The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 383 Dining

"You're so pretty." Natasha praised the little girl in front of her with a kind smile.

"You are beautiful too."

Seraph Nami responded with a sweet smile, then warmly led Steve, Natasha, Peter, and the Punisher into the hall.

The interior was truly breathtaking; the decorations looked as if they had been brought out of a fairy tale.

The walls are made of giant lollipop pieces pieced together, radiating a dazzling array of colors under the indoor lights, making you feel as if you're in a dreamy candy kingdom.

The tables and chairs are meticulously crafted from gingerbread, with unique and exquisite designs. Every detail showcases unique craftsmanship, making one marvel at this ingenious design.

However, this beautiful scene did not put everyone at ease; on the contrary, the more they looked at it, the more uneasy they felt.

They vigilantly observed every corner and every subtle movement around them, their bodies constantly on edge, ready to respond to any possible emergencies.

Surprisingly, the interior of this candy house is extremely spacious, comparable to a castle, quite different from its appearance from the outside, which is just a small house.

Moreover, everything here is made up of all kinds of food. Even the cups used for drinking water are made of chocolate. Their realistic appearance seems to exude a rich chocolate aroma, tempting people's taste buds.

Seraph Nami led the four to the restaurant, where the table was already laden with all sorts of incredibly tempting food.

The tender and juicy roasted chicken legs gleamed with an enticing sheen and emitted a mouthwatering aroma.

A colorful fruit platter, each piece of fruit looks as fresh as if it were just picked from the orchard;

And then there's the exquisite cake, with layers upon layers of cream perfectly complementing the soft cake base, and the cherries adorning it shining like rubies.

Peter stared at the table full of delicious food, swallowing involuntarily, and his stomach rumbled again.

"Please sit down," said Seraph Nami, gracefully taking her seat first. "There's one last dish."

Steve frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Natasha quickly stopped him, shaking her head gently to signal him not to act rashly.

Steve understood immediately and reluctantly found a seat.

The three men exchanged a glance and had no choice but to find seats and sit down as well.

Just then, a "gurgling" sound came from the food cart.

Immediately afterwards, Seraph Sanji made a dazzling entrance pushing a food cart.

He was dressed in a neat chef's outfit and had a confident expression on his face.

"The dishes are all served, everyone, let's eat!"

Seraph Sanji greeted them warmly, his tone full of pride in his culinary skills.

Seraph Nami picked up her knife and fork and elegantly began to enjoy the food, praising, "Delicious! Sanji, your cooking skills have improved again."

"Of course, I aspire to become the best chef among adults."

Seraph Sanji wore a smug smile, but when his gaze fell on Steve and the others, he found them all sitting there motionless. His expression immediately darkened, and he loudly demanded, "Why aren't you eating? Are you questioning my cooking skills?!"

Steve and his three companions naturally had many concerns. Faced with such a situation, they dared not make a move easily. After all, being in such a strange place, they had to be cautious in every aspect.

"They're worried you've poisoned them."

Seeing this, Seraph Nami put down her knife and fork and explained softly.

"You bastard!! Who do you think I am?!"

Upon hearing this, Seraph Sanji flew into a rage, his face turning red with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulging.

Upon seeing this, the Punisher drew his gun without hesitation, intending to use it to intimidate the other party.

To everyone's astonishment, the next second, the once-hard gun turned into a breadstick, limply hanging in his hand.

"What the f***?!"

The Punisher's eyes widened in disbelief. He angrily threw away the breadstick and quickly drew another gun from his waist, his eyes filled with vigilance and rage.

"How dare you pull out a weapon while eating! I'll kill you all!!"

Seraph Sanji was completely enraged. He made a move as if to attack, and his aura suddenly surged, as if the surrounding air had become scorching hot.

Steve and his three companions immediately prepared for battle. They stood up, assumed defensive stances, and kept their eyes fixed on their opponents, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Can't we just eat in peace and quiet?"

Just as tensions were about to rise, Seraph Nami suddenly unleashed her Conqueror's Haki. The invisible power surged towards Steve and his companions like a raging tide.

Steve and his three companions felt as if they had been hit hard on the head with a club. Their heads spun instantly, their thoughts became sluggish, and their bodies swayed precariously.

[Psychological attack.]

Steve was startled and instantly understood. He became even more wary of the seemingly harmless little girl, and everyone else became even more vigilant, not daring to let their guard down for a moment.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Don't worry, Sanji wouldn't poison food."

Seraph Nami looked at Steve and the others, her tone carrying an undeniable certainty.

"Hmph." Seraph Sanji snorted coldly, still fuming, muttering, "I wouldn't cook for you guys if it weren't for the master's orders."

Where is Wes?

Steve grasped the key point and asked anxiously, after all, their purpose in coming here was to find Wes.

Now that he had finally heard news about Wes, he was naturally eager to know the details.

"Who knows?" Seraph Nami seemed not to care, simply replying indifferently before continuing to enjoy her food, showing no intention of paying any more attention to Steve. This made Steve both angry and anxious, yet helpless.

Natasha took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her gaze swept over the food on the table, finally settling on the plate of tender and juicy steak in front of her.

She slowly reached out and picked up the knife and fork. The metal clinked against the cutlery, making a soft sound that was particularly clear in the slightly tense atmosphere.

He began cutting the steak on the plate, each movement deliberate and cautious.

When the first piece of steak was put into her mouth, Natasha's eyes widened slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

The flavor of the steak spread across her tongue; the tender meat, the perfect cooking time, and the unique seasoning made her involuntarily immerse herself in this wonderful taste experience.

She chewed a few times, swallowed, looked at Steve and the others, and nodded slightly to indicate that there was nothing wrong with the food.

Peter sat to the side, his eyes fixed on Natasha's every move, his mind filled with hesitation and doubt.

His throat bobbed, he swallowed, and his hands nervously rubbed against his legs.

Seeing Natasha's gesture, he gritted his teeth, reached out with some skepticism, picked up a knife and fork, cut off a small piece of steak, and carefully put it into his mouth.

The moment the taste of the steak filled his mouth, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but exclaim, "So delicious!"

(End of this chapter)