Guild Boss's Ambition

"Chef, Hayato-kun accidentally broke a stack of plates again!"

"You should ask Korolo to handle this kind of small matter."

"Because you reported to me just to attack your competitors, not to solve the problem."

I gave him a cold look, and he pretended to be humble, nodding repeatedly, then turned and walked towards Korolo with a simple smile, and informed Korolo, the sous chef, of the mistake made by the silver chef Hayato. Korolo sighed and took out the register of damaged items to record the incident. A good cream fish was roasted three points longer because of this.

After finishing the work at hand, Ke Luoluo walked towards me.

Today, he specially put on perfume that smelled like jasmine.

"Brother Strom, Hayato-kun seems to be making mistakes a lot lately, and he broke a plate again today."

“In the future, we will publicly post the table of damaged equipment on the wall and let them fill it out themselves.”

Perhaps influenced by George, Lolo began to have a bad impression of Hayato. In fact, in this kitchen, everyone makes mistakes, but Hayato's mistakes are more concentrated on the damage of utensils. Such mistakes cannot be covered up with the help of others. However, from my point of view, I would rather my subordinates break one more porcelain than ruin one more dish.

There are often failed items in the trash can, and they seem to think I don't notice it at all.

However, I don't want to fall out with certain people for the time being. Although I have always acted very strong, in fact, every time someone withdraws, many of my plans will be disrupted. Now, I can only wait until President Ehard can hire enough people for me, then I can really kick away that extra trash and make him disappear forever in my sacred and inviolable kitchen.

Then, a question suddenly occurred to me.

"Ke Luoluo, what kind of man am I in your eyes?"

"Eh..."

Hearing this question, Luo Luo was very nervous. However, in front of a man like me who is dignified and ambitious, his fear was absolutely understandable. In order to prevent him from feeling uneasy and giving a false answer, I softened my voice and said, "Just say what you think, no matter how outrageous your idea is. I just want to examine my image a little bit."

"Really... can you really say that? Any idea is fine?"

His voice trembled a little and his cheeks turned slightly red with excitement. It seemed that he really had something to say.

I reiterated, "You can think whatever you want. You can even call me a dog."

So, he swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said, "In Kololo's mind, Brother Strom is an extremely good man. If we calculate based on objective conditions, you first have a stable and well-paid job, and your personal assets are conservatively estimated to be around 400 gold coins. In addition, you also have a medium-sized civilian house in Mopolis, so your wife will definitely not starve to death..."

"But Lolo..."

I tried to correct his comments, but it seemed too late.

He clenched his fists excitedly and continued, "As the saying goes, money is only a thing outside of one's body. Even if one is extremely wealthy, it cannot compare to your excellence. As a man, you are strong and mature. You have always been the one who scolded others and made them lose their spirits. No one has ever succeeded in shaking your unfounded self-confidence. It is because of your steadiness that we can gain an unlimited sense of security..."

"Although you are right, I always feel that something is wrong..."

However, Ke Luoluo was unstoppable: "Besides, Brother Stallone has a tolerance that ordinary men don't have. No matter where we come from, you will listen to our opinions carefully and think about the situation objectively. Even if you are upset, you will give us a high degree of tolerance, freedom and respect. This efficient level of emotional management is undoubtedly worthy of our learning and admiration!"

"Wait, this kind of praise is almost disgusting..."

But Luo Luo still didn't stop his praise: "Even if you have money in your pocket, you don't have any other bad habits except smoking. In Qingyun Road, where it's easy to find women and casinos, you can actually stay pure, not addicted to alcohol or gambling, and you won't even spend money to go to fireworks places to buy those false feelings──"

“……” I inexplicably felt a huge sense of shame.

But even if I deeply regretted it, Luo Luo would not let me go easily: "However, no one in this world is perfect. Just like you, a good man like Brother Stallone, it is inevitable that you have had a girlfriend. You no longer have that kind of virgin smell that makes people excited. If it were a woman with mental mysophobia, she would probably deduct a lot of points from you, right?"

I silently picked up the frying pan.

But Kololo didn't succeed in conquering my mind as usual.

"But think about it from another angle. Isn't Brother Strom, who has a girlfriend, also great? To use Miss Lannon's analogy, you are a high-quality product that has been tested by trial users and can be used with confidence by buyers, right? Wait, why did Miss Kate dump you three years ago? Brother, are you... Brother, are you impotent?"

"Lift your sister!"

I hit him hard with the bottom of the pot. A minute later, he stood up with full strength and red ears.

He straightened his clothes, tied up his long hair, and asked me casually, "So what about Brother Stallone? Brother, what kind of person do you think I am...a woman? Do you think I am disgusting now?"

If the questions I asked Ke Luoluo were intended to examine my own image in the workplace, then what about Ke Luoluo?

But why did Luoluo ask me this question?

Or, was he doing it for Miss Lannon?

After all, the last time the Mogumogu fishman tasted the flavor of love from his dishes.

In other words, Luo Luo actually wants me to comment on whether he can be a competent boyfriend?

"Hmm... maybe that's it?"

After sorting out my thoughts, I cleared my throat, put my arm around his shoulders, and replied earnestly, "Ke Luoluo, I've been taking care of you for more than six years. Putting aside your two quirks, you're actually a very good person. There's no need to be too self-deprecating. The relationship between people cannot be described in general terms like friends, relatives, colleagues, etc..."

I smiled and patted his head, giving him the greatest encouragement: "Ke Luoluo is Ke Luoluo, just be who you want to be, that's right."

"Yes...Brother Strom..."

His face suddenly turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

Haha, what a lovely junior.

By the way, this guy was obviously a normal boy when he first joined Water World, at most his behavior was a bit feminine, why did he grow his hair long and wear women's clothes in the past six years? To be honest, for a long time I really thought that Luo Luo liked boys, but now that he has met Miss Lan Nong, can't I relax?

In this world, there shouldn't be many normal people who can truly accept Korolo, right?

I really hope everyone can find their own happiness.

Whether it's Korolo or sauna...

Hmm? Sauna?

Thinking of another junior whom I haven’t seen for a long time, my mood became gloomy again.

"But Luoluo, didn't you go to the sauna yesterday? What's wrong with him?"

"Huh? Yes!"

Ke Luoluo, who had been looking down and wondering what he was thinking, raised his head and answered hastily, "Sauna's situation is still the same. He works as a laborer at night. He should have no financial difficulties for the time being, but he doesn't want to give up being a chef. He can't settle down with one mind. I'm afraid he will just wander on this road with no future for the rest of his life."

A road without a future? No.

For Sauna, this is his only way.

He would either fall on the road or reach the end of it.

Being a chef is his destiny. He had already been trained by the chef and me in the water world to be only a chef. His body can only be used to cook and his mind can only be loaded with cooking methods. If he abandons cooking, his past and future life will be nothing.

If he fled the kitchen, he would be denying his past.

perhaps……

I should give him some help.

What kind of help is good?

At least a chef shouldn't be asked to do hard labor, right?

After thinking for a while, I put a cigarette in my mouth, turned and walked towards the back alley to look for inspiration.

Inspiration to convince the money-loving president.

You can't tell her that all this is for the sake of noble and great art, right?

……

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38. The Angel of Good News (Korolo)

(Klolo-Sumak)

"Korolo is Korolo, just be who you want to be, that's all."

Brother Stallone said this to me in person.

Although he still seemed to treat me as a brother, today he at least made it clear that he did not hate my special habits. Even though he usually behaved strictly, he would always inadvertently reveal his delicate tenderness to his friends and important people around him.

When my hair was messy, he would reach out and stroke my scalp hard, asking me to tidy it up.

When he saw a poster girl about to faint from hunger, he would ask me to bring her lunch.

Whenever he met cats or dogs on his walks, he would secretly try to say hello to them, but would get no response.

His gentleness often does not expect anything in return.

He even doesn't like people thanking him.

That's probably because he doesn't have extra time to respond to other people's enthusiasm. He always has a lot of things to do and think about. Whenever he encounters a difficult question, he goes to the back alley to smoke. On average, he burns at least half a pack of cigarettes a day. God knows where all his troubles come from?

Besides, do cigarettes really taste that good?

If I wasn't afraid of damaging my skin, I would give it a try.

See if you can forget your worries.

At half past six, the foreman, Gu Shan, came into the kitchen. She looked around and her eyes finally locked on me.

She came to deliver a message to someone.

"Miss Ke Luoluo, Senior Lan Nong said that she will wait for you at the old place tonight as well."

"Okay, I know."

After watching Gu Shan leave, I immediately sped up the work at hand and processed the braised fish in the pot at full speed. Then I threw all the remaining work to Hayato, who had just joined Stone House two weeks ago. He was a cool and handsome guy, but also a taciturn person. Apart from working, he played Sudoku games in the lounge all day long. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking about.

However, his cooking skills are reliable.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Um……"

I said goodbye to Hayato-kun with a smile, hurriedly took off my apron, trotted out the door, and headed straight for the rooftop.

Since Miss Lan Nong specifically asked Gu Shan to come and pass a message to me tonight, it means that what she said the night before yesterday is very likely to be true. When I thought about the opportunity to get closer to girls, my heart started beating fast with excitement and my head was hot.

Click! I pushed open the door to the rooftop.

I saw the delicate black-haired girl.

"Miss Lannon!"

"Good night, Miss Kellolo."

She smiled at me, but her smile lacked her usual cheerfulness, and it didn't seem like she was announcing good news. Instead, it was more of a hesitation that was difficult to express. Could it be that she called me up here specifically to tell me that she couldn't help me change this discordant voice?

No, please don't give me hope and then let it go.

I can't bear too much despair.

Because I couldn't bear the despair, I didn't confess to him. If the answer was not what I wanted, how would I, a weirdo, deal with myself? I didn't know. Therefore, I never tried to find out the forbidden answer. I just waited for him to take the initiative. I wanted to be so good that he couldn't help but focus on me. And if he never said those three words to me...

Then, at least there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart.

As long as there is hope, you can persevere.

So──

"Ms. Lannon, tell me that the next thing is good news."

The black-haired girl replied solemnly, "I don't know if I should call it good news. I originally thought it was a great idea, but if I think about it more deeply, it's not as perfect as I imagined. It may be very dangerous."

Danger?

Is there anything more dangerous than love?

I asked calmly, "What kind of danger?"

Miss Lan Nong touched her slender throat and calmly explained the situation: "The method of changing the voice is not ordinary. She has to operate the knife in your throat and engrave the rune array on your vocal cords. This is a very careful job, and there are some very delicate parts near the throat. If she accidentally cuts you with the wrong knife, I am not sure what will happen."

Surgery in the throat?

I was a little scared at first, but then I thought, isn't that actually very natural?

Change always comes with pain and risk.

I should have realized it earlier, and I did.

I asked calmly, "Who is the one who swung the knife?"

Miss Lan Nong moved her blood-red eyes to the upper right corner, thought for a moment, and replied, "I have not yet obtained her permission to explain her identity, but I can reveal the most important point to you. She is not a good person. She is even a creature that stands on the opposite side of humans. To be more precise, she is not a human being, but a cunning necromancer."

Necromancer is a terrible term.

But I can't expect a priest of the Church of Light to slit my throat, can I?

Transforming the body is the professional area of ​​the necromancer.

I forced myself not to be afraid, and asked with a smile: "Although it sounds very scary, but looking at your previous reaction, Xiaolan, isn't this necromancer trustworthy in your mind? She shouldn't do anything to my body, right?"