Chapter 7 Troll

Chen Ze was a bit torn; he found that his mental state might be a little off. From initially being unable to accept these bizarre occurrences, he now found himself somewhat looking forward to the arrival of the next guest.

"This is crazy, it needs to be fixed," Chen Ze summarized his state of mind.

Chen Ze took out his phone. When visitors from the Otherworld arrived, the most obvious sign was that his phone would completely lose its signal.

The flimsy 4G signal was no match for 5G and was even more insignificant in the face of the Otherworld to the point where it didn't dare show itself.

Chen Ze silently cursed the service provider in his mind.

"According to the pattern from the past two days, these Otherworld visitors seem to only come at night. I don't know what time they will come today," Chen Ze yawned, feeling a bit sleepy.

Lately, he had been staying up late, which was not in line with his usual routine.

And so, with an inexplicable sense of anticipation and conflict, Chen Ze watched videos until one in the morning without any visitors from the Otherworld showing up.

"Are you kidding me?" Chen Ze, frustrated, deleted all the records of speculated times and patterns from his phone's notes.

"Time to sleep, gotta save my own neck," Chen Ze locked the door, went up to his bedroom on the second floor, and the moment he touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Chen Ze was woken up by the sound of a horn outside.

Looking at the hair on his pillow, he felt even more depressed.

"Comb your hair to look like an adult... heh, when you grow up, you'll find that adults don't have any hair," Chen Ze quickly washed up and hurried downstairs.

"I was thinking, if these Otherworld visitors only come at night, I could still run the restaurant during the day and make some money," Chen Ze adjusted his appearance as he looked into the small mirror in the restaurant.

Today, Chen Ze had to go to the company to handle his resignation and hand over his work to a newcomer.

Chen Ze removed the padlock and placed it on the ground as he reached to pull the door open because he was in a rush.

Just as Chen Ze's hand was about to touch the doorknob, the door was pulled open from the outside.

A tall figure with green skin and ferocious fangs bent down and walked in, with a unique appearance that reminded Chen Ze of the Troll Shaman he used to play in World of Warcraft.

The moment the Troll saw Chen Ze, it raised its spear and shouted, "Oli give!"

Chen Ze wiped the drool off his face expressionlessly and then grabbed a towel and vigorously wiped his face.

The Troll looked at the human before him with suspicion, gripping the spear tightly, clearly ready to skewer Chen Ze if things went south.

"Calm down, calm down, sir, this is Dream Restaurant, welcome," Chen Ze took a deep breath and smiled at the Troll in front of him.

"@%□!" Once again, a string of unintelligible words followed, leaving Chen Ze feeling utterly exhausted. How could he communicate with no common language and belonging to different species?

He feared the next second he might be impaled on the floor by a spear.

Chen Ze raised his hands high; since they couldn't understand each other's language, they had to communicate through gestures. Surely the purely submissive act of raising hands was something the Troll could understand?

The Troll looked at Chen Ze, who had raised his hands, paused, and then unleashed another stream of unfamiliar speech.

"This is why I hate dealing with those whose brains are all muscle, without Arcane Wisdom I have no idea how to communicate with them," Chen Ze looked at the spearhead, which seemed quite sharp, and felt a bit panicked.

Chen Ze swore if he could ever meet a communicative visitor from the Otherworld again, he would definitely learn Arcane Wisdom.

The Troll, seeing that Chen Ze did not respond, seemed even angrier. It raised its spear and thrust it forcefully towards Chen Ze's head.

Chen Ze stared blankly at the spear, his mind a blank slate. Was this how he was going to die?

Just as the spear was about to pierce Chen Ze's skin, a mysterious and peculiar Magic Circle appeared beneath his feet, and the tip of the spear hit the light barrier of the Magic Circle.

The Magic Circle didn't even ripple.

Chen Ze collapsed to the ground, relieved to have survived, as he stared at the Troll fleeing the restaurant, his heart filled with the fear of nearly being killed.

"I'm fucking..." Chen Ze patted his chest, feeling a bit breathless. He really thought he was going to die just now.

"Troll..." Chen Ze leaned on the chair and slowly stood up, his eyes blazing with anger.

Chen Ze was never the kind to repay evil with good. If he suffered a loss, he would definitely seek to take back control, and he clenched his fists in fury.

Chen Ze patted his chest and sat on the chair, trying to relax his tight nerves.

"What was that Magic Circle?" Chen Ze certainly remembered how he had survived, and curiously looked at the floor, but there were no patterns on the floor.

"But my life is safe, which is great. But what about next time? I can't expect the Magic Circle to always save me; I need my own way to save myself." Chen Ze rubbed his head irritably.

He did not like the feeling of entrusting his life to the unknown.

"Do you still have that Light Cheesecake today?" A very familiar voice.

At the sound, Chen Ze looked up, and the door was pushed open once again, but this time, two people—or should I say, two dragons—entered?

Chen Ze looked at the person on the left, recognized him as the customer from last time, and to his right was a golden-haired man with vertical pupils, smiling at him.

"Yes, there are also new dishes, would you like to try them?" Chen Ze was somewhat joyful, not expecting the solution to come so quickly.

"New dishes? What are those?" Sebastian excitedly shook his tail.

"Sundae, French-style Sundae Buffet."

"Give me two Light Cheesecakes and two Buffets!" Sebastian made it clear that money was no object to him.

Chen Ze nodded with a smile, then made his own request.

"This meal will be paid for with knowledge," Chen Ze said, feeling somewhat uneasy, as this was his first time negotiating terms with a dragon.

"Knowledge?" The golden-haired man turned his head curiously toward Chen Ze, surprised that there were humans who did not appreciate wealth.

"Yes, I want to learn the spell 'Arcane Wisdom,' which allows communication with other intelligent beings!" Chen Ze had a deep impression of this magical spell.

"Alright," the golden-haired man agreed to Chen Ze's terms directly and decisively.

Chen Ze, having received the response, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went back to the kitchen, intending to see if he could whip up a special dessert.

"Sebastian, are you sure that what's it called—Light Cheesecake here is really good?" The golden-haired man looked skeptical.

"Of course, Riesel, I guarantee you won't be able to forget the taste after just one try!" Sebastian assured confidently, patting his chest.

Meanwhile, Chen Ze was contemplating life in the kitchen. It seemed like his luck wasn't bad today, having improvised a special Buffet, but looking at its effects, he felt a bit anxious.

[The forced Sundae gained the effect of 'Fragrance Lingering for Three Days' and 'Feast for the Eyes'.]

'Fragrance Lingering for Three Days' was understandable, but what on earth was 'Feast for the Eyes'?