In Room 4126 on the 41st floor of Donghuang Hotel, Luo Wen was standing in front of the wardrobe, considering choosing the chef outfit that would suit him tomorrow. Hearing the deep voice of the man in black robe behind him, Luo Wen shrugged while turning over his clothes.
shrugged his shoulders.
"Of course not. You have to know that he is a man of firm faith. I think that even if the Camarilla disappears one day, Carl Bolen will choose to disappear with it or be buried with it."
The man in black robe leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and was silent for a long time.
He is tall and tall, and his voice is relatively deep. His face is covered by a large black robe, making it difficult for people to see clearly the expression on his face at this moment.
"Let him think about it again. If necessary, I will go see Karl."
Rowan was still carefully choosing the clothes he would wear for tomorrow's performance. He took out a chef's outfit from the closet that seemed to fit well. Rowan put the clothes in front of him and tried it on, saying absently.
, "It's up to you. Anyway, we don't know the specific location of the sacred artifact for the time being. Before that, let everyone take a rest."
Taking the clothes and walking to the floor-length mirror in the living room, Rowan put the tall pure white chef's hat on his head, straightened the tight chef's hat with a little emotion, and said.
"But I think it would be useless even if you come forward in person. After all, Karl...hehe, this guy is known as the next generation leader of the Camarilla. I wonder, if even the next successor of the Camarilla can do it,
If they choose to side with us so easily, then the Secret Party may have been lost in history long ago, so how could it possibly be spread to this day?"
After saying that, Luo Wen was startled for a moment, turned around, and bowed apologetically to the man in black robe, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ridicule you. Your choice is correct and consistent with our respective positions."
It has nothing to do with it, this is just a right choice, a choice that transcends stance and belief."
The man in black robe did not speak, even though the word "successor" really pierced his heart. After a moment of silence, he nodded to Rowan, and then disappeared into the room with a dozen other men in black robe.
underground. In the next month, they will hide in the darkness and watch the development of the situation silently.
After all the members of the Demon Party who could not show their faces disappeared in the room, apart from Rowan who was trying on clothes, there were only four young and handsome guys left in Nuo Da's room, who had just been in the banquet hall.
The four people who showed up.
And they are all direct members of the Zmich family.
Looking at Luo Wen who was changing into a chef's outfit with great interest, a blond, blue-eyed, Chinese-French handsome guy was sitting comfortably on the sofa with a pillow in his arms. As his slender right hand was gently raised, a stone on the dining table appeared.
The apple, and a fruit knife floated into the air and paused quietly in the air.
This handsome mixed-race guy with a pair of light blue eyes turned his index finger slightly, and the fruit knife floating in the air automatically peeled the apple for him.
He asked in confusion.
"Master, there is something I don't quite understand. Why don't we kill Karl directly? With our current strength, it is a simple matter to eliminate Karl who has lost his ability, but why do you still keep them?
As a hidden danger?”
Putting on the chef uniform in his hand, Rowan buttoned up and said, "First, the holy weapon hasn't appeared yet. Before that, I don't mind having fun with that bastard Karl. Second, although the secret party currently only has Karl and the others,
, but don’t forget those bastards from the Tianchao branch who have disappeared for a long time, they still hold a sacred weapon in their hands.”
"Third, the Camarilla is still a Camarilla after all. If we go too far, it is difficult to guarantee that the war will not start early. Fourth, although those guys from the Lesenba clan have already broken with us, they are still hiding
In the Celestial Dynasty, the appearance of the holy weapon this time is their work. They will not allow us to monopolize the holy weapon, which means that they will not allow Karl and the others to be eaten by us in advance. Fifth, oh, there is no fifth."
With that said, Rowan stood in front of the mirror, stretched his arms, and lifted his butt coquettishly. After making sure that the clothes fit him perfectly, Master Rowan touched his perfect chin and admired the handsome man in the mirror with satisfaction.
Guy.
Well, he is simply an extremely outstanding young chef. The most unbelievable thing is that he is so handsome? Haha, there is really no way for people to survive.
Young Master Luo Wen was narcissistically adjusting his collar in front of the mirror, and at the same time he was happily thinking about some shameful things.
Of course, Master Luo Wen does not appear to be that narcissistic on the surface, but as a human being, there are always many more shameful and terrifying thoughts in his heart, but he just doesn't say them.
Henry Abel, that is, the handsome guy who was peeling the apple with his mind, after listening to Rowan's explanation, nodded in realization, then waved his right hand and sent the peeled apple to Rowan.
Holding the apple floating in the air, Rowan took a bite, frowned slightly, and shouted fussily when he was done.
"Robert, give me some ice."
Hearing this, an uncle from the Demon Party who was preparing coffee for several people in the kitchen wiped his left hand on the apron around his waist, then gently raised his hand, and a cold light flew out of his palm. Soon, Luo
The apple in Wen's hand started to feel cold.
Chewing on an iced apple, Rowan walked up to the people sitting on the sofa and hummed while chewing.
"Understand? This is why I am willing to have fun with those guys in Carl. In addition, although I don't want to admit it, we do need something from those guys. Of course, the most important thing is that I
Give that gentleman a little more face, after all, he and Karl are direct relatives, so it’s better not to go too far with some things.”
After saying that, Rowan pointed to the man sitting next to Abel, "But Zi Ming, if possible tomorrow, you will get rid of Karl and the others for me. I really don't like to see that smiling guy looking disgusting."
Sticking behind us like chewing gum, we will enter the next round with us.”
Sitting in front of the sofa, a handsome man with glasses from China was gently wiping his kitchen knife. He carefully put the polished kitchen knife into his dazzling silver work box filled with various kitchen utensils.
Luo Wen's personal chef, Comrade Lu Ziming, solemnly pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.
"Master, tomorrow I will let those in the secret party experience the power of my good and evil chef! Don't worry, they will never have a chance to enter the next round of the competition. Even God can't help them."
As he said this, the Good and Evil Cooking God smiled disdainfully and looked proud.
When he heard the words "God of Cooking, Good and Evil", Luo Wen twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally, but he still smiled and encouraged the glasses.
"Well, very good."
Abel and the other person simply got together, looked at Lu Ziming beside them, and murmured in a low voice.
"Ziming's secondary disease is really not that serious."
"Stop talking, Zi Ming has cooked for us for so many years, and finally he has a chance to show his face. Let him be happy for a while."
"If you two don't want him to use his ability to make breakfast tomorrow, you'd better not mention the word Chuunibyou." The uncle who made the coffee kindly reminded the two of them. The two of them were obedient after hearing the words.
He covered his mouth, and then smiled apologetically at the "God of Cooking".
The top chef of the Demon Party, Comrade Lu Ziming, the "God of Good and Evil Chef" who has studied in France for many years, listened to the whispers of those guys, his face was a little unhappy, and his black eyes hidden behind the black-rimmed glasses also looked...
He kept scanning the pig teammates, his eyes were full of coldness, which was very intimidating.
But in fact, even though Ziming's face was unhappy, his heart was extremely beautiful.
As they say, after so many years as a rear chef, I finally have the opportunity to show off my talent!
Tomorrow he will let the secret party and the whole world know that cooks can also achieve immortal achievements!
After patting the chef's clothes on his body and seeing that they fit snugly in every aspect, Rowan nodded with satisfaction and said that the minions in Brother's Club were really good and the clothes were made with great care.
At that moment, after changing out of his chef uniform and folding it up, Rowan turned to look at the four direct subordinates in the room, and made a gesture with a slightly dazed look in his eyes.
"There are still two hours before bedtime, how about we play some games?"
The room suddenly became quiet.
Ten seconds later, Abel weakly stretched out his right hand and said.
"Well, young master, the elders gave many warnings before setting off, saying that we must watch you carefully and never let you play the game for too long...because last time, you were
You spent too long playing games the night before, and as a result, you didn't have enough energy the next morning, so you just let the people from the Tianchao branch run away. For this reason, the elders hacked your game console that day.
If only..."
Hearing his subordinate mention his dark history, Luo Wen couldn't help but coughed in embarrassment.
"Well, that time was an accident. Besides, I only played the game for four hours today, which is far from the standard they set for me. Come on, play less for a while, it's harmless.
In this way, after I kill Helios tonight, I will take you to fight two UFC games together, okay?"
Looking at Rowan's expectant eyes, and remembering that as long as Clinton was no longer by Rowan's side, they could not persuade this young master at all, several subordinates sighed as if they were resigned to their fate, and then simply left their positions.
An Xbox was taken out of the suitcase.
After connecting to the TV, Luo Wen and several others sat in front of the TV, holding the handle and speaking seriously.
"Helios must be killed tonight, otherwise no one will be able to sleep!"
"I understand, Master!"
In this way, the game geeks of the Demon Party sat in front of the TV, holding the controllers, and began the long journey to conquer the boss, while their secret party downstairs were also playing poker... (Unfinished)