Storm of Gods

Chapter 243 VIP Treatment at the Gourmets Association
The carriage sped along the street, and Travis, in another carriage, also looked grave. He had also noticed something amiss; this must be the Tribunal's plan. In the workplace, feigning ignorance is a survival skill. Judging from Li Xin's expression and attitude, he guessed that the other party must have also noticed something.

Inside the Metropolitan Cathedral, Warner and Freier were overseeing the scene, while the Inquisition was still investigating. Another group of investigators arrived.

"Lost them?" Werner frowned. He had no idea about something this big, and now he had lost track of the attackers while still tracking them.

The Inquisition is directly responsible to the Cardinal in the Cardinals' Chamber and is indeed not subordinate to the Metropolitan. However, since the incident occurred in Warner's court, and such a large-scale conflict was launched without informing Warner, it is certain that Warner would be dissatisfied. However, someone in his position would not easily lash out.

"The other party suddenly disappeared after leaving the church, using an ability we don't yet understand. They might be a special powerhouse who has activated their fifth life star," Finnel said unhurriedly, as if nothing was urgent for him.

Werner frowned. He had made a mess of his place and hadn't accomplished anything. Werner looked at Finnel, who looked apologetic. "I handled this matter poorly. I didn't want to trouble the Archbishop with such a small thing. How about this, I'll owe you a favor."

Werner knew that he couldn't do anything to Fresnel in this situation, and this was already Fresnel's greatest show of sincerity.

"Who is the intruder? Even if we're using him as bait, we're going too easy on him," Werner asked.

“We underestimated these clowns. We won’t do it again, Your Excellency. Now we’re certain they’re after us. We still need to work together to find the culprit before the War of Glory, otherwise it will affect the celebration. Please inform us immediately of any new intelligence from the Night Watch.” Finnel sighed softly.

Volner looked at Finnel. He knew Finnel all too well. The only reason he could remain standing in the Inquisition was that he was not only the First Cardinal's confidant, but also one of the most troublesome figures in the Papacy. "That's for sure. The War of Glory is a matter of national destiny, and no one is allowed to sabotage it."

"My people may have to stay a while longer. I apologize again."

Fresnel left, his attitude impeccable. Werner knew he must have obtained some important intelligence, but he just wouldn't say it.

Inside the Papacy, the midday sun grew scorching, but Volna felt no warmth. For some unknown reason, His Majesty the King seemed to have lost faith in the Papacy, as evidenced by his heavy reliance on the Heavenly Principle Sect. Moreover, the originally weak Heavenly Principle Sect had given birth to a demigod thanks to the nation's fortune. All these events had caused serious divisions within the Papacy...

Back at the Undertaker's base, Travis secretly sent a message to Didia through the Undertaker's messenger, warning him to be careful. He also activated the Undertaker's secret rendezvous point. As a seasoned Undertaker, he knew that His Highness had only sent these people to solve the case; he didn't expect them to actually solve it. Safety was the top priority. If something happened to Didia, a good thing would turn into a bad thing.

Sitting in this position, and in the eye of the storm, Travis was walking on thin ice. If it weren't for Metropolitan Volna's presence, Scribe Frenier probably wouldn't have let him off so easily. In the eyes of the Inquisition, the Funeral Director wasn't even considered a person. It wasn't that Frenier suspected him of having any problems, but rather that he was used to it.

The three mediocre people in the archives were looking at a huge pile of files. Simmons and Celia became interested and learned quickly. They also wanted to learn from Li Xin and find clues about Number One from the files. Li Xin was also looking through the files, but he was obviously distracted.

He overreacted a bit. Back in Tianjing, it was because the temple was small and Luo Jin was protecting them—that was a real protection. In Heldan, the Bird Society was like duckweed, without any reliable backers. It needed to be reorganized. He had no doubt that the ghostly thing with inhuman aura that Finnel released would take action immediately if it discovered anything.

The initiative of the hidden forces is extremely important. Li Xin had just made a judgment in the toilet. Fortunately, the opponent did not leave anything on him.

After reviewing the case files all day, the three of them found nothing.

"Brother Li, are we still going to the sacred site on Sunday?" Simmons asked during dinner.

Li Xin also considered this issue. He was able to use the dice so smoothly thanks to Simmons, but after that incident, he was still apprehensive. What if he went in and was discovered by that thing again? He was certain that the other party could not come to Dao Yuan and might not be able to break through the fog.
“You truly are a man like an eagle. I’ll think about it,” Li Xin said.

“Shall we go and see my sacred place?” Celia suddenly said. “Let Simmons watch from outside.”

“That’s an idea,” Simmons nodded.

"Okay, then we'll look into it this weekend."

He desperately needed the dice's power right now. Visiting other sacred places would also give him a better understanding of them; different people were said to be different, and he wondered what Celestia's would be like. He followed Simmons' carriage to the Blue Agate Ivory Bay Restaurant. Li Xin wanted to book a Saturday dinner with Christie to meet this elder of the Gourmet Association and see if they could reach an agreement. Although he didn't understand why the Night Watchers were so enthusiastic about this, he was also a Night Watcher, and since he ate and drank at the Bird Society, he should do his part.

Although the messengers did not know Li Xin's identity, they remembered the guests who had been here before, and immediately notified Manager Ansel, who came out within minutes.

The manager was very welcoming to Li Xin. Li Xin took out a Bocuse spoon and said, "I would like to reserve dinner for tomorrow night and also meet Mr. Bocuse. I wonder if there are any seats available?"

Ansel didn't take the spoon. "Mr. Li Xin, the booking period is already until the end of the year, but it's definitely not a problem if you need it. How many people are in your party? Are there any special holidays?"

“Two people, and the other one is a lady. Hmm, just a little romance would be nice.” Li Xin considered for a moment.

“Understood, sir, I will arrange it,” Ansel said. “Please keep the token safe. You don’t actually need to show it in Heldan; it’s mainly for your convenience when you travel far away.”

Is the Foodies Association's service really this good? Li Xin looked at the unassuming spoon, which was made of the same material as the harp Miss Aries had given him. "Is this something that only the person who gave it can use, or can anyone use it?"

"It's best for the user to use it themselves; the effect will be less if others use it. I don't recommend giving it away," Ansel explained patiently.

"Okay, thanks then, see you tomorrow." The gift wasn't going to be given away, but it also dispelled Li Xin's idea of ​​exchanging it for money.

Relieved to receive a positive answer, Li Xin breathed a sigh of relief. Last night, during a passionate discussion about work with Christy, Christy wanted to make contact with the Food Association first, and Li Xin readily agreed. Men always have a bit of vanity, so he just wanted to put on a little show.

"You're too kind. It's our pleasure to serve you." Ansel bowed respectfully.

Li Xin boarded the carriage, and Ansel stood at the door until the carriage turned the corner before returning to the restaurant.

Meanwhile, in the best room upstairs, Princess Amosa, dressed in men's clothing, stood by the window watching Ansel's obsequious manner, wondering who this person was. Ansel had been introducing the dishes to her, but suddenly he hurriedly left. Who was more noble than her?
Judging from the emblem on the carriage, it must be an old bird of the George family, a mere fallen earl.

Amosa hosted a banquet for the core members of the Hunting Club, and only these people could meet Amosa. They were all core members of royal and noble families. Prince Oliver was very open-minded and gave Amosa a lot of freedom, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.

"What kind of food critics association is this? I don't think their level is that high."

"I think so too. There are too many people nowadays who seek fame and fortune, and most of them are just boasting."

"Last month when I came here, they said there were no seats available; they were just teasing me."

A group of young people are enjoying the food, commenting and expressing their opinions, as if they can't show their taste without making a few comments.

"Sally, get rid of all your pets. You're bothering Father with this little trouble," Amosa said calmly, withdrawing her gaze.

The girl called Sally was dressed in sexy clothes, her chest bulging as if it might explode at any moment. Upon hearing this, she looked resentful and said, "Your Highness, that's just my little hobby."

Amosa raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Sally, come here."

Sally paused, her expression changing slightly, before approaching with a forced smile. "Your Highness, it took me a long time to train those pets. If you like them..."

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(End of this chapter)