Tssss! Tssss!
Electric buzzes sounded ceaselessly, the streetlights blinking back and forth.
Kieran turned a blind eye and tossed the newspaper on the bar counter. He turned around and walked into the bar counter, blocking Starbeck's way as he was busy with his work.
A few seconds later, a figure appeared in Kieran's sight.
The figure was wearing a white sleeping dress with red flowers on it. His hair was messy and his face was a little pale. His brown eyes glanced at Kieran before he walked into the restaurant.
The figure chose a chair in front of the counter.
"What do you need?"
After the figure sat down, Kieran asked.
"Chicken soup."
The figure's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"Roye, a bowl of chicken soup."
Kieran said without turning around.
"Okay, brother."
Starbeck nodded and took out a bowl from the disinfecting cabinet, scooping some soup from the big pot beside.
When the lid was removed, the rich aroma of the chicken soup spread out.
Starbeck's culinary skills were undeniable.
Even though his skills were sealed, his culinary skills still left others in the dust.
Even the simplest ingredients could make one salivate faster.
Perhaps there was still some distance before he could truly turn something rotten into something magical, but it wouldn't be a problem for him to reach an outstanding level.
However, the customer who just entered the restaurant was unmoved. He just stared back at Kieran.
When Starbeck walked in with the bowl of chicken soup and saw the customer, his face changed for the worse. His hand that was holding the bowl dropped to the ground, but just as the bowl was about to fall, Kieran reached out and caught it.
"Go back to your work."
Kieran said calmly, turning around and placing the bowl in front of the customer.
"Your chicken soup."
Kieran's tone got colder.
The customer didn't say anything else, he picked up the bowl and drank mouthful after mouthful.
It was slow and his movements were a little stiff.
The bowl of soup wasn't very big, and Zhang Xuan drank for a full two minutes before putting the empty bowl down.
"Thank you."
The customer thanked Kieran with a hoarse voice, taking out a stack of notes and placing them beside the bowl before walking out.
Tssss! Whoosh!
The street lamp crackled with electricity again.
However, unlike before, after a few consecutive rings, the street lights were restored, and the path in front of the restaurant became bright.
"She, she's a dead?"
Starbeck finally asked with lingering fear in his heart.
Although he was still timid, Starbeck's knowledge was getting richer.
Especially after he made up his mind to follow Kieran, Starbeck unconsciously learned about the big city and dungeon world.
It was easy to identify a dead person.
"Yes."
Kieran nodded. He looked at the bowl of soup that the man had touched and the stack of notes. A look of interest appeared in his eyes.
"But shouldn't the dead hate the living?"
Starbeck asked in confusion.
"There are exceptions."
"Or rather, this place is different."
"The only one?"
"Interesting."
Kieran chuckled, put down the electric baton, and passed the newspaper to Starbeck.
It was today's newspaper.
The first page had the picture of the serial killer, John Dickson, who killed his wife. Beside the picture was a woman's picture.
Even though the picture was blurry, Starbeck knew the woman was the customer just now.
"S-She is John Dickson's wife?
"Why is she here?"
Starbeck cried out in shock.
"She must be here to thank us."
Kieran then passed the checked notes to Starbeck.
It was a total of 10,000 dollars.
Starbeck was a little stunned when he received the money.
It wasn't the amount of money, money was just a number to Starbeck. Even though the situation had improved after entering the dungeon world, Starbeck wasn't surprised by the amount of money. What surprised him was the dead in this dungeon world didn't just not attack the living out of instinct, they would actually give gifts as thanks.
It was really …
Inconceivable!
After a while, Starbeck finally gave his comment on Kieran.
Starbeck took the money and carefully placed it into the almost empty money box beside him.
Their initial funds came from John Dickson, and after spending in the afternoon, they were almost out. Even though Starbeck had no concept of money, he knew it was what he and Kieran needed for the upcoming period of time.
Not everyone would give as much as that special customer as John Dickson did.
Besides, Kieran didn't really know how to manage the restaurant.
Therefore, the money became very important.
"Hope it's enough!"
Starbeck thought in his heart.
A fresh sense of danger rose in his heart.
Unlike the fear he felt in the past, this was the first time Starbeck was worried about money since he was born.
It was fresh.
It was urgent.
Carrying the fresh sense of urgency, Starbeck turned around and went into the kitchen.
He wanted to use the available ingredients to cook more fragrant dishes to attract more customers — although Kieran didn't really care about the restaurant, it was the only way Starbeck could think of to earn money at the moment.
The bustling noises from the kitchen interrupted Kieran's thoughts.
He looked down at the electric baton.
The dead were weak against electric shock and fire, so when Kieran cleaned the hotel, he purposely kept John Dickson's electric baton.
At his current stage, the electric baton would be his weapon against the dead.
However, judging from the special customer just now, the electric baton wasn't enough.
It might be enough to deal with common wandering souls or that special customer.
But who could guarantee that there wasn't a stronger existence?
Once a stronger and self-conscious dead appeared, a single electric baton wouldn't be enough.
It would at least need a flamethrower.
But it was impossible for him to get his hands on a flamethrower.
Whether it was his current identity or his connections, it was impossible.
Since the scientific side was out of the question, all that was left was the mystical side.
Coincidentally, he had a skill to deal with the current situation.
"A fragmented ruby and a certain amount of volcanic ash?"
Kieran muttered to himself.
Then, he shook his head.
Given his Mystical Knowledge, even though [Burning Hand] was sealed, it wasn't hard for him to execute a mystical attack that he was familiar with.
However, a cracked ruby wasn't that easy to get.
Even if it was in this dungeon world.
But he didn't have the money.
Of course, it didn't mean that Kieran had given up.
In Kieran's dictionary, the word "give up" didn't exist.
He thought of a way that might be able to replace it.
Of course, it was something for the future.
Now?
Another customer arrived.
They were two girls. One of them had a helpless look on her face while the other was drunk.
"Alcohol!
Give me alcohol! "
The drunk girl yelled loudly when she entered the restaurant.
"There is no alcohol here.
If you need alcohol, go somewhere else. "
Kieran said coldly.
The coldness was built on the other girl's apologetic gaze. If she wasn't, he would have chased her away.
"N-No alcohol, then … What do you have?
If you have anything, bring it to me.
It's not like I don't have money! "
The drunken woman was tongue-tied and stammered.
That was why Kieran hated dealing with drunkards.
Under the influence of alcohol, not only would they behave rudely, but they would also get tangled up in a mess.
Fortunately, there was a sober girl beside her.
"We want a bowl of chicken soup."
The sober girl quickly said when Kieran frowned.
"Okay."
Kieran turned around to get the soup.
"H-How much is chicken soup?"
The drunken girl opened her mouth again.
"10 dollars."
Kieran stated the price.
Perhaps compared to the prices in this dungeon world, the price was a little expensive for a commoner, but for Kieran, it was chicken soup brewed by Starbeck, he didn't think it was expensive.
If it wasn't for Starbeck's suggestion, Kieran would have increased the price by 10 times.
Bang!
The drunk girl slammed the table and stood up. She staggered and if it wasn't for the other girl beside her, she would have fallen to the floor.
However, the drunk girl didn't appreciate it. She tried to push the other girl away, but when she failed, she yelled at Kieran, "Is my beauty worthless?"
The drunk girl then crawled on the bar counter and moved her face closer.
Long eyelashes, a drunken blur in her eyes, a flushed face, and the liveliness of youth, she was undoubtedly a beauty.
However, when the smell of alcohol assaulted his face, no matter how beautiful she was, in Kieran's eyes, she wasn't as pretty as Bloody Mary.
Especially when the man slammed his desk.
So, after some thought, Kieran decided.
“100。”
Kieran stated the price that he set in the beginning.
"Good for you!
A commoner can drink 10 dollars, a beauty like me of course needs 100 dollars! "
The drunk girl sat back down in satisfaction.
Don't reason with a drunk person.
Kieran's thoughts were not in the same dimension.
He placed the bowl of chicken soup in front of the drunk girl. Kieran calmly told himself, 'You are a restaurant owner now, you have to learn how to make money with harmony.'
After avoiding the alcohol smell, Kieran turned around and took a deep breath, picking up the newspaper again and sitting behind the bar counter.
However, the drunk girl didn't want to lose someone to talk to.
"Boss, what do you think love is?"
"200 on the floor."
Kieran didn't even look up.
"What 200 on the floor?
Am I someone who will vomit on the floor? "
The drunk girl started to yell.
"300 on the floor."
Kieran said slowly.
The sober girl bowed at Kieran repeatedly, hoping that Kieran could forgive her. She then turned around and tried to persuade the drunk girl.
However, her persuasion was counterproductive.
"Don't mind me!
"I know you're in cahoots with them!"
"Are you here to laugh at me now?"
Get out! Get out! "
The drunken girl shoved the other girl.
Caught off guard, the other girl was pushed to the floor.
Not just the other girl, but the bowl of chicken soup was spilled as well.
At that moment, Kieran, who had been sitting behind the bar counter, reached out and picked up the bowl of chicken soup. He looked at the drunk girl with an unhappy gaze.
"Do you also think that I'm wrong?"
What's wrong with me?
I just want to be in a relationship with someone who treats me well, what's wrong with that?
"But why is he always half-hearted?"
Why are you looking for those little fairies? "
The drunk girl shivered when she saw Kieran's displeased gaze. She instantly sobered up, but the remaining alcohol made her feel like a coward, so she braced herself and yelled at Kieran. "Hey, Kieran! What are you doing?
Although she was shouting, her voice got softer and softer.
Other than Kieran, who could hear her clearly, the other girl couldn't.
"Nothing."
"You're absolutely right."
Men don't have love, they will love whoever is good-looking. "
"Women don't have love, they will follow whoever is good to them."
"That's why love is praised by people."
"Because it's always beautiful."
"It's not just good-looking, it's also good to you."
"But is it real?"
Kieran asked.
"Love isn't real?"
"What is real?"
The girl asked blankly.
"It's real."
Kieran placed the bowl of chicken soup in front of the girl and continued, "Love can be taken slowly, you will eventually find the right one, but you must drink the soup while it's hot."
Looking at the bowl of chicken soup that Kieran placed in front of her, the girl's already numbed brain got even more blurry.
Her instinct told her that something was wrong, but at the same time, she felt that what Kieran said made sense.
She wanted to argue, but she couldn't find a reason to.
In the end, she emptied the bowl of chicken soup.
She took out a 100 dollar note from her bag and placed it beside the bowl.
"Money for the soup."
The drunk girl then wobbled out of the room.
The girl who had fallen down bowed to Kieran again and hurriedly chased after Kieran.
Kieran kept the bowl, took the money and gave it to Starbeck.
Starbeck took the money and looked at Kieran with an unusual gaze.
"What's wrong?"
Kieran asked.
"I think what you said just now makes sense, big bro."
Starbeck said seriously.
"Is that so?
That's because someone else wrote it, it makes sense. "
Kieran passed the newspaper to Starbeck. In the column about love, it clearly stated what Kieran said just now.
Starbeck couldn't help but laugh when he saw the words.
"You think it's funny too, right?
You can't even figure it out yourself and yet you want to teach others.
If you really did, why would you be whining about nothing? "
Kieran said.
Starbeck didn't answer, all he did was look at Kieran with a smile. He felt like Kieran was getting more and more real.
It was much more real than the blazing flame and overflowing killer aura in his memory.
"Great."
Starbeck put down the newspaper and picked up the bowl of soup with a smile, walking to the kitchen with light steps.
Kieran looked at Starbeck in confusion and couldn't help but shake his head.
He didn't ask.
A lot of things couldn't be reasoned with.
If everything had to be reasoned with …
Then there would be no reasoning in this world.
It was all …
Pestering endlessly.
Completely unreasonable.
Kieran picked up a magazine that he bought along with the newspaper in the afternoon and sat behind the bar counter, reading it quietly.
Water was flowing in the kitchen.
The flipping of the pages behind the bar counter.
The sky slowly brightened.
The sun rose.
It was another beautiful day.
Then …
"Aaah!"
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