Chapter 175 Nightingale Tavern

Backlund. Hope Street, Serenzo Restaurant

“My suggestion is to add a bowl of mushroom soup as a side rather than using a lot of mushrooms as a sauce.”

On a long table covered with white tablecloth, Zhongli put down the silver spoon in his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth with the napkin on the side.

"The taste of fungi is a bit overwhelming. I don't know much about the existing fungus varieties, but based on the few attempts, they generally have a strong taste and different aromas."

"What you want to express in this dish is the verdant field style. It uses the sweetness of corn without adding extra sugar. It's good, but it's not advisable to add too much."

"The flavor of the green beans didn't come through. The chicken was of good quality and must have been carefully raised."

Sitting next to him was a chef wearing a white hat, a young man with brown hair, brown eyes, and a beard. He was holding a notebook in his hand and recording what Zhongli said.

"Mr. Mora is right, I will try to reduce the ratio next time."

"Sheridan, don't destroy Mr. Mora's taste buds with your ridiculous dishes!" A tall young female chef with short blond hair pushed the chef Sheridan on the seat, and said After he stood up, he sat down unceremoniously.

"Lucia, how can you say that?! Mr. Mora understands me!" Sheridan said without hesitation, but still got up and left, just as their chef had promised in advance, one dish per person.

Sheridan looked at Lucia without leaving any trace. This thorny rose in Backlund's catering world took the initiative to cut off its own thorns, lifted the plate cover, and presented the food he made in front of Mr. Mora, holding it with both hands. With her head tilted and her slightly red cheeks making her look particularly charming.

"Dessert, Rose Love, please taste it." Lucia looked at Mr. Mora expectantly, with autumn waves in her eyes.

Are you inviting people to taste dessert? I don't even want to point you out.

Sheridan was not surprised. Mr. Mora looked a little older, almost middle-aged, but he was knowledgeable and handsome with the handsomeness of a middle-aged man. He was highly accomplished in gourmet food and was also a famous philanthropic businessman Dawn. Mr. Dantès's business partner is very attractive to these young girls, although as a port merchant, it is a bit puzzling that he does not eat seafood dishes.

"Dense, slightly sweet but not greasy, the rose flowers are made from apples and soaked in honey in advance."

"Yes, Not Bad."

The magnetic voice spoke words of praise, which made Lucia's heart suddenly stop, and she said eagerly: "Mr. Momola, I... want to invite you..."

Although Lucia is from the Republic of Intis, she is very open-minded due to the influence of her parents and the environment in which she lived in the past, but she has always set her sights high. She finally met a man who was very knowledgeable in cooking and had a good background. , naturally I don’t want to miss this opportunity at this moment.

"my home."

dong dong dong

A knock on the door interrupted what Lucia was about to say.

"Mr. Mora, Miss Hall has asked me to invite you to the salon to be held at 8 o'clock tonight." A middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo stood by the door and said respectfully to Zhongli: "Sir, The car is ready."

"I understand." Zhongli stood up and smiled warmly at Lucia, "Thanks for the hospitality tonight, Miss Lucia, your cooking is excellent."

"I will come again another day and hope to have the opportunity to taste your other works."

"Okay!" Lucia replied with a blushing face. She didn't know whether it was because of her previous intentions or because of the compliment.

Watching Zhong Li's slender figure gradually walking towards the door, Sheridan held the tray, moved aside, and said slyly: "I heard that Miss Hall is Backlund's most dazzling gem~, now it's bad. It is said that the nobles from other places seemed to have lost their souls after seeing Miss Hall."

"Shut your mouth, Sheridan!" Lucia picked up the plate and twisted away: "He is a businessman, and Miss Hall is a noble."

Sheridan sighed. He has his own wife. He is not jealous. He just wants to persuade Lucia to give up her unrealistic ideas. You also know that he is a businessman, but he is a businessman of the level of Mr. Dawn.

"But we are just cooks from the common class."

on a moving carriage

Justice Audrey gave a greeting to Zhongli.

"Good evening, Mr. Pope."

Zhongli lost the appearance of a middle-aged man with Western characteristics and turned back into a handsome man with golden pupils, a tall body, and long black hair that faded into brown and spread on his shoulders.

"Good evening, Miss Justice." Zhongli responded politely and calmly.

"I'm sorry to trouble you about today's matter." Audrey's voice was sweet, like a girl next door, talking to people familiarly, "About the demigod of the Psychological Alchemy Society, Hvin Rambis."

"There's no need to be polite. You paid for it and I helped out. This is a reciprocal transaction." Zhongli looked at the scenery outside the window. European-style buildings were neatly lined up on the street.

Audrey smiled. Where in the world can you find such a good thing that you only need to pay some collectibles and novelties to invite an ancient god of angelic rank to take action?

Audrey recalled the scene she saw in the mansion of Viscount Gray Lint this afternoon. With the help of the destiny charm, she successfully planted a hint to Hvin Rambis.

An hour later, Hvin Rambis reacted and showed his mythical creature state, a gray-white spiritual dragon. He tried to invade Mr. Pope's heart, but the next moment, Hvin Rambis saw it. Like something extremely terrifying, the madness collapsed. One of the spectators said that the demigod who controlled the power of the mind went crazy.

"Do you want to meet with my father to discuss business matters?" Audrey took out a thick document that recorded various industries under the Hall family's name, including the arms industry and the black market that her family did not want her to know about. industry.

Earl Hall is not the nobleman with the highest title in Backlund, but he is one of the richest noblemen. He is a shareholder of several large banks, a special adviser to Loon Royal Bank, and the second largest shareholder of the Constant Coal and Steel Complex.

"Indeed." Zhong Li looked away from the window and nodded slightly.

It seems that the God of Trade, who is in charge of wealth and commerce, wants to re-engage in the trading activities of human society after his resurrection? I wonder if this has something to do with His honorable name. Is He doing this for some purpose? Or can it promote His further recovery?

It's too far away to think about these things now. Audrey put aside her distracting thoughts. Now she is just a Sequence 5 Dream Walker, heading towards the Sequence 4 Demigod.

"Are you interested in mining?" Audrey found that Mr. Pope directly browsed to mining-related companies, her smile did not diminish, and asked: "I heard from my brother that the iron mines in Constantinople City have recently begun to reduce production, and coal mines have also appeared. A decline in quality.”

"I know a little bit about it." Zhongli scanned the relevant information on the file and said to Audrey: "If I can help you explore some new mineral sources that are easy to mine, I hope your father will pay the corresponding fee."

"This is natural." Audrey nodded. The income from mining was huge, but she also asked: "Why don't you set up a mining company under Dawn Dantès's industry?"

The God of the Earth can find even scarce minerals, so that he can maximize his profits and create a mining giant after a period of time.

Zhong Li smiled and said, "I need to realize my wealth as soon as possible within these few days, and it just so happens that your father controls a large amount of wealth."

Audrey's eyes moved slightly, her thoughts flowing rapidly, and combining various information, she tentatively asked:

"I heard that Mr. Dawn Dantès has been purchasing a large amount of supplies recently. Are you preparing funds?"

According to the information Audrey learned, Dwayne Dantès is the public identity of Mr. Fool’s favored ones.

"A large part of it is due to this consideration." Zhongli took out a gold pound with a denomination of 10 from his bag, with the portrait of William I printed in the middle, the founding emperor of the Loen Kingdom, with a high nose bridge and a beard. Dense, with a rather solemn expression, "He has too many things to worry about. This may help him."

"When the time comes, I will also find a way to get my father to agree to help the victims." Audrey did not hide her depression. She sighed for the upcoming war: "My father and brother are also very good people."

Zhong Li glanced at Audrey and said calmly: "Most businessmen are only willing to spend most of their wealth when they want to obtain greater benefits. We call this investment. Although it is risky, there are also opportunities to gain Huge gains.”

"I believe them." Audrey smiled and quietly directed the topic elsewhere:

"What about you, Mr. Pope?"

"Did Mr. World entrust you with this matter?"

Zhongli shook his head and said truthfully: "He doesn't know about this."

"You are really a kind and compassionate being." Audrey said sincerely. She was also a little surprised. She guessed that the relationship between Mr. World and Mr. Pope might be good? Perhaps it's because they are both Mr. Fool's favored ones.

The carriage came to Townsend Street and stopped waiting for the crowd in front to pass by. Zhongli turned to look out the window at the flow of people on the sidewalk. There were tired-looking workers, housewives holding vegetable baskets, and government officials holding briefcases and bags. There are all kinds of college students reading books.

"Although I am a passer-by, I also know the suffering of the people."

"Chaotic. Unpleasant."

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Backlund's nights are not monotonous. In this era without electronic products, humans will try all kinds of ways to create various entertainment projects for entertainment.

People who are tired of life have two ways to relax. One is to go home and entertain themselves, and the other is to consume and let others entertain themselves.

Occasionally, there was a clear sound of horse hooves hitting the gray stone bricks, followed by the hum of wheels rolling on the ground. In the yellow halo of the street light, the pedestrian's shadow changed from long to a dot, and then became long again after passing the street light.

The temperature in Backlund was already very low in October. The cold wind blew across the ground and blew up a few withered leaves. There were several drunk people on the street supporting each other on their way home.

On Burningham Road, not far from the East Baylong Officers' Veterans Club, there is a bar called "The Nightingale".

The waiter in a black vest and white shirt pushed open the 3-meter-high red velvet opposite door and led Su Lin inside.

I heard that Mr. K from the Aurora Society likes to come to this bar called Nightingale on weekdays. In order to inquire about the people who believe in the original moon, and also to purchase extraordinary properties for "zero yuan" from some channels, Su Lin arranged a bar for himself. a new job.

For example, hunting cult members and certain wanted wild supernatural beings.

Through the long corridor, the waiter took Su Lin to a bar with a classical decoration style. The gramophone was playing popular music from the Kingdom of Loen. There were young people sitting in twos and threes in booths beside the corridor. The bartender After mixing the mixed drinks, the waiter served the goods to the guests.

Among the customers were young men and women, as well as workers whose clothes were covered with dust and paint. It looked like this bar was very serious, but Su Lin frowned and said to the waiter who turned around and wanted to leave:

"I heard that you have a negative floor here. Take me downstairs."

The waiter was stunned for a moment and said in a daze: "Guest, I don't understand what you mean. We only have one floor here."

"I don't care if your club is a membership-based club or a new one. Just take me downstairs." Su Lin said, staring into the waiter's eyes.

The waiter's eyes were distracted, dull for a moment and then returned to normal, "Please follow me."

He led Su Lin to a private room. After opening the door, a table of burly men looked at Su Lin and then at the waiter in front of him, then ignored them and continued to peel the nuts in his hands.

The waiter closed the door, came to a white wall and knocked lightly. A hollow sound came. Two seconds later, a door opened on the wall, and inside there was an old man with white hair and light blue eyes. He glanced at Su Lin wanted to say something, but his eyes became distracted.

"Please come with me."

The underground space of this bar is five times the size of the one above. Walking down the stairs to the downstairs, Su Lin couldn't help but sigh that rich people really know how to play.

Colorful lights turned slowly, and on a spacious two-meter-high stage, several young girls danced passionately, and various chips were placed on more than a dozen tables.

In the booths next to the corridor, men with gorgeous clothes and exquisite fabrics sit with the pretty girls, clinking glasses in their hands and chatting happily. Occasionally, there are even guests who are hugging the service staff and shadowing them not far away. Go to your room?

It's just like a nightclub with all kinds of illegal items! ?

Good guy, Su Lin called him a good guy, does a lunatic from the Aurora Society still like this kind of enjoyment?

After a brief sense, there are about five extraordinary beings here? Two are low-sequence, two are mid-sequence, and one is a demigod of sequence 4.

Su Lin passed by a low-sequence girl with long blond hair that reached her shoulders, and the curled and permed hair hanging down her back. The long dress on her body reminded her that she was a service staff here.

She noticed Su Lin's gaze and walked by with a sweet smile.

Su Lin withdrew his gaze. He was just confused that extraordinary people could still do this kind of job part-time.

Su Lin walked up to a middle-aged man with short black hair and a red dress. He had more nasolabial folds on his head than ordinary people. He held a goblet in his hand and quietly watched the dance on the stage.

Like a friend meeting each other, Su Lin put his hand on his shoulder and said with a smile:

"Old K, right? Let's talk?"

This chapter was posted on the 19th, a little late.