Chapter 208

Da-da-da-dum! Da-da-da-dum! Da! Da!!

Ta-ta-ta-tum! Ra-ta-ta-tum! Bam! Bam!!

Boom-boom ta-ta-tum bam-ba ta-ra-tum ta-ta-ta-ram-tum da-da-da-da-dum!

The lively sound of the piano echoed throughout the restaurant hall.

A dapper chef, immaculately dressed in a white shirt and vest, rolled up his sleeves and started cooking to the rhythm of the music.

Shrrrring. Shrrrring.

Honing his knife,

Thump, thump.

Tapping the cutting board,

Swish, swish.

Blending spices and simmering the sauce,

Sizzle!

He returned the meat, which had been resting momentarily in melted butter, to the pan and added more butter to heighten its flavor.

His motions were fluid and effortless, even while dressed in a suit.

As he cooked, the enticing scent gradually wafted from the kitchen to the dining area.

"Hmmm......."

The chef who was also the restaurant owner grinned contentedly as he arranged the finished dish on a plate.

Then he added garnish and drizzled his special sauce over it.

The final presentation resembled a stunning masterpiece.

It was truly magnificent.

"Sorry for the wait," said the chef who crafted the impeccable steak.

He set the plate on the table with refined, adept movements that matched his polished appearance.

The guests would naturally feel gratified by the service.

However, this guest who knew the identity of the chef and the dish couldn't feel much excitement.

"Are you not going to have some?"

The chef, seated across from the guest, asked as he tasted his cooking. Despite his lean and toned physique, he seemed to genuinely enjoy the food.

"I have no taste for human flesh... You go ahead and enjoy it."

Upon hearing the guest's response, the chef sliced a small piece of the carefully cooked thigh meat, skewered it with a fork, and savored it.

"Uhm... I always enjoy my food. Food is a great blessing."

Swallow. Swallow. Gulp.

The chef sliced another piece and took a bite, his face radiating immense satisfaction and pleasure.

It was incredible how such a stern face could wear such a smile just for food.

The chef explained the reason himself.

"Especially since I've experienced hunger, I know how much of a blessing food is and how great a privilege it is to have a delicious meal. Heaven is not far away. This is heaven... Are you sure you're not going to taste it?"

"I'll just take your kind gesture."

"Hmm, I suppose that can't be helped."

After finishing his portion, the chef took the plate that was placed in front of the guest and began eating it himself.

"Waste is a sin. Well, it's not a big problem since Puppet will use it in other ways."

The guest... No, Puppet remained silent.

Observing Puppet, the chef, or rather, Human-meat Chef, asked:

"So, what brings you here? It's been more than 10 years since we last met in person."

"15 years. I came because I have a favor to ask."

"A favor?"

"Yes, your disciples were sent to Landa, right?"

Clatter. Clatter.

Human-meat Chef continued to cut the meat without missing a beat and brought it to his mouth. Chewing and swallowing the food.

"Well, I don't recall that... However, it's possible that some overly devoted kids acted on their own accord."

"I see. Then you should have no problem fulfilling my request to stop opposing the Crime Firm."

"Hahaha. That might be difficult."

Chef replied while drinking aged bloody wine that was mixed with blood. He smiled faintly.

"Although they are fools who act impulsively, their actions are rooted in loyalty. As their master, shouldn't I avenge my disciples?"

"It doesn't seem like you care about that duty."

"Yes, Professor. Have there been any problems in the meantime?"

"What do you think?"

Kevin asked, and Oliver observed him.

He was struggling with a considerable number of documents.

"You appear to be quite busy."

"Exactly. If you came to assist, please do so."

"Yes."

Oliver immediately took off his coat and approached.

Hundreds of documents, all with the same format.

“All of these are application forms for classes that will be held this semester. Can you see the class application section here?”

"Yes, Professor."

"Divide them equally by subject and arrange the names alphabetically. Then check the students' personal information and record it according to what's written in this memo. Can you do it?"

Kevin gave a short and clear command, and Oliver gladly accepted the task.

No matter what the process was, Oliver wanted to do some work as a Magic Tower employee.

It seemed a bit strange to use the facilities and receive a salary without doing any work. Of course, it was not something Oliver, who had been absent for several days, should say.

"If you make even a slight mistake..."

"Yes, Professor? Is there a problem?"

Kevin started to warn Oliver about the importance of doing the job properly but quickly stopped as he saw Oliver working.

This was because Oliver was sorting the documents as efficiently and skillfully as someone who had worked in an office for several years.

“Have you worked in this field before?”

"Only for a few days."

"A few days?"

Kevin asked, and Oliver nodded.

After completing Jonathan's request for the recovery of auction items and the capture of the Human-meat Chef's subordinates, Oliver immediately began his next job.

That job was to go to District X with Forrest and inform the Fighter Crew members of the current negotiations with the Crime Firm.

It wasn't a significant issue since Gordon Goodheart, the director of the Crime Firm, persuaded the other directors to provide conditions satisfactory to the Fighter Crew members.

The problem was only Forrest, who had to manage this in the future, and Oliver, who had to improve their skills to meet the Crime Firm's requirements.

It was not an easy task.

So, Oliver and Forrest went to District X almost daily for a few days to train the Fighter Crew members.

Just like when he first taught Joe, they couldn't even extract emotions properly, and a large number of people made it even more difficult.

In addition, Oliver had to help Forrest with his paperwork.

Thanks to that, Oliver was incredibly busy, but he was able to quickly understand the context, importance, and tips of the task.

"I've finished the first classification,"

Oliver said after neatly dividing the cluttered documents into three groups.

"I have divided the 13th-grade class [Introduction to Fire Magic and Basics], the 14th-grade class [Basic Application of Code Language], and the 15th-grade class [Magic Combat Basics]. I will organize the detailed information and submit it before lunchtime."

Considering it was now 10:20 am, it was quite a tight schedule.

However, it was nothing for Oliver, who organized the documents of around three hundred Fighter Crew members with Forrest and Al.

Kevin looked at Oliver once and said, "Just give it to me by 3 pm today. It's better than making mistakes in a hurry."

Oliver had no intention of making a mistake, but he replied without adding any remarks.

Having worked on paperwork with Forrest and Al, he learned that it was better to follow orders and respond accordingly rather than give unnecessary opinions.

"Then, may I take the materials to the staff room and check them?"

"Yeah. Just don't lose them."

"Yes, I understand... May I ask one question?"

After the immediate task was finished, Oliver cautiously asked.

Kevin looked slightly annoyed but still asked.

"What is it?"

"You said you didn't originally plan to teach classes, but can I ask why you suddenly decided to teach so many?"

"Well... I'd like to know too. Why did the Ice Princess say she would take my class?"

"Ice Princess?"

"Yes, the young lady who came to ask for the class schedule on your first day at work. She said she wanted to take my class."

(To be Continued)

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