"You are descendants of gods and I am human. When I dine with you, I am already the same as you." He said with a tone of enjoyment: ""This is a process of determining status."
"Moreover, nervousness will make the food taste unpalatable. I am not a pervert who likes torture. In nature, the most primitive and pure hunting should be to fill the stomach. And prey should be treated with gratitude.
Treat it well and cook it carefully to make it delicious, then you will not be disappointed."
"So I want to have a meal with you. Food will make you relax..."
Duke was speechless and could only retort: "You can go to the market to buy meat..."
After finishing his meal, Hannibal put down his knife and fork, smiled and shook his head: "I like to do it myself. In my opinion, buying meat in the market is a stain on the food chain. The real food chain is based on hunting...
...Only by killing him personally can I prove that I am worthy of this meal and that I am stronger than him. This is the food chain of the weak and the strong."
"And next..." He picked up the knife and said softly with a sense of ceremony: "I want to build a new food chain and put myself above the descendants of the gods."
