lovenovelstory Chapter 33 is not an acquaintance.
Chapter 33 is not an acquaintance.
Ronan, frail as ever, got up very early.
He and Onali spent half the night dealing with forum-related matters.
The facial recognition videos on their own website were of very varying quality, and ultimately they failed to find several individuals with genuine murderous intent.
However, the base number is large enough, with seven or eight.
Ronan believed that this data would definitely alert the Bureau of Intent to something amiss.
Those who have successfully committed the crime will definitely leave traces on the forum to let the Bureau of Strange Phenomena know that they have indeed completed it—for example, leaving a message below saying, "It is indeed true, I have tested it."
While there's a high probability that many of these are imposters, once someone produces definitive evidence, such as who was killed, and it's later discovered that the deceased was indeed that person, then we're in the situation Ronan most desires: the investigation phase.
During the investigation phase, he felt he could make this ghost story a success and ultimately achieve a relatively perfect ending.
The only things the traveler can do about his current location and the name of the person who started this strange tale are the camera and the murder case, which he can then attribute to the O'Neill Photo Studio.
Finally, by solving a minor case, the player can also obtain some resources.
And Ronan can continue to stir up his ghost stories here, isn't that killing two birds with one stone?
Ronan leisurely picked up a cup of coffee and slowly savored it.
Oona Li remained very diligent; the restaurant next door was already ringing with clinking bells, but she was still working on the Four Heavenly Kings and Eight Beauties.
Tonight, Ronan is attending a party at his uncle Vincent's firm. Tonight, when it's almost time to leave work, have O'Neill cook a few extra portions to take over and have some locals try them.
Ronan was confident that his uncle and Freya would be happy to try it, and that they could just grab some men at random.
The most important thing today is to prepare for the official food exploration team sent by Heluodu. They will film a vlog here and upload it to the Heluodu official website to promote the food.
Latilia also clocked in for work on time.
She was a little curious, and hearing a tinkling sound from next door, she said to Ronan with some uncertainty in her voice:
"Mr. Ronan, could it be that O'Nalie, that curly-faced dog, is cooking in there? Does this tomato, pepper, and egg noodle soup really need to be made like this? It seems I am indeed inferior to O'Nalie. Despite her short stature, she has such a strong will to cook this kind of food."
It was still the same "although but" style of speech that Ronan was familiar with.
Ronan shook his head and said to the first guest he had recruited, a five-star chef:
"No, that's not right. We've already developed a new dish called 'Four Beauties and Eight Vajras.' She's already mastered a bit of it and is practicing diligently."
After saying that, Latilia was completely stunned, in a state of "Who am I? Where am I?"
How come there's suddenly a dish called "Four Beauties and Eight Vajras"?
She had a bad feeling, a sense of being suppressed.
She said, "Mr. Ronan, these four beauties and eight warriors aren't going to be twelve dishes, are they?"
Ronan chuckled:
"Otherwise what? The Four Beauties are four main dishes, the Eight Vajras are eight main dishes, making a total of twelve dishes. What is our restaurant's specialty?"
Ronan began to instill corporate culture in Latilia.
Latilia sensed the boss's determination in his question, and after a moment's thought, she said:
"It's to serve travelers."
Ronan responded directly:
"That's right."
And went on to say:
"So what do travelers come to our store for now?"
Latilia didn't know what to say, so she could only reply with "Convenient".
Because their store is indeed not cheap.
When Oona saw the bill for forty dollars for tomato and egg noodles, she couldn't help but curse the owner in her heart as a swindler.
As an employee, all she could say was that she did a good job and that her boss was great.
Only when the boss earns more money can he pay her more wages.
She works here, earns a much higher salary than elsewhere, and has a stable opportunity to connect with travelers without losing her star rating. Isn't this the perfect place?
O'Neill said:
"Because it's convenient. Our restaurant serves food extremely quickly, so quickly that travelers can't even keep up, and the food tastes very good too."
Ronan nodded:
"That's right. Do you know what our Four Beauties and Eight Vajras are all about?"
Latilia said hesitantly:
"It's not going to be fast, is it?"
Ronan nodded, then instructed Latilia to learn from Oonali the method he had previously taught her—the executive chef approach—to break down the Four Beauties and Eight Warriors, allowing her to present a faster method.
Latilia could only sadly go back to studying.
After Latilia went inside, Ronan naturally created a clone to cook, and Oona also created a clone to cook, while he himself took charge of the cooking as the head chef.
Unexpectedly, a moment later, a familiar figure walked in; it was Miss Cecilia from the bathhouse.
Cecilia wasn't wearing a dress today, but a knitted cardigan.
However, Ronan felt something was off about the way she walked.
Compared to her previous smooth and elegant movements, she seemed to have put down her burdens today, giving off a more ordinary vibe.
He remembered that Miss Cecilia used to walk rather awkwardly, but now she walked straight, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Ronan had a bad feeling.
If they hit the woman in the waist when they attacked the man in black last night, injuring her and preventing her from walking so gracefully, that would be understandable.
But if it were Miss Cecilia who lowered her guard here, Ronan could only think it was quite reasonable.
After Miss Cecilia entered, Ronan said elegantly:
"She seems much more peaceful today. Compared to her elegant and intellectual demeanor before, is today just her everyday self, Miss Cecilia?"
Upon hearing this, Cecilia also said:
"Of course. After all, it was my first time meeting a stranger, and I didn't know what kind of boss Mr. Ronan was. But seeing how Mr. Ronan made his clumsy employees cook so much food without wasting a single dish, and even taught them step by step, I knew that Mr. Ronan must be a kind person."
Ronan appeared outwardly calm, even sporting a faint smile, but inwardly he was cursing.
What a ridiculous plot, starting with "friendly" again.
What kind of trench expansion?
In this second-generation world, compliments always begin with "gentle"—"How kind you are!" "Traveler, you are so kind!" "Traveler, you are so kind!"... Ronan could only accept this kind of nonsensical talk.
He hadn't realized that his uncle Vincent wasn't an isolated case; it seemed that the Assassin culture had permeated the entire Hell.
It's a social situation that's both wonderfully bad and, in some ways, excellent.