Chapter 63 Recruitment (asking for monthly votes in the last three days)
Chapter 801 Recruitment (asking for monthly votes in the last three days)
Les looked at Lumian and asked doubtfully:
"Can you make decisions for the boss here?"
"Okay, because I am the boss here." Lumian pointed at himself with a smile.
Les, the human flesh cook, is increasingly puzzled:
"Didn't we come to Morola together?"
It's been less than an hour.
Lumian turned his head and pointed at the destroyed bar area with his chin:
"I completed a duel with the original owner here and won this bar from him."
Les's eyes suddenly lit up:
"Is he dead? Where is his body?"
"It was dragged away by the law enforcement team and should have been sent to the cemetery for burial." Lumian walked to the edge of the hall, picked up a chair that was still intact, and placed it next to the ruins of the bar.
Les breathed out regretfully, followed Lumian's suggestion, walked into the kitchen, and got busy cooking.
Lumian walked 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 various debris, all charred and carbonized.
Lumian looked at it for a while and found that these "steak" minced meats did not have the peculiarity of crawling and growing. After being burned, even the subtle connection between the corpses was lost, as if they were completely dead and no longer "abscesses".
Part of "The Severed Hand".
"These should not be recycled...
"High-temperature flame burning can inhibit the self-healing ability of the separated carrion, but it is not sure how much impact it will have on the carrion itself...
"Yes, the separated carrion must only have a certain degree of self-healing ability. Otherwise, each piece of meat can grow a brand new Brother Severed Hand, and Brother Severed Hand does not have to find all his own corpses..."
Lumian thought about it for a while, then 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 by, Les brought the mixed salad, fragrant creamy mashed potatoes and other food.
Lumian scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it into his mouth. He felt that the taste was extremely delicate, and the taste of starch, the sweetness of cream and the richness of oil made up a delicious food that people couldn't stop eating.
"Good cooking skills." Lumian raised his left hand and gave a thumbs up.
Les stood beside him and said with a simple smile:
"I used to own a restaurant."
"You cook human flesh?" 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 did not directly ask you when you believed in evil gods.
He also doesn’t know who the evil god corresponding to the “Gourmet” path is.
Les's expression gradually darkened:
"My wife has a friend. She always instills in my wife the beauty of a luxurious life, introduces her to the so-called members of the upper class, and even instigates my wife to have affairs with others, squander money, and secretly mortgage my restaurant and hers.
The goal from the beginning was our restaurant.
"After the restaurant was gone, the friend stopped interacting 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 frequented our restaurant came to me and asked me if I wanted to take revenge. He could help me. He said that I should be able to master such high-level cooking skills in an ordinary human condition.
Believe in the God of Food, the great 'swallowing vortex'.
"Afterwards, I received gifts and slowly grew up.
"After becoming a real 'chef', I found that woman and cooked her the most satisfying table of food in my life.
"From that day on, I fell in love with eating the flesh of the damned, and also gained the ability to identify whether someone deserves to die or not."
"That woman is also a follower of 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 was part of a deal.
"Yes." Les had already obtained relevant information from the woman's flesh and blood. "She believed in the so-called 'truth'. She was still very weak when she met my wife."
Sure enough... Lumian laughed.
The ability to identify whether a target deserves to die is very useful. Once you catch those with "Broker" path sequence 7 or above, hand them over to Ludwig for cooking.
After finishing the pile of food made by Les, Lumian nodded with satisfaction:
"I'm 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 to speak.
Lumian picked up the white napkin, wiped his mouth and said:
"There is still a lot of wine stored in the wine cellar. You will sort out 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 restoring contact with suppliers."
"It's the manager's job," said Les, who has owned restaurants.
Lumian smiled:
"Yes, chef and manager.
"The income from bar business, excluding costs, belongs to you."
"What about you?" Les has never seen such a boss.
No more money?
Lumian stood up, moved his body, and said casually:
"You are responsible for my three meals, responsible for finding someone to clean my room, and if there are special ingredients, responsible for helping me make dishes or cocktails that can allow me to obtain the corresponding characteristics. Also, I do not eat human flesh."
Les stared at Lumian for a few seconds and said in a deep voice:
"You seem to know a lot about Chef's abilities."
Lumian looked at the sky where it had stopped raining, walked towards the door of the bar, and said with a smile:
"The original owner of this bar was a 'depriver', but unfortunately, I deprived him of his life and he can no longer exchange cooking skills with you."
Moreover, 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'll run this bar."
Without turning his head, Lumian raised his right hand and waved it gently to show that he understood.
There was still deep water on the street outside, and pedestrians mainly walked on the steps on both sides. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, as if there had not been such a heavy rain just now.
Following the subtle connection brought about by the contract mark, Lumian walked towards the place where the head of "Abscess Severed Hand" was suspected to be.
Turning a street, he saw a soaked corpse lying quietly under the obelisk carved with books. This was the gloomy rapist Vijay Pan who was exiled to Morola with Lumian and others.
murderer.
At this time, his hands and feet were severed from the joints, his pants were peeled off, his crotch was bloody and bloody, and there was no more important item.
His eyes were wide open, filled with pain and despair.
"Hey, did you lose the duel?" Lumian laughed silently.
He almost whistled, cheering for the legal duel that happened before and that he didn't see.
It must be very exciting, and everyone who dies deserves to drink.
"It seems that the collector named Julie is even more powerful... Both she and Vijaypant have ulterior motives, no, they are just trying to provoke a duel..." Lumian felt that Julie had a high probability.
He is an extraordinary person. This kind of knife skills is not something ordinary people can possess.
As for whether Vijaypant is or not, he can't tell for the time being. Even if he is, the extraordinary characteristics should have been taken away.
"That woman is very powerful." A voice suddenly sounded next to Lumian.
That was a gentleman coming from the side of the small square.
He was wearing a half-high silk top hat, a white shirt, a cashmere sweater, a woolen formal jacket, a bow tie, and a civilized stick in his hand.
He looks like he is in his early thirties, with a thin face and gentle blue eyes. He looks like a 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 a revolver from the restaurant over the square for a duel, but the waiter told them that there were too many people dueling today and all the guns had been lent out, leaving only two long swords.
"That woman was very powerful. The man only blocked three swords before he was knocked to the ground, his hands and feet were cut off, and his pants were taken off."
From this point of view, Vijaypan does not look like an extraordinary person... Lumian retracted his gaze, turned to the gentleman next to him, and asked with a smile:
"What do you call it?"
The gentleman pressed his hand on his chest and saluted:
"You can call me Gusin, or 'Count'.
"I heard you killed Worms?"
"Worms, that thief?" Lumian replied with a smile, "He was struck to death by lightning and had nothing to do with me. If I really killed him, the law enforcement officers would have captured me."
Gu Xin smiled slightly and said:
"It's not impossible to deceive the law enforcement officers."
Do you also find that the law enforcers are rigid and streamlined? Lumian thought for a few seconds and decided to be "honest":
"The cause of Worms' death was unlucky enough. The item he stole from me could cause lightning strikes on rainy days."
"Then I really can't blame you." Gu Xing expressed understanding.
He asked enthusiastically:
"What's your name? Where do you live now?"
"Louis, I live in the Carnivore Bar." Lumian told the truth.
Gu Xin nodded lightly and said:
"Be careful of Byrna, the owner and chef of that bar. He is very dangerous and can eat people."
Lumian smiled:
"He is already dead."
Gu Xin was stunned for a moment, then smiled back:
"You are more interesting than I expected. I hope you can bring long-lost vitality to Morola."
Lumian did not continue the topic and took advantage of the situation to get the information:
"In Morola, apart from Hellabeg of the Church of Knowledge, who should we pay attention to?"
Gu Xin said directly without thinking:
"Wanak, the boss of Dades Agricultural Company, monopolized the food supply to Morola from the surrounding farms. He had originally become an experimenter, but then suddenly ran away and acted like a normal person.
"He is the most dangerous one in Morola."
Can you return to normal after becoming an experimenter? The Church of Knowledge didn’t care about Vanak leaving the team of experimenters? Isn’t this what I need? Lumian nodded thoughtfully and said:
"Who is the second most dangerous person in Morola?"