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Chapter 5 Spiritual Laws

 This is a Teppanyaki restaurant between the masses and high-end. You can order the set meal recommended by the store manager, or you can order your favorite meat on the plate.

There are only various parts of beef on the menu, and the meat of each part is divided in detail. The characteristics and price of each type of meat are written on it. Together with the photoshopped pictures, Qing Guijie immediately moved his index finger.

"First serve one portion according to the set menu."

"Please wait!"

The waiter brought hot tea and a glass of lemonade, and skillfully introduced Qing Keisuke to the main dish in the set meal.

After a while, the first dish was served, which was a refreshing salad.

Aoi Keisuke ate it in two or three bites with his fork. While waiting for the beef to come, he began to observe the customers in the store.

This Teppanyaki restaurant is not cheap, but there are a lot of people, and the half-covered small box is almost full.

The air is filled with the smell of beef.

Qing Keisuke motioned to the waiter that there was no need to introduce him any further, took out his mobile phone and started recording data. He had not found anyone with a spirituality index higher than "7" including the waiter.

Not to mention humans with the "talent to use magic". Considering the thin magic power in this world, Qing Keisuke estimates that it must be at least ten times higher than the peak value discovered so far.

That is to say, only when the spiritual index exceeds 100 can the conditions for releasing magic be basically met.

"Hello, this is the second course of the set meal you ordered, beef ribs on skewers."

There are three skewers placed on a beautiful long dinner plate, with cut rice dumpling leaves placed underneath.

The skewers are not big, and there is not much meat. There are only two small pieces in each skewer. The surface of the meat is browned, and the fat flows out along the fibers.

Three stacks of dipping sauces were also delivered together. The waiter introduced: "Beef ribs are meat cut from the middle of the beef ribs. A cow can only cut 2 to 3 kilograms. It is rich in fat, has obvious muscle fibers, and has good texture and chewiness.

Very good.

The three dipping dishes are prepared cola juice, pickled plum sauce and our unique secret sauce."

Traditional high-end beef teppanyaki pursues high-end ingredients and requires that the ingredients cannot be marinated in advance. However, more chefs have begun to choose to process the ingredients in advance in order to achieve a more unique flavor and taste.

Qing Keisuke didn't understand or care about this. He took a photo on his phone and began to concentrate on enjoying the food.

The meat juice flowed out from the beef ribs and filled his mouth, and the rich aroma exploded. For the first time, the Demon King of another world experienced the charm of beef ribs.

What a good beast!

Should you consider starting your own farm in the future?

Beef ribs, three ribs, large intestines wrapped in half-melted butter, and square sirloin steaks. The dishes were served one after another. Qing Keisuke devoured them. The sauces on the three plates were sweet, sour, and salty, which complemented each other very well.

The taste of delicious food.

Finally, there is a thick-cut beef tongue, grilled on both sides until slightly golden.

The golden part of the cow's body.

Qing Keisuke closed his eyes slightly and was completely impressed by human beings' achievements in the field of food.

Finally, he ordered three more beef tongues separately to show his respect for the chef.

While waiting for the remaining three portions of beef tongue, he recorded the information of everyone in the store.

This meal cost him 8,300 yen.

He stayed in the mall for the whole afternoon and ordered a cappuccino in the cafe on the first floor. The latte art was a five-petal plum blossom.

Through the display window, he collected enough data, and then used simple statistics to roughly draw a rough rule:

The spiritual index of men is generally higher than that of women, and that of young people is higher than that of old and weak people.

This rule can be further refined, that is, people with stronger bodies generally have higher spiritual indexes!

If this is the pattern, then it is not incomprehensible that Aoi Keisuke, who has a body like a weak chicken, has a spiritual index of only 5.

However, it can also be seen that everyone’s spirituality is not an innate talent, but is in a state of change.

Different stages of life show different states, but if this is the rule, it would be more interesting - how can magic and spirituality be entangled with human vitality?

Either there is some kind of medium that affects the two, or the magic itself is born from creatures like humans!

Today’s observation is worth every penny!

Reward yourself with a sumptuous dinner.

At night, there were many students wearing student uniforms in the mall, including many students from Kukai Private High School. To be on the safe side, Aoi Keisuke decided to go home first.

There is no point in collecting information on a large scale anymore. Next, he plans to start exercising. On the one hand, he really can't stand the weakness of his body, and on the other hand, it is just a test to see if the rules are accurate.

But there is still no clue how to have a spirituality index close to 100. So far, the highest number of people Qinggui has met has not exceeded 10 points.

Could it be that repairing air conditioners helps cultivate spirituality?

Or maybe it has something to do with exposure to technology products? Qing Keisuke glanced at the mobile phone in his hand and subconsciously denied the idea.

Wait... Using mobile phones is a different concept from manufacturing and repairing mobile phones. Perhaps we should not make hasty judgments. Many times, "knowledge" itself represents mystery.

Qing Keisuke put on a mask and left. Several girls who had originally wanted to strike up a conversation were immediately discouraged and took a sip from their coffee cup.

Leaving the bustling downtown, the sun is about to set in the distance, and the sunset glows red on the glass of the building to the west, but the feeling is no longer hot, but more warm.

In the gray-blue sky, a few sparse clouds remained motionless, and a few seabirds flew by from time to time.

Qing Keisuke did not choose to take the overcrowded bus, but walked home and ate some food along the way.

I had tonkotsu ramen at night. Aoi Keisuke didn’t like the soup base very much, so he decided to try other flavors next time.

As for the scenery on the road, there is not much to praise.

The bustling streets of Tokyo are bustling with traffic, and people and vehicles follow the traffic lights in an endless stream. It is a scene that will make you tired after just one glance.

But at the next intersection, there was a foreign student who put a stereo at his feet and played songs from his hometown on his guitar. There was a little bit of vicissitudes in his singing.

Despite the language barrier, Qing Keisuke suddenly understood that this should be a homesick song.

He listened to half of the song with the communes who were off work, and then turned around and left. The communes in suits were arming each other and planning to go have a few drinks and discuss which restaurant's appetizers were more delicious.

Qing Keisuke paused for a moment, then walked into a convenience store on the corner, suddenly thinking of trying the taste of wine in this world.

The variety of products in the convenience store shocked him once again, and once again made him realize the terrible creativity of the human race.

He directly swept through all the things he was interested in, preparing to go back and study them carefully. He even filled a bag full of all kinds of wine.

I have never seen such a crazy customer. The cashier looked at him in shock.

What should I say now?

Qing Keisuke thought for half a second, and then said with his mouth hidden under the mask: "Check out, thank you."

"Ah...ah!"

Qing Keisuke watched the young cashier hurriedly counting the prices of the products. There was a continuous beeping sound, and the counter was soon filled with piles.

But faster, the pressure returned to his side. The cashier held a bottle of soju in his hand and asked cautiously: "This guest, do you have any identification that can prove your age?"

Qing Keisuke was shocked. Although he is tall, to be precise, he is still only a 17-year-old high school student!

The ID card in your wallet that proves your age is a student ID card.

White teeth.

The Demon King, who had just traveled through time, was momentarily blinded by Tokyo's extravagance.


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