"Warmth from the depths of the soul … I don't know what that means." The corner of Chen Ze's mouth twitched. Chen Ze was a little confused by the remark.
Chen Ze felt that in order to understand this sentence, he had to first understand what a soul was, or rather, whether a human had a soul or not.
Although it was often said that a soul weighed twenty-one grams, Chen Ze only treated it as a legend until Chen Ze met Stan.
This Undead Lord was quite powerful, but he did indeed have a soul. According to Stan, it was normal for a Lich to play with souls.
Therefore, a soul was equivalent to Stan … giving warmth to the depths of the soul …
Chen Ze instantly thought of some red-light districts or custom shops. However, Chen Ze immediately shook his head and threw out all these things that were not suitable for children.
"Tsk, but it's a one-time use item. I have to be careful." Chen Ze yawned and put the Starry Sky Cake away. He took a photo with his phone and sent it to his sister.
[I'm a Great Writer: Sister, times have changed!]
Chen Ze was happy, but the next second, the 4G signal was cut off again.
It seemed that there was a customer. Chen Ze walked up and took the Starry Sky Cake with him. He put it in the fridge.
"Dear customer, here is your iced cola." Betty smiled and placed a cup of cold cola in front of Ainz Wugong.
"Feishura-San, long time no see." Chen Ze looked at Ainz Wugong in surprise. It seemed that he was not in a good mood.
"Manager, give me a bowl of chestnut rice and miso soup." Feishura-San did look a little … depressed.
Who knew how Chen Ze could see such emotions on Feishura-San's skeletal face, but Chen Ze could vaguely feel that it was the case.
Chen Ze nodded. He did not ask Feishura-San what had happened. It would be impolite. "Okay. Kabayaki eel. Do you want one?"
Feishu nodded.
Other than his good friends, he wouldn't tell anyone else about his unhappiness. Besides, Chen Ze and Flying Squirrel were, at most, a customer and a chef.
Chen Ze walked into the kitchen and wiped his knife. It was rare to have another guest today. He wondered if there would be other guests coming in later.
Chestnut rice was a dish that Chen Ze was very familiar with. However, Chen Ze considered whether or not he should give Flying Squirrel a bowl of Chestnut Rice from the Ice Sea, but after some thought, he gave up on the idea.
What the Flying Squirrel needed was the taste of memories, not a new taste. At the very least, that was what Chen Ze felt.
Chen Ze started to steam the chestnuts and then started to prepare the miso soup. The Kabayaki Eel needed to be handled patiently.
Smelling the fragrance in the air, Flying Squirrel felt a little better, but only a little.
"Why? Why didn't I think of the reason why Xatia betrayed me? Why didn't I guard against the world-class item? "Flying Squirrel was very unhappy. A light flashed on his body, and his emotions were suppressed again.
This allowed Flying Squirrel to regain his calm. Compared to when he first learned about the world-class item, he no longer needed to suppress his emotions several times.
Flying Squirrel knocked on the table. Next, he had to think about how to deal with Xatia's matter. This was a treasure that his companion had left for him. Flying Squirrel couldn't just ignore it.
Chen Ze adjusted the fire to a low flame. The miso soup was cooked slowly. Next, he had to prepare the Kabayaki Eel.
The Kabayaki Eel didn't pose much of a challenge to Chen Ze. After all, the Kabayaki Eel was based on this foundation. However, Chen Ze still put in a lot of effort.
Lavra held her chin and yawned, even though she didn't need to sleep.
"How much longer?" Lavra was a little bored. She regretted agreeing to help Stan take over the Covenant of Darkness's job. It was so boring.
"Lord Blood Ancestor, this is an invitation from the Cardinal of the Positive Plane's church in the Negative Plane." A Lich flew in. He looked at Lavra respectfully, but there was an inexplicable light in his eyes.
"It's you, Mad Lich Lavra. What's this invitation for?" Lavra rubbed the ring on her finger. The red gemstone was very much in line with Lavra's taste.
"Lord Blood Ancestor, His Holiness the Pope of the Positive Plane has invited you to participate in an exhibition."
"Ha, exhibition?" Lavra picked up the envelope in disdain. She opened it and took out the invitation.
The so-called exhibition, in Lavra's understanding, meant that the Pope had made a new breakthrough and wanted to show off. Then, he would threaten the Negative Plane.
It was like this every time. The last exhibition was 600 years ago. At that time, the Pope had accidentally obtained the inheritance of the ancient gnomes. There were a few steel airships equipped with the Armstrong Cyclotron Armstrong Cannon.
Who knew what good stuff this old man had gotten this time.
[Respected President of the Dark Council: You are invited to participate in the exhibition jointly organized by the Church of Light and the Mage Association.]
The content was very simple. There was nothing noteworthy. However, Lavra frowned.
The handwriting did not look like the handwriting of the Church of Light. It was very neat, but it lacked spiritual energy.
Words could not be given out casually. Not only did the Dark Council have an evil spell called Feather Curse, but even the Church of Light had Stigmata Judgment.
Of course, it was the so-called "righteous" magic. Lavra sneered at it. In the Dark Council, Stigmata Judgment was evil magic, and vice versa.
"Tell the Cardinal that I'll be there." Lavra picked up the invitation. Black flames ignited in her hand. She burned the invitation into ashes and threw it into the void.
Roland nodded respectfully and then left.
"Sure enough … The power of the fire magic has increased? The improvement is not bad. "Lavra swung her short legs and looked at the ring in her hand with a smile.
Then, Lavra stood up and stretched. It seemed that she would not be able to accompany her cute boyfriend tomorrow.
Then, she might as well go to him directly later. Lavra was deep in thought. Then, she suddenly blushed and stomped her feet hard.
"B … Bastard … I definitely … definitely can't leave him …" Lavra held her face. Her body temperature was rising. Her cheeks were burning.
"Tomorrow, I'll take a good look and see what's so good for him!"
Lavra wanted to see what the old Pope was going to show off his muscles.
If it were not for his muscles, Lavra would not mind turning those things into unrecyclable garbage on the spot.
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