9th Circle Lord - 169 #169화 Reunion2

First, we headed to the livestock farm in the backyard.

There were ducks, chickens, rabbits, and so on, but Luther chose rabbits.

The large red eyes of a bunch of white fur were cute, but they twisted their necks regardless.

I skinned and gutted.

The owner of the inn, who was watching, tilted his head.

I thought he was going to do something, but there was nothing unusual.

‘You’re a good groomer.’

The process of catching, skinning, and cooking rabbits is very smooth.

It doesn’t seem to be a myth to be a cook.

After cooking, Luther put rabbit meat on the tray.

The innkeeper’s eyes narrowed.

There was nothing much to cook.

He grilled rabbit meat like he did a while ago.

He doubted Luther’s qualities.

Rabbit meat is not tasty because it is dry unless it is seasoned well and oil is soaked.

But Luther grilled meat and drained the oil.

It couldn’t have been delicious.

Doubts soon led to questioning.

“Is this really all done?”

The innkeeper’s voice became sweet.

There is also a warning that he will not stand still if he does not like it.

Luther shrugged at his doubts.

“Just try it and judge.”

“If you don’t like it, you’ll have to count the price of the rabbit you cooked.”

The owner of the hotel who threatened him took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

The mumbling innkeeper’s eyes widened.

“Huh? Is this rabbit meat?”

It is softer than beef and more savory than pork.

“How delicious! This is awesome!”

Luther asked the admiring chef insinuatingly chef.

“What do you say? Isn’t this enough proof?”

“My name is German. I look forward to your kind cooperation.”

Germany comforted Luther with an uncharacteristically warm smile.

Luther’s new job was as a cook.

There is a good cook, and it is a waste of time not to let him know.

German went all over the city, bragging that a chef who would accompany him appeared at his inn.

People were curious, and anyone who knew Germanic was laughed at.

He even sarcastically said that he had lost his mind because the inn he ran was ruined.

However, those who visited the inn were amazed at Germanic’s groundless confidence.

It wasn’t fancy on the outside, but it tasted rich.

I liked the poor appearance.

Luther’s cooking was different.

The bread was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the soup I ordered was full of flavors.

Not to mention the meat dish.

Germanic’s groundless confidence was eaten and word of mouth soon spread widely.

A week later, the German inn was transformed into a fancy restaurant.

As the number of visitors increased, it was hard to even enter even if there was money.

German was happy every day.

A ghost inn outside the city that no one is looking for has turned into a luxury restaurant that only VIPs visit.

Money has snowballed and restaurants are a success.

In his eyes, Luther was a goose that laid golden eggs.

As it was a lucky ball that rolled in, German was infinitely happy for Luther.

The number of employees has increased in restaurants that have been expanded.

German had two children, Melissa the eldest daughter and Colin the younger son.

He frequently put Melissa in the kitchen of the restaurant.

The reason was simple.

Sub-cooks, who glanced at the popularity of the entrance to the restaurant after fixing the ingredients, often approached Luther with steps.

“Chef, I’m back again.”

It was obvious who he was referring to when he said he came again.

Luther, who was cutting potatoes, turned his head.

Melissa, dressed in a red dress, was proudly coming to the kitchen.

My chest bone was dug out and my makeup was thick.

Deputy chefs giggled, glancing at Melissa’s chest.

“The chef must be tired, too.”

“So. They’re coming in a day away.”

“Well, it’s nice to have a feast for the eyes.”

Luther shrugged his shoulders at their rags.

“That’s fine because you like it.”

“Eek! Here it comes.”

The auxiliary chefs who saw her approaching Bo-moo hurriedly stepped down.

Melissa didn’t like having someone next to Luther.

Melissa, who came into the kitchen without hesitation, smiled brightly.

“Hello, Luther.”

His voice is seductive.

Luther nodded.

“Here you go again, Miss Melissa.”

“Did you happen to see the weather outside? It’s so sunny, why don’t you take a walk?”

“As you can see, there’s a lot of work.”

“Don’t do that. Take a look around for a moment.”

Melissa crossed her arms next to Luther and was close to her chest.

The secretive chefs swallowed their saliva.Luther gently expressed his refusal.

“I’m sorry, I’m too busy to move.”

Melissa showed tears when the pampering did not work.

“Isn’t this about time you know how I feel?”

“I know. And I’ve told you before.It’s a no-no.

“That’s too much.”

Melissa walked out of the kitchen in tears.

The assistant chef wasn’t the only one who watched the whole process.

“Hmmm!”

German, who appeared coughing for nothing, sneaked up to Luther.

He asked implicitly.

“Don’t you like my daughter?”

Luther knew that German was deeply involved in this.

He flatly refused.

“I like it, I don’t like it, I’m leaving soon.”

“Leaving. Where?”

“Anywhere is fine.”

“What do we do here.

Luther grinned at Germanic’s tears.

“The rest of the chefs will do well.”

Not as much as you are, but you will soon do well so that you won’t collapse much even if you’re not confident.

German begged Luther with a feeling of holding his pants.

“Please stay. I’ll give my daughter all the restaurants.”

“I can’t help it because I have a wall of nature.”

“Whew.”

German, who sighed deeply, said with a weak face.

“I’ll give you plenty of time, so think about it again.”

“I’ve already made up my mind.”

“Hey, man! It’s not that easy to break up. Think about the people you’ve been living with and thinking about.”

German left the kitchen as if he didn’t want to hear more.

The assistants came stampeding up.

Their expressions were full of regret.

“Sir, are you leaving?”

Luther grinned at the disappointment of chefs such as deer eyes.

“If we meet, we break up. Don’t be disappointed.”

Even his words did not ease the chefs’ expressions.

Luther was kind to all the chefs.

He taught me how to cook without hesitation, and he pointed out mistakes, but also encouraged me.

It’s full of regrets that I’m going to leave.

However, he seems to have already made up his mind, which is inevitable.

“Have a farewell party.”

“Don’t do that because it’s just a shame.”

“When are you leaving?”

“I usually like to leave alone.”

“It sounds like you’re going without saying a word.”

In their disappointment, Luther looked around the restaurant with a carefree heart.

“It’s been quite fun.”

My life as a cook is pretty good, too.

Luther consoled the disappointed chefs, thinking about finding the next job.

When the night is ripe, the restaurant is full of customers.

Luther greeted the intimate energy of cooking.

His expression was strange.

“That’s him.”

As soon as the murmur was over, German came into the kitchen.

“Here comes a precious man.”

“Who is it?”

“You’re Albertz, Oreol’s treasurer. You have to treat me very well.”

A financial officer is a scary being, as ever.

Small merchants are especially afraid because they are the ones who collect taxes.

It is a flash of tension when he visits.

Luther looked at the door with interest at the word Albertz.

Albertz, who just opened the door and appeared, and a middle-aged wife with arms crossed appeared.

German approaches the appearance of a middle-aged man with long sideburns.

“Oh, dear. We have precious people here. It’s an honor. Thank you for your beautiful wife’s presence.”

“Don’t let me be disappointed that you have an excellent cook.”

“There’s no way.”

Luther, who was alternating between German’s polite attitude and Albertz’s wife and his wife, grabbed a busy cook and asked.

“Do you know Mr. and Mrs. Albertz?”

“The most famous couple in the city. It’s been rumored to be good.”

“Really? What kind of person is he?”

“He’s famous for being tough.”

‘Is there any bad reputation?’ ‘Well, I don’t know, but I’ve never heard any bad rumors.’

“I got it.”

Luther looked at the Albertans and their wives.

When they appeared, everyone in the restaurant pretended to know.

He was quite famous in the city.

Luther smirked without realizing it.

‘You’re getting used to it.’

The identities of the Albertans and their wives, who people are watching, were the devil’s renegades, Sanax and Naksanor Mamul Siena.

He changed his appearance and status, but he could not avoid Luther’s eyes.

‘You must have a really good gold chain. You still look the same over time.’

Sanax pulls out the chair, and Sienna looks at Sanax with affection.

Luther had a strange feeling about the happy appearance of the two.

‘They don’t change after a long time. Perhaps it would have been right not to remove them.’In the meantime, the cooking was done.

While the course meal continued, Sanax and Siena talked affectionately.

German came into the kitchen and asked Luther.

“Mr. and Mrs. Albertz liked the dish. I want to meet a cook.More.”

“I will.”

Luther readily agreed.

When he headed to the table with Germanic, Sanax pretended to know.

“Are you the head chef of the German restaurant? You’ve tasted an excellent dish. It was great.”

Sanax praised Luther for his cooking skills.

“Is there any secret?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Huh, I forgot it’s rude to ask the cook how to cook.”

The two did not recognize Luther.

There were changes in the appearance of the time, and there was also a lack of ability to find the identity of Luther who hid himself.

Luther soon corrected his thoughts by alternating the delighted expressions of Sanáx and Sienna.

Sometimes it’s better not to know.’

No matter how they felt about themselves, they didn’t want to pretend to know and remind them of the past.

Luther answered in moderation.

“There’s nothing I’m more proud of than recognizing the sincerity of a chef. Thank you.”

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Luther.”

“Luther?”

The expression of Sanax, who asked back, was strange.

But he was also for a while.

Sanax lifted the glass of wine.

“I’d like to make a toast to Luther, the cook who gave me a taste of the best dish.”

“All right.”

German also raised a glass of wine.

Luther suggested.

“Can I make a toast?”

“As much as you want.”

“I read this phrase in a book I read a long time ago. Everyone has a secret. I hope we all keep our secrets quiet.”

After watching Luther for a while, Sanax and Siena soon smiled bitterly.

“Yes, everyone has secrets.”

“I asked you how to cook for no reason, and you were scolded.”

They broke up again in a warm atmosphere.

Luther nodded at the sight of Sarnax and Siena leaving.

‘There’s nothing good about being caught.’

It is good for them not to see each other again.

‘I have to leave now.’

I enjoyed cooking, but I want to experience more.

Luther left as he did when he came to Germany’s shabby inn.

Leaving the letter, Luther left the city and headed as far away as he used to, like an aimless traveler.

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