Guild Boss's Ambition

"One...one hole is enough?" Mr. Transvestite's face immediately turned red.

"And God gave you two holes, so it's better not to be too greedy!"

“Two…two…”

When Mr. Transvestite's brain froze, I quickly took out my anesthetic needle and stabbed him in the neck. Then I cast a questioning look at Ulu who looked stunned: "Do you really want to stay here and watch me perform surgery on him? It's disgusting!"

The poster girl answered without hesitation: "Well, I have an obligation to stay here and monitor your behavior."

I shrugged nonchalantly, leaving her blind to what happened next.

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40. The Ugly Duckling's Song (Kololo)

(Klolo-Sumak)

The next time I opened my eyes, I saw the morning light streaming in through the window.

What caught my eye was the ceiling that I deliberately covered with pink wallpaper.

I vaguely dreamed of conversing with a necromancer and making a terrible deal.

I took possession of a treasure that did not belong to me.

"What a terrible dream..."

I pressed my slightly dizzy forehead and murmured in pain. The sound of my murmur startled me.

That tired voice no longer has the roughness and masculinity of a man, but instead has a sense of ethereality, just like the loud and vast sound of birds in the green sea of ​​trees. It can sing songs that heal the heart, and is also suitable for reciting love poems with beautiful language.

“Is that my voice?”

In the midst of doubt, the face of an elf suddenly appeared in my mind out of thin air. I was a little frightened, but immediately realized that it was just my one-sided fantasy, a shadow caused by guilt. So I made up my mind and quickly drove it out of my thoughts. Compared with the pain of missing her, the distance that was just a foot away but out of reach, what was this immoral fear compared to?

I have long been accustomed to people's strange looks.

I have also long been accustomed to facing my own doubts.

And if love is the fire of purgatory, I am willing to bathe in it.

Depravity is always accompanied by happiness. After getting her voice, I trembled with ecstasy.

I opened the book of life and death under the bed and couldn't wait to read the scriptures aloud. The sound of the scriptures was melodious and pleasant, which greatly satisfied my vanity and hurt my deeper self-esteem.

original……

In the past, my own voice was so unbearable to hear.

No wonder Mr. Stallone never considered me before.

At this moment, I noticed a small note on my bedside with some words written on it. She arranged a day off for me and told me to have a good rest. But in fact, I was so excited that I had no sleepiness at all. I immediately washed my body, changed into a female chef's uniform, hummed a cheerful and relaxing tune and rushed to the kitchen of the stone house. I wanted everyone to forget that I was a disabled man.

Because I wasted a lot of time in the morning, when I arrived at the kitchen door, it was already 10:30 that day.

As always, I pushed the door open and made a dramatic entrance.

"Hello everyone! Cheer Up at Stone House!"

The shouts in different voices immediately attracted the attention of all the men in the room. In this cooking room full of male creatures, whenever a female creature other than President Ehard passed by, their concentration would drop significantly.

After they found out that the voice belonged to me, they all showed surprised expressions at the same time.

George, the fat man closest to the door, asked suspiciously, "Are you...are you really Miss Kalolo? Why did your voice become so different after just one day of not seeing you? Did something happen to you?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me, who looked refreshed. I smiled and used the authority of a sous chef to brush the matter off: "It's just that the voice has become a little different. Is it worth making such a fuss? Go away, everyone, concentrate on your work. The chefs of our Stone House cannot be shaken by such a small matter. Please show your professional standards!"

What followed was the neatly trained response by Strom: "Yes, sous chef!"

After looking at my subordinates with satisfaction, I walked up to Brother Stallone with a radiant face. At this moment, he also had a surprised expression on his face, but he did not take the initiative to ask questions. He just looked at me with a serious gaze.

He was waiting for me to confess.

I deliberately gave him a wink and explained vaguely, "It's just like Cinderella meeting a witch, and she cast a spell on me and gave me the voice I longed for. How about it? Brother Stallone, do you think my voice is nice now?"

Unfortunately, Brother Stallone skipped the question of whether it sounded good or not and asked worriedly, "Witch? But Luo Luo, you didn't meet some strange person, did you? You must not completely trust the other person just because you got a little benefit. The environment in this world is very dangerous. Innocent idiots like you are the easiest type to deceive."

Ignorant and idiotic...

After hearing Brother Stallone's scolding and concern, I was both happy and touched, but I had already promised Miss Lannon in advance that I would not reveal the information about the necromancer, so no matter how worried Stallone was about me, I still had to keep this secret.

Besides...

If my brother knew that my voice came from a dead person, he would definitely feel disgusted, right?

So, it must be kept confidential.

I have to hide all my shortcomings, pretend to be more perfect, and then stand next to him.

This way I would not insult his reputation and talent, and would allow him, who fell in love with me, to calmly announce his wife's name to his friends. Therefore, I had to become better than other women, make up for my natural shortcomings with my dazzling advantages, and then put on a well-fitting gorgeous evening dress, step on three-inch high heels, and chat and laugh with those noble ladies at the banquet.

Finding a prince charming and being a beautiful princess, every girl has had similar dreams to some extent.

But Brother Stallone didn't seem to notice my girlish heart because of the change in my voice. He looked at me with a clear and natural gaze, without any impure lingering. He didn't keep staring at my chest and skirt like George and the others, trying to see my authenticity from those private parts. To him, it didn't matter whether I was a man or a woman, I was just a cute girl.

I am happy about this.

And therefore sad.

Yes, Stallone, I love you.

I love you to the depth, breadth and height of my soul.

I shook my finger in a nonchalant manner and said with a smile, "I don't care. For this nice voice, I am willing to be cheated out of everything. Brother Stallone, you really don't understand the hearts of girls."

He smiled lightly and shrugged nonchalantly: "If I understood the heart of a girl, I wouldn't be alone now. Well, since you look lively, does that mean you are not sick? Miss Lan Nong was so considerate to ask for leave for you just now, but I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful that you came here to suffer."

I said sincerely, "With the chef here, Luo Luo is not afraid of any hardship."

"Fuck you, you're so sweet."

He laughed and scolded me, then turned around, picked up a pen, ignored me, and lowered his head to write and draw.

I walked closer and saw a document with a photo of a sauna.

"Employment application?" I opened my eyes wide in surprise and asked, "Brother, have you finally decided to transfer Sauna back to the Stone House? But he can no longer cook, right? Why is President Ehard willing to let him come back?"

"I gave half of my salary to the sauna."

Stallone grabbed my nose, stared at me with wide eyes and threatened me, "I'm warning you, if you are asked about this part in the future, remember to act more realistically and tell him that this is because President Ehard gave him a chance to be retrained because of our past friendship with the guild."

"It stinks, brother's hands smell like fish──" I complained.

After a while, he let go of my hand, looked at my face thoughtfully, and said in agreement: "Lolo, you and this voice are quite compatible. At least it doesn't make people feel awkward and contradictory. But, if it's not necessary, it's better not to do too many things. Happiness and health are our most precious treasures."

Recalling the gloomy temperament of the necromancer, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

I smiled and agreed with him: "Yeah, yeah, but Luo Luo knows the limits. If he wasn't sure it was foolproof, he wouldn't have tried to get the sound back. Besides, I'm just adjusting the vocal cords, not cutting off the whole thing. What's there to worry about?"

"Cut it off..."

Hearing this exciting verb, my brother couldn't help showing a pained expression. He patted my shoulder and said in a serious tone: "But Luoluo, you must, must, must not do anything stupid. That thing is not an extra decoration. If it is not handled properly, you may not be able to take care of yourself in the future. In short, next time you have any strange ideas, you must come to discuss with me first!"

"Yeah! But Luo Luo knows! Big brother, please stop worrying about it all day, okay?"

I smiled sweetly. The slightly louder volume and the beautiful voice of the high elves inadvertently attracted the attention of most of the kitchen. These eyes were filled with doubt and curiosity. I tried to look into those young eyes, and they humbly looked away one by one.

Yes.

They noticed my charm.

Miss Lannong is right, most men are slaves to sex.

"Okay, okay, I won't worry about you. Just go to work."

Brother Stallone is an exception. No matter how beautiful and elegant I become, he still urges me to work hard with his dead fish man. His simplicity fascinates me, but it also makes me feel sad. Goddess, why did you let me meet such a silly man who doesn't understand romance five years ago? Otherwise, I would still be a beautiful pretty boy.

I yelled in a naughty way: "I won't work! I won't work! Unless you kiss me on the mouth, big brother."

A thud.

The sound of the frying pan hitting my head echoed clearly.

I got a brief satisfaction, used the pain to cover up the sorrow, then turned back to my post, used busyness to forget the emptiness, and put all the taste of lovesickness into each and every exquisite dish.

By the way, the taste buds of the Mogumogu fishman are truly magical. He could taste my bitter love that was as toxic as a snake or scorpion.

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41. Hayato-kun’s Spring (Hayato)

(Hayato)

Hello everyone, I’m Hayato-kun, a minor supporting character whose last name the author is too lazy to even tell you.

I was an apprentice chef at the Black Bronze level a year ago. Recently, I accidentally got promoted to the Silver level. However, as the saying goes, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. I didn't know how to behave myself and didn't seem to fit in with the Black Cloud World's way of doing things, so I was honorably dismissed.

So, I came to the second guild in my life, the Stone House.

Unlike the previous chaos guild, the kitchen of this guild has a strict set of rules. The head chef, Strom, is a very shrewd and hateful conceited uncle. Everyone wants to cut him into pieces, but unfortunately, the skills he possesses are exactly what we need. Although there are many chefs above the gold level in the city of Mopolis, being able to cook does not mean being able to pass on experience.

But Uncle Stallone damn well knows how to teach.

He knows what is special about each of us.

He probably even knows the way we like to add salt when boiling broccoli.

It is also because of his keen observation that he can accurately correct our mistakes.

He is a hateful yet respectable man.

However, having such a chef is not a bad thing.

What's bad is the working environment other than him.

Today, there are six people inside the kitchen.

First up is Chef Mr. Strom.

Then there is the sous chef, Miss Kololo, who, incidentally, is a good-looking transvestite.

Next came the fat guy George and the thin guy Mark, who had the most seniority among the newcomers.

Finally, it was Hisoka and I who joined last.

Just like all social groups, after Hisoka and I joined the Stone House, the social circle within the kitchen was quickly reorganized. The flattering Hisoka immediately gained the recognition of George and Mark, while I, as a newcomer, was obviously not accepted by the two seniors. The reason was very simple and cruel, that is, I was better than them and I was the only silver-level apprentice.

I used to feel very discouraged by this.

But Mr. Stallone had already noticed my situation and told me that it wouldn't last long.

I didn't understand what he meant, but I vaguely realized that he might take some action in the future.

So I put my resignation letter aside for the time being and decided to stay in the stone house for another two months to observe the situation.

Having said that, working hours are still very difficult.

Because an indestructible small circle has been established there, the only people who can chat with me in the kitchen are Mr. Stallone and Miss Krollo. But I would never be stupid enough to chat with the chef, and the existence of Miss Krollo herself is very subtle. She is like a completely new species to me.

I have been observing him silently with a high degree of vigilance.

He has long golden hair, a small and cute oval face, green eyes, a tall and thin figure, and he likes to wear women's clothes, which fit him well. He is polite and well-spoken in his dealings with others. He looks like a gentle and virtuous girl. Unfortunately, his voice is 100% masculine. Until this morning──

He actually changed into a woman's voice!

This makes one wonder if he is really a man?

I was thinking about this question while playing Sudoku in the lounge at 3pm.

However, unexpectedly, the question itself appeared before me in a very counterintuitive way.

He glanced around the lounge, put down his own plate, and asked me, "Are you the only one here?"

I shook my head for a moment, then answered his question calmly, "When they talk about things, they don't come to the lounge, but go to their own staff dormitory on the second floor. By the way, aren't you usually used to eating at 2 p.m., Sous Chef? Why did you suddenly change today?"

“Is that so—”

He looked at me thoughtfully and smiled sweetly: "I had breakfast late today, so I postponed my meal time. Now Brother Stallone is here. He can do the work of five people, so there is no problem."

I smiled bitterly and said, "You are the only one who dares to ask Mr. Chef to stand up and work."