The City Lord's Palace is located in the center of the wealthy area on the east side of Buji City. It is built entirely of stone and is engraved with various patterns. It is gorgeous and majestic.
There are serious guards guarding the entrance to the city lord's palace.
Jean led Grisha into the city lord's palace unobstructed and came to a long and narrow corridor.
Grisha kept begging for mercy all the way, but when she entered the city lord's palace, she suddenly became quiet, like a mouse being stared at by a cat, shivering but not daring to move.
Gene ignored it, but walked to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of a door.
He knocked on the door softly and said softly, "Lord Sofo, your humble servant Jean wants to see you!"
"It's cute little Jean. He must have brought me good news. Come in." A thin male voice, like a drake's voice, came from the room with a tone of excitement and expectation.
The door creaked open, revealing two neatly dressed waiters.
The two waiters nodded slightly to Jean, then stood on both sides and made way for a wide road.
Gene also nodded and walked in.
The room is filled with an alluring aroma.
What appeared in front of Jean was an extremely huge dining table.
The dining table is covered with a tablecloth as white as a swan.
On the tablecloth, there are densely packed dishes.
Golden bamboo shoots and spinach soup, Marseille fish soup, saffron chicken, chicken liver steak, potato stewed lamb, roasted sheep saddle, orange roasted wild duck...
There were so many dishes that Jean recognized, and there were many dishes that Jean didn't recognize.
Full of color and flavor.
Even as cold as Jean, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva before this delicious food.
It’s so tempting!
Gene used amazing perseverance to control himself, letting his eyes pass over all the delicious food, and finally landed on the only person sitting at the table.
A man like a mountain of meat!
One person's butt takes up the area of three people.
Wearing a specially customized loose coat.
The legs are as thick as an elephant, and the pieces of meat are piled up.
The meat loin is nearly one meter thick.
A fist as big as a casserole.
And the protruding fat all over.
Plus a round head.
It forms the image of a fat man weighing over 500 pounds.
How shocking!
He is the master of Buji City, Sovereign Pasteur!
Beside him, there were three waiters serving him non-stop, bringing various dishes to him.
Sauve Pasteur just opened his bloody mouth, and the waiter poured the food into his mouth.
Sauvage Pasteur just needs to be chewed.
It’s really the food that opens your mouth!
Gene watched this scene expressionlessly, stood in front of the dining table, then knelt down on one knee, "Lord Sofo!"
"My lovely Jean child, did you tell me that you found the magic table, right?" Sofo Pasteur swallowed the food in his mouth, like a child, with full of anticipation.
Looking at Jean.
"You know, I'm tired of eating these every day! I need something more delicious! Otherwise I won't be able to eat anymore and I'm going to starve to death!" Sopho Pasteur said, and the waiter came again.
Plate the dish and pour it into his mouth carefully and skillfully.
"Lord Sofo, I'm sorry, I haven't found the table that can automatically produce delicious food!" Gene was silent for a while, then replied with a straight face and a low voice.
"Like this, my lovely Jean child, you always fail to live up to my expectations like this, and I'm very disappointed. If you keep doing this, I won't like you anymore!" After hearing this result, Sofo Pasteur looked like
He pursed his lips like a child, took a sip of the soup angrily, and said.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Jean's back, and he quickly explained, "But, Lord Sofo, I already know who holds the table!"
"Oh, didn't you say it last time, it was with that so-and-so person?" Sauve Pasteur frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't think of it for a long time, so he said casually.
"Lord Sofo, I was deceived! In fact, that table had been switched by Gallia, the owner of the revelers' hotel! Gallia hid it in a secret place."
Jean didn't just say this based on speculation.
In fact, in addition to the traces of the table legs in the cellar, he also investigated the operation of the hotel.
The day William came over, he ordered a lot of delicacies, and Gallia went out to buy them all in person, and he was very fast.
But Jean asked several families near the hotel and learned that Gallia had not purchased from them.
Also, the waiter at the revelers' hotel told them that during that time, a lot of high-quality goods appeared in the hotel, such as rum.
You know, in the old days all revelers' inns could offer was low-quality ale.
To sum up the above, if there is no trick, Jean will not believe it even if he is beaten to death!
"So the table is in the hands of this guy! Humph! How can you be so stupid, little Jean! Now that you know it, why don't you go and snatch it back!" Sophopasteur looked like he hated iron.
.
"Galia is dead, Lord Sofo! The table is also gone!" Jean replied.
"Huh! Little Jean, you are really getting more and more unlovable! I'm angry!" Sauve Pasteur gasped.
When the waiter next to him saw it, he quickly patted Sovereign Pasteur's back to make him calm down.
Gene hurriedly finished all his words, "Lord Sofo, I already know who owns the magic table?"
"who is it?"
"Zorro!" Sauve Pasteur was about to get angry, and Jean immediately threw William out.
"Zorro? Chicken Zorro?" Sauve Pasteur first thought of this famous dish that has become popular in the past six months.
Jean secretly smiled bitterly, but did not dare to show it on his face, "Lord Sofo, Zorro is an adventurer who has appeared recently. He often attacks bandits, so he is also called the light of justice by those untouchables!"
"Hahaha..." Sauvre Pasteur sneered at this, and then his face condensed, "My cute little Jean, I don't understand why you are still staying here!"
Gene heard the murderous intent in the words, and felt a chill in his heart. He kowtowed quickly and said, "Lord Sofo, I will hunt down Zorro now! No matter where Zorro is hiding, I will definitely deliver that magical table to him."
Come to you."
"Hehehe...that's good!" Sauve Pasteur smiled innocently like a child.
Jean nodded heavily and was about to leave. At this time, Sauve Pasteur licked his fingers and said abruptly, "By the way, little Jean, you just said that the hotel owner deceived me? What about the boss?"
"Dead! Lord Sofo! I suspect he was killed by Zorro!" Anyway, suspects don't need evidence, Jean said.
"Oh, what a pity, such a good person died like this." Sauve Pasteur lamented, "I haven't tortured him well enough to let him know the cost of deceiving me..."
Is this the reason why you feel pity? Unfortunately, Jean does not dare to say what is in his heart.
After a pause, Jean heard Sauve Pasteur say again, "Oh, by the way, does he have any relatives? Or anyone he knows? Little Jean."
Jean pushed Grisha out without hesitation, "I brought Gallia's wife here, Lord Sofo."
"That's perfect! I want to think about how to punish her!" Sauve Pasteur tilted his head and thought attentively.
Suddenly, he clapped his hands and said happily like a child, "Yes, I thought of it."
"Weren't we talking about Zorro Chicken? Now let's make a Zorro... Oh, no, this is my idea, it's called Sofu. Hahaha, this is the idea of Sofu, a smart gourmet.
Dishes."
"First let the chef wash this woman clean, shave her whole body, then make a cut on her neck to drain out the blood, then cut her throat downwards, take out all her internal organs, and wash them clean
, then apply spices and salt on the inside and outside, wrap it with Styphon leaves, apply mud on the outside, make a mud ball, and finally burn it in the fire! "
"Ah...it tastes delicious just thinking about it! I can't wait!" Sauve Pasteur exclaimed, "Go and ask the chef to make this dish!"
Sauve Pasteur ordered to the waiter next to him.
A waiter next to him immediately trotted away.
"Little Jean, would you like some? I guarantee that the taste will be like nothing you have ever tasted." Sauve Pasteur's expression at this time was like a child who has something delicious and wants to share it with others.
"Thank you, Master Sofo, but I think such delicious food can only be eaten by someone as noble as you." Gene felt disgusted in his heart and politely refused.
"Okay then." Sauve Pasteur said with a bit of regret.
"Lord Sofo, please allow me to resign, and I will go find your treasure." Jean requested.
"Go." Sauve Pasteur waved his hand generously.
Gene slowly backed away.
Arriving at the door, Jean was about to walk out, when he suddenly heard Sovereign Pasteur whining behind him and saying with a bit of a cry, "Little Jean, you have to find that table and come back quickly, otherwise, you too
I want to be made into something that Sofu people eat. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Jean suddenly felt like he was in the middle of winter!