"What about people?"

Hart asked as he walked down the stairs to the waiter.

"In the box." The waiter said.

"Did you order?" Hart said.

The waiter nodded, "A package, one big and one small." ”

Then, under the stunned eyes of the waiter, Hart walked directly into the back kitchen by the stairs, where several chefs were preparing orders for the rest.

He rolled up his sleeves, took an apron from the coat hook on the side of the door, tied it around his waist, pushed a cook away, and began to make the food on set A with his stove.

As Hart descended the stairs, Atley walked down with the rest of the mafia.

The staircase was just right for the waiter standing at the doorway, but the godfather was nowhere to be seen.

"What about the godfather?" Atley asked the waiter.

The waiter came to his senses and pointed to the kitchen.

Atley frowned and walked down the stairs, looking in the direction he was pointing, his pupils dilating for a moment.

After a moment, he came back to his senses, frowned and whispered, "What's going on?" ”

"I don't know." The waiter was also a little at a loss, "He just asked the two people what set a meal, and then went straight into the kitchen." ”

Atley, as if aware of something, turned sharply to look at Hart, who was standing in front of the fire roasting sausages like a normal cook.

He is

Do you want to do it for those two people yourself?

It's no wonder that Atley has such an expression.

Over the years, Mafia has developed into a terrifying behemoth in the Mediterranean region, and as the head of this behemoth, Hart has become a legend in this region.

Even those high-ranking nobles had to give three points when they saw him.

He'd only seen someone come to talk to this legend, and he had never seen anyone talk to this legend.

But now, he saw ......

His expression changed, and he lowered his voice and said to the cook, "What the hell are those two people going on?" ”

"I don't know." The waiter was also a little confused, "I've never seen them before." ”

Atley frowned slightly and thought for a moment, he said in a low voice, "I'm also hungry, arrange a set A for me too." ”

"Yes!" The waiter bowed his head.

"The environment here is much better than in the past, and there are even private rooms." Char looked at the environment of the box.

It's a four-person box, and it's quite spacious, but although it's a box, it's not sealed.

On one side, there is a large window that opens outwards to see part of the fjord's blue waters and snow-capped mountains.

But the sound outside is well isolated by this box.

Alicia nodded, "I guess I thought about it." ”

As they talked, the door to the box opened, and Hart walked in with a plate in one hand and placed it in front of Char and Alicia.

It's exactly the same set as Char's original meal in the imperial capital, with sausages, poached eggs, and some grilled mushrooms topped with sauce, but the difference is that the presentation is a little more elaborate.

"Long time no see, Mr. Char." Hart laughed.

He nodded to Alicia as well, "And Lady Alicia." ”

"yes." Char said, "It should be half a year." ”

Seeing that Hart was still standing, he motioned for Alicia to sit beside him, and then pointed to Alicia's previous position.

"Sit down."

"Wait a minute." "There's also black tea in the package. ”

He turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen, and a waiter approached with a plate in his hand, which Hart took from him and placed it on the table.

Inside the plate is a beautiful set of printed cutlery, complete with two cups.

Hart carried the teapot and poured black tea over the two cups.

When the teapot is lifted, you can still see the Chinese characters on the bottom of the teapot, which should be imported from Beichen.

According to the traffic in this era, the price of this tea set should be expensive.

The two cups of black tea were placed on Char's and Alicia's sides, and Hart sat across from Char.

"Did you come to me this time for something?" Hart asked.

"Can't I come to you if it's okay?" Char teased.

"Nothing." Hart laughed, "I'm just asking, after all, you haven't been there for half a year." ”

"There's been a lot going on during this time."

Char picked up the knife and fork on the plate in front of him and began to cut the sausage.

"I've been a little limited lately, so I'm going to see some friends."

He put the cut meat sausage into his mouth, bit through the casing, and the rich aroma of meat bloomed in his mouth, fat but not greasy.

"Well, it's better than the old ones." Char nodded.

"It's Sacili, after all." Hart laughs, "The local beef is definitely better and fresher than the beef I export, and I roast it myself." ”

"It's your craft, indeed." Char nodded as she chewed.

After a pause, he asked, "Speaking of which, with your current status, you shouldn't need to open a store, right?" ”

Hart smiled, and he was silent for a moment, his gaze deepening with the memory.

"The experience of the last few years has really been like a dream.

Do you know what kind of scale Mafia has reached today?

Even for me, sometimes it's hard to imagine. ”

"Troubled times are always accompanied by many opportunities." Char said, "Your presence just fills people's needs. ”

Hart paused in approval as he continued.

"If people leap too far in a short period of time, they will always become vain and unable to recognize themselves.

I didn't want to be like that, so I opened this shop. ”

He looked around, "This is my original ideal.

It was a very small ideal, but for me at that time, it was out of reach.

The existence of this store can always remind me of my original intention and my past.

Here, it is the anchor in my heart. ”

"You're wise." "A lot of people think they're smart, but they don't see it as clearly as you see. ”

"You're overrated." Hart laughed, "I'm just trying to do what I have to do." ”

Char silently solved the food on the plate, then drank the black tea on one side, wiped his mouth with a cloth on the side.

"I didn't have any cash with me."

Hart was about to say no, but then Char pulled out a gold coin with an H engraved on one side and a leafy tree on the other.

"Let's use this as a reward."

Hart took the gold coin, held it in his hand and looked at it, it was very weighty, but it was lighter than the gold coin of pure gold.

"It's called Kim Mark." Char said, "It's not pure gold, don't spend it, pass it on."

If some of your descendants have unique talents, it will change.

Perhaps, it can lead your family to another destiny......"

The gold mark is a simple mana detection spell that turns into an invitation if the mana is eligible.

Char had discussed with Tony that even if their wide-area mana detection radar was successful, it would still be impossible to include all the magic-qualified people.

After all, due to Char's interference in fate, there will be more and more people who are qualified for magic power in the future, and with a population base of billions, the number of people with magic power is very large.

But there is a cap to the capacity of Hogwarts.

Therefore, in the future, it is not only necessary to recruit those who are qualified for magic, but also to screen the talents of those who are qualified for magic.

And this invitation is a ticket that can bypass the talent screening.

Although Hart didn't know what it was, when he heard Char's description, he still subconsciously clenched the gold coin and looked at it again.

He clearly knew that what the existence in front of him would not give was anything ordinary.

In the past, he had only asked for a blessing, and he avoided a single death, and even became the head of a super-massive organization spread across the Mediterranean.

He didn't shirk it, this is not a social scene for some kind of human accident.

Their identities are not equivalent.

For the existence in front of him, he doesn't need his own favor at all.

If such an existence gives itself something to shirk, it is a kind of disrespect.

Char straightened his sleeves and then got up.

"Thank you for your hospitality, we're going to meet our next friend, and I'm glad to see you as always."

"I'll send you off." Hart got up from his position and walked out with Char and Alicia.

Atley, who was sitting in the corner of the hall eating breakfast, finally saw the two men who had been treated like this by the godfather.

One of the women was wearing a hood and couldn't see it clearly, but the man was different, and to his surprise, he had thought it would be an old man who was dozens of years old, but he was estimated to be a duke or something honorable.

But unexpectedly young.

Looks like there should be

Atley frowned, somehow he couldn't estimate the age of this man.

Although he looks only in his twenties, he behaves like a person in his forties and fifties, and his temperament is very stable.

But the most striking thing is Hart's gesture.

He leaned slightly and followed Char's side, with a worthless smile on his face, and sent them all the way to the door.

It wasn't flattery, but he had never seen it in his godfathers before.

Seeing the two of them leave, Atley also got up and walked over.

"The Godfather."

Hart's smile gradually retracted, and his face became as calm as before.

He didn't even look at Atley, but still looked at Char until the figures of the two completely disappeared from his sight.

He spoke in a deep voice.

"I've already investigated your business, and you really haven't been involved."

Atley hurriedly lowered his head, "Nothing can escape your eyes." ”

"But even so, I initially wanted to remove you.

After all...... How can a person who can't even manage his own subordinates be able to manage a good division in a region? ”

Atley swallowed softly, his eyes darkening slightly, but as he was about to respond, he heard Hart say.

"Still. I'm in a good mood today, but I can give you a chance. ”

Atley came back to his senses and nodded with joy on his face, "Yes!" ”

"You know, I don't have a lot of patience."

"There will never be a next time!" Atley said solemnly.

Hart didn't respond, just silently turned around and walked upstairs.

Seeing that Hart had completely disappeared from his sight, Atley breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

To be honest, he still doesn't know if this godfather is really in a good mood, or if he deliberately uses this to beat himself.

He's always unpredictable.

But if it's really because you're in a good mood and you're free from punishment.

He looked up at the place where the two men had disappeared at the end of the street.

That's probably because of these two people......

Char didn't care what happened after he left.

They had now arrived at Cole Street in the Imperial Capital.

Their funeral parlor, the Grim Reaper Sebas, who hadn't seen their friend for a long time, was here.

Char remembered him yesterday when he was drinking the black tea he gave him.

It's been a long time since he's been to the castle, and he doesn't know if he's back from a business trip to Europe.

Except for paying attention to some people he cares about, Char doesn't often use clairvoyance.

After all, when a person stays at home and peeps into the world with clairvoyance, he always feels that he will develop some bad habits.

He actually just wanted to come to see him, but before he had breakfast, he stopped by to meet Hart.

They came to the door of His funeral parlor, and the door was open, thinking they were coming back.

But as they walked through the door, a strange man in a death suit was sorting out something in front of the container.

As if sensing someone coming in behind him, He turned his head.

"I'm sorry, but the boss here isn't here."

But when he saw the comer, he was slightly stunned.

After seeing the man's face, Alicia's pupils also contracted slightly.

(End of chapter)