A palace maid in charge of serving the dishes stood in front of Heyman, and excitedly said in disbelief, "The entire place is filled with fragrance, and the praises are endless. This is the first time I've seen those nobles lose their composure while eating, yet they can't bear to put down their chopsticks."
Heyman couldn't help but praise, "Mr. Meg is indeed Mr. Meg. He lives up to his reputation."
He was most worried about whether the guests at the main banquet would be satisfied on such occasions. The nobles from different tribes had different preferences and habits. Even the most experienced chef couldn't satisfy everyone.
However, Meg did it today. He used the ultimate delicacy to break the barrier between habits and preferences, and turned this banquet into a carnival.
"Are the dishes finished?" Heyman continued to ask.
That palace maid pondered for a moment, and said, "They said that there's one last dish. It will end after it's served."
"Husband and wife lung slice …" Heyman's smile faded. He wasn't unfamiliar with Romeo and Juliet. They were a pair of kind nobles who liked exquisite dishes, and were very friendly to everyone. If there hadn't been a rebellion, they wouldn't have ended up like this.
"Go. Be careful. It's the last dish. You mustn't make any mistakes." Heyman raised his hand to let that palace maid go.
The palace maids carried the last dish away, and Heyman strolled slowly to Kitchen 1. Just as he was about to knock on the door, Meg happened to open the door and walk out.
"Manager Heyman, what a coincidence. I was just about to look for you," Meg said to Heyman.
"Oh? What can I do for you, Mr. Meg? "Heyman asked with a smile.
Mag smilingly said, "All the dishes have been served. The chief's conferring ceremony is very rare, and it's even a big tribe like the Falk Tribe. Therefore, I want to bring the children and ladies to see the world and observe the conferring ceremony. I wonder if that's possible?"
"Today's banquet was very successful. The nobles from various tribes were full of praises for your dishes. Since all the dishes have been served, I can report to the higher-ups if you want to attend the ceremony, and I can bring you there." Heyman nodded with a smile.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Manager Hyman." Meg said gratefully, showing an excited expression.
Hymin extended her head to take a look into the kitchen. Hesitantly, she said, "That couple …"
"They left peacefully," Meg said with a smile.
"That's good … that's good …" Hymin looked at Meg with a complicated expression on her face as she nodded. Then, she turned around and left.
Barbara appeared behind Meg and said softly, "The couple has been successfully relocated. The guys in the back alley have also been dealt with."
Meg nodded slightly and said softly, "Very good. Let's get ready to go to the ceremony. If there is a chance, we still have to give it a try."
"Father, what powder did you just put into the grilled fish?" Amy asked curiously as she walked beside Meg.
"It's a kind of drug. A drug to make our enemies easier to deal with." Meg explained with a smile. In the end, he only added cephalosporin to the grilled fish on Gary and the others' table. With their average 10th-tier strength and physique, that little amount would only make Hannah drunk, and make it easier for them to get drunk.
Apart from saving Ferdinand, Meg's more important goal tonight was to find the source of the black fog and get rid of it.
He had to ensure that he had enough ability to control the situation when he carried out this mission. Making the enemy drunk was undoubtedly a very good way to reduce their strength.
Tonight, the black fog was more important than anything else. For this, he would do anything.
"Cover Ugly Duckling with a black cloth bag. Don't let anyone see it." Meg took out a black bag, and covered Ugly Duckling with it, leaving only half of its head outside to breathe.
"Meow ~?" Ugly Duckling looked up at Meg with a puzzled expression.
"Ugly Duckling, follow what I taught you later. When you come back, I'll make a grilled fish just for you. No chili, okay?" Meg said to Ugly Duckling with a smile.
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"Meow, meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling's eyes lit up like little stars.
Heyman made the arrangements very quickly. About 10 minutes later, Meg and the others boarded a black horse-drawn carriage, and drove slowly in the direction of the venue.
Meg lifted a corner of the curtains and looked out. There weren't many people on the streets. Instead, there was an orc soldier every 20 meters or so. The security was very tight.
They were stopped three times along the way for inspection. However, Heyman should have applied for a pass for them, so they passed through without any inspection.
"We're here." The horse-drawn carriage stopped, and the coachman's stiff voice and noisy discussions could be heard.
Meg and the others lifted the curtains and came out. The horse-drawn carriage stopped at the periphery of the venue. In front of them was a black mass of people. Further in, there were dozens of bonfires that lit up the entire venue.
The banquet was coming to an end, and the palace maids started to remove the plates. This meant that the conferring ceremony was about to begin.
The coachman said sternly, "According to the rules, you can only watch the ceremony from here. You're not allowed to move around as you wish. I will supervise your actions throughout the entire process. If you violate the rules, I will —"
"Bam!"
With a dull thud, the coachman was stuffed into the carriage before he could finish his sentence.
"Let's go. We'll take a look at the front." Meg stopped the horse-drawn carriage in an area where many other horse-drawn carriages were parked, and said to the people who were looking at him with surprise. He led the way to the front of the crowd.
"Wow, I feel like the boss is getting more and more handsome," Yabemiya whispered to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth frowned slightly. She looked at Meg's back with a thoughtful expression. She felt that he was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She couldn't help but think of the masked man.
Barbara used the power of space to open a path for them, and they easily squeezed to the front row, occupying a good spot to watch the ceremony.
"Have you found her?" Meg whispered into the walkie-talkie.
"I haven't found any traces of Connie yet. I will continue to keep an eye on her," Camilla's voice quickly sounded.
"Be careful." Meg reminded her as he looked at the figure in orange armor who was slowly walking toward the stage.
There was no need for an introduction. This was definitely the main character of today's conferring ceremony, the kingslayer, Gary.
Putting his looks aside, that orange armor already made Meg feel inferior. He exuded an orange aura from head to toe.
Of course, what Meg was more concerned about was whether there was the aura of the black fog on him.
In Meg's heart, Gary was the number one suspect at the moment.
"He does have the aura of the black fog and evil on him, but it's much weaker than Borg and Alfred's. It might be because the black fog is still small." Irina's voice sounded in Meg's earpiece.
Daddy's Otherworldly Restaurant
Daddy's Otherworldly Restaurant
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