It was a little later than breakfast, but a little earlier than lunch, and it was spent in the gradual silence of a bunch of cooks.

What can they say?

It's not a loss to the family of the feaster, can you really eat it?

At first, they were still showing off their skills, but when the fifth course was swept away less than three minutes after it was served, they changed their strategy.

What kind of presentation and show off skills are all rolled aside, today's goal is to feed this master.

After eating the first plate of unknown food with an unknown amount of energy seriously exceeding the standard, Fran felt that his body began to recover slowly, and the body that had not moved for a long time finally gained some strength under the injection of energy from the stomach.

But there was a clear sense of jerkiness that always existed in Fran's perception, a sense of dislocation that the soul had not yet adapted to after the body had been transformed. Gently moving his fingers, the old butler on the side was gently reporting all the information that Fran had been sleeping for half a month.

When he heard the origin of these noodle cooks, Fran was a little surprised, and the purple eyes that were the same as those of the feasters could not see a trace of emotional fluctuations in the calm faces of the thirteen cooks standing in a row. And it is such a look that makes the chefs walk on thin ice. Yes, in their respective planes, they are a generation of famous chefs, and I don't know how many apprentices and grandchildren there are behind them, but here, they are just simple cooks, and the handsome boy with a calm face opposite is their only diner.

Although it was not possible to please this diner, the lazy style of enjoying the banquet would not have caused them to worry about their lives, and it is likely that they would be sent back to their respective planes safely again as they had been invited here.

But......

If this is really such a gray return, presumably half of the cooks will end up in shame on the way.

And there is only one equally outrageous reason for this outrageous behavior, as a chef, it is a pity that they have not been able to cook food in front of the top diners in countless planes. And the eldest son of the top diner has a strong chef who can fight and cook, and obviously he doesn't need them who are good at nothing but cooking.

Originally, these cooks were already disheartened, with the unrealistic fantasy of suddenly making a famous dish one day, and then being appreciated by the feasters, and then entering the realm of magic kitchens, and continued to bury their heads in their respective planes to study the methods of various cuisines.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering thunderclap sounded in the world of chefs, and the noble diner had a son. And according to the latest black cat tabloid, this little-known young man is obviously not a simple commodity.

It is conceivable that as soon as this news came out, it attracted many chefs to turn against each other, and the chef world, which was extremely peaceful in the past and only discussed how to cook, set off a bloody storm.

And what did the thirteen of their cooks, after a fierce competition in which dozens of kitchen knives alone were broken, and at the behest of that top diner, they passed through countless planes and came to the poor countryside of Orin? Isn't it just to serve this young master happily, and when the time comes, maybe the celebrants will be happy, and they will be able to receive the grace of God and become a magic chef.

At this time, Fran's scrutiny of them is the first hurdle they are currently facing.

"Sent by the Feaster?"

Fran's voice sounded as the cooks waited silently, and strangely enough, the family member did not seem to be very close to his nominal father, but the video records in the black cat tabloid showed that the father and son, at least at the feast of bliss, were relatively close.

Those cooks didn't have more time to think, and the old butler said with some hesitation, "Young Master Fran, Young Master Dan Yan also asked someone to give you a word......

"What?"

The old butler hesitated a little, but was watched by Fran's calm gaze, but he could only ruthlessly say Dan Yan's words as they were.

"Young Master Dan Yan asked me to tell you that if you dare to drive these cooks out, he will dare to come and smoke you from the food plane."

In a word, the cooks standing in a row were a little frightened, what the hell?

Why drive away the cooks?

Ha?

Why does it feel like something is not quite right with this master?

Fran rubbed his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything to Danxi's message, but just asked, "Brother has gone back?" ”

The old butler breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Fran's question, apparently it seemed that there was something between the two brothers that night, and although the estrangement existed, it was still a little thinner than at the beginning.

"Yes, he left Orin after you fell into a deep sleep. After all, the news of your existence has been passed on countless planes, and he must return to the plane of food to preside over the overall situation. Plus, he left his gift for you in the study. The old butler explained.

"Well, is there anything else?"

The old butler hesitated for a while, and finally said the things that gave him a headache, "Everything that happened at the Feast of Bliss has been reduced to a special issue by the voyeurs. Named "Feast". ”

"You just called me a feast, what does it have to do with this?" Fran suddenly remembered the strange name of the old butler for him, at first he thought that the old butler was just calling himself by the name of the Feast Armor, but after the confusion of his mind when he had just woken up, it seemed that it was not so simple when he thought about it at this time.

"Yes." The old butler smiled bitterly, "Since almost all the events are recorded in the special issue, a considerable number of the various races in the countless planes already know you......" He paused slightly, "and Miss Molin......"

Mo Lin, who had always been sitting obediently on the chair next to him, let out a small exclamation when he heard this, but after the exclamation, he looked at Fran stupidly and laughed.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Mo Lin, Fran relieved himself and continued to ask, "What about the reaction of the three of them?" ”

As always, there was no reaction from the celebrants. The Mad Lady openly criticizes the voyeur for not being as crazy as one-tenth of what you do in real life. And His Majesty the Dead Emperor personally drove the royal car and swept the inventory of many black cat newspapers one after another. ”

Fran tapped his finger on the tabletop, "What about the clouds?" ”

When Mo Lin heard this question, he didn't care about the noble identity of the little black cat, he pouted, and was a little unhappy, "Wuyun doesn't know what he's busy with lately, and he doesn't see the cat all day long." ”

The old butler was a little gloating at this time, "Master Fran, I'm hiding from you......"

"Hide from me?" Fran shook his head, "What do you do, record and pass is what it should do." Spread the news to it that there is a small dried fish to eat tonight. ”

The old butler nodded, and then said, "Chief Moxiso has left you a message that it is best to go to Precision Gear as soon as you wake up. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, looking at Mo Lin who had already pouted at some point, Fran suddenly had a headache. As early as when she was just waiting for the meal to be served, this little girl had already made an appointment with herself to go shopping. Although Mo Lin never said it, Fran, who was anchored by her, could already detect from various details that this little girl did not seem to be very happy recently.

After hesitating for a while, a private vision emerged, and after a pile of accumulated messages, it flipped directly to Moxiso's interface.

During Fran's slumber, Moxiso also sent a message.

Moxiso: It's important to have a trip to precision gears as soon as you wake up.

Fran looked at Mo Lin, who was not in a good mood but still maintained a bright smile beside him, and his consciousness moved slightly, and a string of messages was sent to Moxiso.

Fran: Wake up, can you take outsiders to visit the precision gears?

Moxiso didn't seem to be very busy at this time, and his reply came seconds after the message was sent.

Moxiso: Molin? OK. Be careful on the road.

There is no other information, but the four words of caution on the road are extremely abrupt.

Closing the horizon, Fran raised his eyes to look at Mo Lin, and a soft flash flashed in his purple eyes, "Pack up and take you to a fun place." ”

After hearing the news, Mo Lin jumped up for joy, and hurried up the stairs with his slippers, and even the elevator was not willing to wait, so he ran up the stairs with a bounce.

Knowing that Mo Lin had left the restaurant, Fran's eyes swept over the cooks, and the cooks were also quite knowledgeable, and they all retired, until only the old butler was left around, and Fran asked softly, "Moxiso told me to be careful on the road." ”

This is a very bland statement, but the hidden meaning behind it is extremely sinister.

The old butler also put away a gentle smile, and his face was serious, "The bubble defense is broken, and the plane exchange meeting is held, which has caused a lot of rats who can't get on the table to get into Orin." Because of your identity and your physical condition, which is no longer a secret, there is a large percentage of fanatics who have malicious intentions towards you and Miss Molin. In the past half month, there have been no less than 100 successful assassinations by the Lingren alone. Not to mention certain plans that have not yet been successfully implemented. ”

"Assassination?"

"Yes, you are a family member of the Feaster, and once you die in Orin, whatever the reason, Feast will inevitably take certain action against Olin. At that time, the pattern of Olin will be in chaos. And Miss Molin......" the old butler paused for a moment, "Miss Molin is your anchor, and if she dies, you will inevitably be lost in thinking that the divinity is too raging, and this will also cause a riot. ”

Without any twists and turns, the old butler directly exposed the thoughts of the dark rats who were hiding in the shadows to Frang. Then he stood with his hands tied, waiting for Fran's response.