Chapter 1, Melancholy dim sum time without dim sum
"No snacks...no pumpkin pie...well, I want to cause trouble...I want to be a bad boy, I want to cause trouble..."
Muttering these random thoughts, Fujimaru Ritsuka slumped at the Chaldean kitchen table, lazily stuck to the table like a melted rice cake, his face turned sideways, his soft cheeks squeezed into an interesting arc,
Her orange hair was messy and spilled on the table.
Sometimes, that's it.
People will talk to themselves about making plans for the future, and then when things don't develop as they expected, they will feel unhappy.
For example, if a mother says she wants to take her child to have a big meal, then no matter how good the food is, the child will always be dissatisfied. Because before eating, he will always feel that since it is a big meal, it must be so good.
What a wonderful meal, but even if he went to a first-class restaurant, it would definitely be different from his dream.
This is not the same as greed. It is just self-improvement of one's own psychological expectations, which then leads to a huge gap.
Fujimaru Ritsuka can't eat pumpkin pie or trick-or-treat right now. She's at a low point right now. For a girl, not being able to eat snacks is really serious. I'm afraid, she needs to have - about twenty minutes.
Everyone will fall into such frivolous thoughts.
"Well, after all, why did she suddenly rush in shouting pumpkin pie?"
At the edge of the table, a man in red clothes crossed his arms, with a brown face and silver hair, and an obviously confused expression on his face.
In addition to the overall smart look, he also wore a white apron. To be honest, it was unexpectedly very suitable... This man and the apron are very suitable.
"Ah, I, I don't know either?"
Matthew had been comforting his senior, and when he heard his question, he raised his head and responded numbly.
During the conversation between the two, Fujimaru Ritsuka (killed in battle) raised a trembling hand, holding a slightly crumpled invitation letter between his two fingers.
The man in red [Emiya] took it, looked at it twice, and shook his head.
"I don't know. No one said anything about having a party. No one said anything about using the kitchen."
Ah, yes, let me emphasize it again.
Although this man in red clothes and white hair is an archer, for some reason, after he came to Chaldea, he looked like "The kitchen is my battlefield". He also has superb cooking skills and has now become the leader of the Chaldean kitchen.
The chef is here.
I guess Heroic Soul made a mistake in the Servant job description. This man should obviously be a cook, which is more suitable. (PS: In English, a cook is a cook, so there is no need to add er. Don’t be misled.)
Whether it's Tamamo Cat, Boudica, or Yagi, they are all under his control.
Maybe it's because his stern face is similar to that of a chef on a certain show?
Although Yagi Yusei feels that this man [Emiya] is very similar to Siegfried, I don't know why... Anyway, I feel similar when I hear them talking...
"Wow, is it really a prank! Is today April 1st?!"
"Senior, I'm pretty sure it's October now..."
Faced with Fujimaru Ritsuka's self-defeating words, Mashu complained sharply and accurately, which made Chef Emiya next to him smile.
"Okay... Then, I will use the Command Seal... to turn the world into Halloween! Just use the Command Seal to command the will of the world!"
"Senior, please respect yourself! That's not how the command spell works! And if your command spell really has this function, please just order it to be incinerated and disappear!"
Chef Emiya shrugged. It seemed that it was not appropriate for a rough man like him to stay here. He was not very good at dealing with female topics, so he could only choose to shut up silently.
Putting his eyes on the small piece of paper, Emiya tried to find some clues: Who is playing such a prank?
This invitation was obviously written by someone who had fallen into madness. It was filled with imaginative things, and the invitation text on the back was also upside down.
What an elegance and trance, what a hunting and tasting, what the world’s highest singer, one sentence is the world’s highest concert, and one sentence is let’s-party, no matter how subtle it sounds.
but……
Emiya's eyes fell on the last line...
The address should be written there.
But I don’t know why, someone obviously didn’t want everyone to go there, so they suspiciously erased the text above, and only the words about xxx city could be seen.
"I said, wouldn't it be better to just ask Dr. Romani for analysis? Did you follow the traces of magic on this invitation to find the venue?"
Emiya is worthy of being a servant, and he suddenly hit the point. Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes instantly lit up. One second he was like a limp rice cake, and the next second he had fully recovered his energy, like a green bamboo shoot.
"Okay! Let's go! Where is Mr. Emiya?!"
"Sorry, I have to prepare ingredients...I'm sorry, because of poor supervision yesterday - I shouldn't have trusted that damn cat to guard the kitchen honestly - some king slipped into the kitchen. Now there is hamburger meat in the refrigerator
There are very few meat and other meat ingredients, so I have to work on it."
He shook his head. Although he wanted to follow, he had no choice.
Among the people of Chaldea, he is the only one who can fulfill this responsibility now.
The Boudica people are too nice, and they will definitely suffer losses when negotiating with the Caesar Chamber of Commerce.
Tamamo Cat is a berserker, and it is easy to go berserk and buy a bunch of unused ingredients. Moreover, she can't be found now.
That kid Yagi, I don’t know where he went. He disappeared together with Tamamo Cat, and no one could be found in Chaldea.
In fact, he and Tamamo Cat were supposed to be guarding the warehouse last night, but because they disappeared, the food warehouse was cleared out today...
By the way, I don’t know what the reason was, but it seems that even the monitoring was destroyed at that time. It is said that it was a spherical violent energy radiation, and even the monitoring was destroyed.
Very thorough.
But just from this diet structure, we can deduce who robbed Chaldea’s food store.
Hearing that he couldn't go, Fujimaru Ritsuka's face suddenly fell. Emiya, who couldn't stand a woman showing such an expression the most, sighed: "Then, let me introduce you to someone by the way. Right, the lady over there.
.”
After listening to his words, the inconspicuous purple beauty who was staying in the corner of the cafeteria raised her eyes from the book and glared at him resentfully, obviously saying: Why are you pushing me into trouble?
"Why.archer."
Although she seemed to be asking a question, there was no questioning tone at all.
Rider Medusa stood up, closed the book in her hand, and walked this way.
"Whether it's mobility, strange strength, or magic eyes and precious phantoms, you are a very suitable candidate. You are good at things like breaking into a castle on a horse, right? - When I come back, I will give you the Chaldean Secrets
How about the sake?”
Medusa frowned, as if she was calculating the balance between sake and her own efforts. After thinking for a long time, she nodded, probably because she felt that this life was not bad.
In fact, she hates trouble. But, after all, in Chaldea, she does nothing but eats free rice, and she feels a little guilty. As a servant, she doesn't fight, resists fighting, and just enjoys... She can't do anything like
Some people behave the same way.
"Master, Rider Medusa, if you don't mind, just let me go with you this time."