Proving the Dao of Hunyuan from the Age of Witches

Chapter 140 Restaurant Turmoil

Theodore Morgan's conversation with He Jin, the head of Qinglan City, and several vice presidents of the Witch Council branch continued.

His original intention was to gain a deeper understanding of the actual situation in Qinglan City and the local Witch Council branch. The records were often biased, and only by speaking to the people in charge could one get a more accurate picture.

However, the conversation gradually veered off course from its original purpose.

When the conversation inadvertently veered towards certain areas of 'entertainment,' he slowly raised his eyelids.

Yes, Theodore Morgan certainly took an interest in women.

In particular, when one of the vice presidents of the Witch Council branch hinted that he could be given "special treatment," a knowing smile appeared on the faces of everyone present.

Another vice president leaned closer, a fawning smile on his face, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Morgan, you've come all this way, you must be tired. If you need any... more personal entertainment arrangements, please be sure to leave it to us."

The people around him exchanged glances, their expressions revealing unspoken understanding. He Jin, the person in charge of Qinglan City, simply picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and smiled without saying a word.

Seeing how "sensible" He Jin and the vice presidents of the Witch Council branch were, Theodore Morgan's anger, which had been building up due to Fang Wei's poor hospitality in Dachang City, subsided somewhat.

It seems that the Witch Council branch in Qinglan City is on the same page as him, sharing common interests, so their interactions should go much more smoothly from now on.

As for holding Fang Wei, the person in charge of Dachang City, accountable, let's put that aside for now.

At this moment, Theodore Morgan was more interested in seeing what kind of satisfactory "service" these people could arrange for him.

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Luo Xi glanced at Shui Lin, who was on the phone, and then looked thoughtfully at the several extended limousines parked outside the restaurant that were used to pick up guests.

"Rose, it's a pity your sense of destiny is too weak. You can only foresee some things to avoid crises," Luo Xi said, feeling a little bored after waiting for a while. "If only we could control cause and effect and make the enemies we want to kill appear in front of us so we could take care of them."

Rose smiled slightly, offering no explanation.

Luo Xin, the younger sister, squatted by the pool, watching the little goldfish inside.

Shui Lin returned after making the call, a smile on her face: "Sorry to keep you witches waiting. I just went to arrange a private room. Let's go in."

Upon hearing this, everyone became interested and followed Shui Lin into the restaurant.

Luo Xi, however, was thinking about the benefits offered by the Vishzhe Group. Although the group provided room and board, the accommodation was just apartments, with single and double rooms available—single rooms were over 40 square meters and double rooms were over 90 square meters.

Isn't that a bit petty?

It was Rose who made the arrangements. She said that the witch was petite and a ceiling height of more than five meters would be too high for her. A duplex of more than 40 square meters would be just right, and it wouldn't feel empty for one person to live there.

But after seeing the restaurant that Shui Lin brought, it was so grand and luxurious...

It feels like their bathroom is bigger than their living space.

Luo Xi kept her expression unchanged, staring straight ahead, but secretly observing the surrounding decor. This was her first time in such a high-end place, so she was inevitably a little reserved, afraid of breaking something.

No, she still has a lot of money with Rose... What is she afraid of? As a D-rank witch and a Foundation Establishment cultivator, she has to put on a show and not lose face!

The younger sister, Luo Xin, also seemed naive and unworldly, running and jumping around, touching everything she saw.

Actually, she wanted to get closer and take a closer look at the statue.

Soon, Shui Lin led everyone to the first floor and stopped in front of a dining table that was more than 20 meters long.

Is there only one private room on the entire floor? Luo Xi was speechless. Looking at the table in front of her, she sighed inwardly, realizing that her single apartment wasn't even as big as this table.

"The four of us are using such a big table?" Luo Xin, the younger sister, asked the probing question.

"I'm sorry, we have another group of guests today, and they booked the best private room, so we'll have to make do with the less desirable one. This table is indeed a bit small..." Shui Lin said apologetically, "But since you're here, please eat as much as you like!"

"Yay!" cheered Luo Xin, the younger sister.

Seeing her younger sister Luo Xin cheering, Luo Xi was genuinely worried that her sister might be tricked away by the enemy with delicious food in the future.

Before her parents were home, she could only cook a few simple dishes for herself. They weren't bad, but they weren't delicious either; they were just edible. Her younger sister went through that hardship with her.

"It's alright," Rose said calmly, as if she knew the place well, polite yet confident. "It's just a meal. I'm already very happy to be in such a comfortable place."

Soon, the dishes were served.

"Are we really going to eat such a big piece of pork belly?" Luo Xin, the younger sister, asked as the waiter brought out the food.

"No," Rose explained with a smile, "this dish isn't eaten directly; the oil is rendered out during baking to make a base..."

"I see," Luo Xi nodded inwardly, her face expressionless.

"Try a little bit of everything," Shui Lin urged from the side, "Make yourself at home."

When Luo Xin saw the dishes being served, she waited for the waiter to leave and then immediately took the salmon and raw shrimp and poured them into the pot.

"These are for eating raw," Rose gently reminded him.

"Oh, so it's eaten raw," Luo Xi thought to herself, her expression unchanged but her mind clear.

She had eaten raw food before, and recalled that in her previous life she had swallowed a six-armed frog clan prodigy as a sacrifice to her dark ancestral stomach. Who knew that the prodigy was poisonous and she had been in pain for two hours before she realized that this was probably the other party's last resort.

It's just a meal, but the pressure is so great that it even brought back memories of my past life... This meal was truly unbearable.

Luo Xi walked to the side with a calm expression, but her body was somewhat stiff. She picked up a glass of water and drank it directly.

When Rose and Water Stream saw this, they immediately ran over to stop them.

"This is the water used to wash the dishes..."

Oh no, I've lost all face. It's all Shui Lin's fault for bringing me to such a high-end restaurant and making it so fancy.

After listening, Luo Xi remained silent and expressionless, maintaining her aloof demeanor.

"What do you usually drink?" Shui Lin asked. "I'll have someone get it for me."

"I..." Luo Xi felt that it wouldn't be good to keep pretending to be aloof, so she answered, "I usually drink bottled water. I drink more bottled water."

Shui Lin looked dazed, and Luo Xi was also a little embarrassed. Fortunately, her younger sister Luo Xin came over.

"Brother, look how exquisite this pastry is! It's just a tiny little thing, and it still needs watering..." The younger sister, Luo Xin, took a white object that looked like a pastry and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

"Ah!!! It's a handkerchief!" The younger sister ate quickly and then vomited just as fast, immediately grabbing the wet handkerchief and throwing it aside. "Take it away! Throw it away..."

Luo Xi watched her sister's actions expressionlessly—she secretly pinched her thigh several times to stop herself from laughing.

Seeing the menu, Luo Xi became curious and flipped through it. The cheapest item started at 1,000 yuan.

Seeing Shui Lin approach, she pointed to the cheapest item and asked, "What's this?"

"Violin performance," Shui Lin replied, "one thousand yuan per performance."

"Sorry, I'm deaf," Luo Xi thought to herself, then became worried: Could the money she earned from working herself to the bone to deal with unusual events not even be enough to afford a meal?

"You are guests! You don't need to spend a single penny," Shui Lin explained, seemingly seeing through her thoughts.