Chapter 101 Demon King's Personally-Appointed Restaurant

The bright lights of the Demon King's Personally-Appointed Restaurant reflected off the high-quality black decor, the elegant dining tables, comfortable seats, and exquisite tableware, all exuding luxury.

The light danced in the corners of the tiles, the brilliance of handmade ice, the sheen of wine bottles, and the mist of freshly served dishes, all becoming even more stunning under the refraction of light.

"We emphasize the honesty, integrity, and naturalness of the ingredients. If you two have any feedback or suggestions, please feel free to let us know," said the demon waiter as he gracefully placed the dishes ordered by Lan Qi and Hyperion on the table.

She elegantly placed the ordered dishes on the table in front of Lan Qi and Hyperion, like a professional aristocratic attendant, with steady and fluid movements.

One dish was an appetizer made of fresh, seared beef cut into small pieces, sprinkled with herbs, fried saltgrass leaves, and transparent pear slices, then placed on a thin piece of black bread.

Another appeared to be thick slices of venison marinated in salt and black pepper, then pan-fried until the skin was crispy and the inside was soft, with thin slices of black truffle placed between the venison, emitting a rich aroma, accompanied by a sprig of spice snowflake and a glass of red wine sauce.

The last dessert was a spherical black chocolate decorated with a layer of caramel cheese inside, sprinkled with sea salt on the surface to add layers of texture. The crispy and bright appearance suggested that a gentle tap of the spoon would cause the silky caramel sauce to spread out.

Because the silver-haired demon had acted first, Lan Qi and Hyperion were unable to order more advanced dishes.

For the time being, they could only order a few ordinary dishes.

However, the presentation before them was enough to feel the respect that the academy branch of the Demon King's Personally-Appointed Restaurant had for food and guests.

Hyperion looked at the dishes on the table, wondering what Lan Qi was planning.

"Lan Qi, you can't use summons here," Hyperion reminded him in a low voice.

In this Demon King's Personally-Appointed Restaurant, there was a rule similar to "no pets allowed," prohibiting any demons from summoning familiars or summoned beasts.

Without [Great Poet of Love], the key card that allowed Lan Qi to make his final move, most of Lan Qi's tactics were ineffective.

Moreover, the restaurant did not allow proactive troublemaking, even if Lan Qi wanted to play psychological warfare, there was nothing he could do now.

"Hyperion, as long as we abide by the rules here, right? I want to promote the idea of 'being proud of saving food and ashamed of wasting it' to the audience watching the broadcast in the mortal world, and shoot an educational film with this theme," Lan Qi said with a sincere heart. He didn't care at all about the silver-haired demon's slightly targeted behavior earlier, and was only worried that the silver-haired demon's extravagant attitude of revelry and drinking would affect the young people watching the live broadcast in the mortal world.

As a civilization model team, they needed to set an example.

To convey positive and healthy values and take the lead.

"You want to..."

Hyperion had a bad feeling in her heart, but before she could finish speaking, she found that Lan Qi had already started.

Lan Qi's complexion suddenly looked a little worse for some reason.

"Manager," Lan Qi called out softly, raising his hand.

The manager quickly walked towards them with a worldly gait. Compared to the silver-haired demon who made the whole restaurant nervous, Lan Qi and Hyperion were clearly easier to deal with.

"Excuse me, manager, I feel a little uncomfortable in my chest. Do you have any drinks that can warm the body here?" Lan Qi looked at the manager, his hand holding the glass trembling.

His voice sounded painful and hoarse, like an injured beast trying to hide its ailment.

"Yes, please wait," the manager nodded, took the empty glass from Lan Qi's hand, and walked towards the wine cabinet in the distance, preparing to serve him according to Lan Qi's request.

Next.

Lan Qi looked very much like a person with mental and physical disabilities. He trembled as he held the tableware, eating the dishes while making whimpering groans.

If it were in the human realm, because this characteristic was too strong, it might sometimes attract some low-quality children to make fun of him, such as imitating this disabled person.

This kind of behavior was very bad.

However, such boring demons generally did not appear in high-end restaurants in the Demon Realm.

In the distance, at the long table on the other side of the restaurant.

The silver-haired demon glanced at Lan Qi out of the corner of his eye. The corners of his mouth showed a hint of disdain and regret, and he glanced lightly at Hyperion, then retracted his gaze, refocusing on his feast.

That radiant demon was weak and powerless, and even needed the pity and care of the female demon accompanying him. Even after graduation, he would only be a pathetic creature who couldn't make it to the table in the Demon Realm.

The silver-haired demon's hand gently tilted the red wine bottle, and the deep red liquid slowly flowed into the glass, like a thin red thread. On his face, the impatient expression gradually dissipated, replaced by satisfied enjoyment.

Lan Qi's existence was a joke that made him slightly invigorated, a brief anecdote.

It was quickly drowned in the dishes he had eaten and the wine he had drunk.

The atmosphere in the restaurant tended to be calm, as if it were a black treasure box, with only small lamps twinkling like diamonds.

Cutlery and glass containers sat quietly on the black tablecloths on the tables. There was a small menu at each table, and most of the diners were silent or spoke in low voices.

Outside the window was the night view of Purgatory City, the lights like shooting stars streaking across the sky, the air filled with the aroma of Demon Realm dishes, creating a mysterious and elegant atmosphere with light and shadow.

Under this lens language.

Lan Qi took advantage of the moment when no one noticed.

Silently, he healed the silver-haired demon a few times.

Suddenly, the sudden sharp pain caused the silver-haired demon, who was elegantly tasting the food, to change his expression drastically. His hands began to tremble, and he let out a wail.

Next, Lan Qi also began to imitate the silver-haired demon's state, trembling and wailing in the same rhythm and frequency as the silver-haired demon.

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The silver-haired demon noticed.

Lan Qi was using non-aggressive magic to trick him, and even deliberately humiliated him by imitating his state.

Originally, the silver-haired demon had no intention of paying attention to Lan Qi, but he didn't expect Lan Qi to be so reckless as to take the initiative to cause trouble.

Then the consequences would be quite serious.

...

At this moment, the restaurant manager, who had just returned and witnessed all this, was stunned in place.

He looked at the silver-haired demon, and then at Lan Qi. Both demons were like the disabled, their movements and sounds almost synchronized.

The manager suddenly accelerated and quickly walked to the silver-haired demon's side!

"Don't imitate or make fun of disabled demons!"

The manager shouted loudly, slapping the silver-haired demon's head.

The silver-haired demon's entire head was knocked to the side.

Insulting other customers was absolutely not allowed in this restaurant!

...

In the distance.

Lan Qi was still trembling his hands as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't seen the silver-haired demon who had fallen to the ground on the spot, focusing only on what was in front of him, using the meal with his disabled body and indomitable spirit.

No matter how you looked at it, the silver-haired demon was imitating the truly disabled Lan Qi just now.

"Cherish food, starting from every little thing," Lan Qi finally muttered to himself with a relieved expression, saying this slogan.

The public service advertisement ended here.

"???"

Hyperion's eyelids twitched.

She had underestimated the bottom line of this inhuman thing after all!