Chapter 63: Ranchi's Public Service Announcement

difference in skill level, the ink and paint on a painting should leave some magical traces. If one possesses an extremely precise magical recognition ability, they can perceive the magical characteri...Chapter 63: Rance's Public Service Announcement

The Maowang Yici Restaurant is bathed in bright lights that reflect off the high-quality black decor. The elegant tables, comfortable chairs, and exquisite cutlery all exude luxury.

Light danced in the corners of the tiled floor, handmade ice glistened, wine bottles shimmered, and the steam from newly served dishes all seemed more dazzling under the refracted glow.

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The devilish waiter gracefully placed the ordered dishes before Lance and Huberly, then said.

She gracefully placed the ordered dishes in front of Ranch and Huberly, like a professional aristocratic attendant, her movements steady and smooth.

This appetizer features bite-sized pieces of grilled, fresh beef seasoned with herbs, fried rosemary leaves, and thin slices of pear, all served atop a slice of dark bread.

Another dish appears to be a thick slice of venison, marinated with salt and black pepper, then pan-fried until the exterior is crispy and the inside is tender. Black truffle slices are placed between the venison, releasing an intense aroma. It is accompanied by a spiced snowdrift and a glass of red wine juice.

The last box of dessert is adorned with a spherical dark chocolate ball filled with a layer of caramel cheesecake, topped with sea salt that adds depth. Its glistening appearance suggests that with just a gentle tap from a spoon, the smooth caramel sauce will flow out.

Since the silver-haired devil got there first, Ranchi and Huberlian weren't able to order any more advanced dishes.

For now, they could only order a few regular dishes.

However, the current presentation is enough to feel that this branch of the Demon King's Gift Restaurant in the academy respects both food and guests.

Hubert looked at the dishes on the table, wondering what Lance was up to.

"Lancer, you can't use familiars here."

Hubert whispered.

In this restaurant, bestowed by the Demon Lord, there is a rule resembling "No pets allowed", forbidding any demon from summoning familiars and beasts.

Without the card "Da Ai Shi Ren" as Ranch's final boss, most of Ranch's strategies will be ineffective.

Even in a restaurant, he couldn't provoke anyone verbally. Even if Lance wanted to play mind games, he couldn't do anything now.

"Hubert, as long as we follow the rules here, that should be fine. I'd like to make a public service announcement for viewers watching the broadcast around the world, promoting the idea of 'honoring conservation and shaming wastefulness.'"

Lan Qi's words were full of sincerity. He didn't really care about the silver-haired demon's slightly hostile actions earlier. His only concern was that the silver-haired demon's decadent lifestyle of drunken revelry would negatively influence the teenagers watching the live stream.

As a model team of civilization, it is necessary for them to lead by example.

Instill positive and healthy values, set a good example.

"What do you want..."

Hubberly felt a pang of unease, but before she could voice her concern, she saw Lance had already begun.

I noticed that for some reason, there was a slight change in Lanchi's complexion.

"Mr. Manager."

Lance raised his hand and called out lightly.

The manager approached them with a worldly gait, far more approachable than the silver-haired devil who had put the whole restaurant on edge. Lanch and Huberlian seemed to handle him easily enough.

"Excuse me, sir, I feel a little uncomfortable in my chest. Do you have any warm drinks here"

Lance looked at the manager, his hand shaking as he held up his glass.

His voice sounded painful and hoarse, like a wounded beast trying to hide its ailment.

Yes, please wait a moment.

After the manager nodded, he took the empty glass from Lance's hand and walked toward the distant liquor cabinet to serve him as requested.

Next.

Lance looked like someone with a physical or mental disability. He trembled as he held his cutlery, eating his meal and letting out whimpers of pain.

If this were in the human world, because of this feature being too strong, sometimes it might attract some low-quality children to bully him, such as imitating this disabled person together.

This kind of behavior is extremely deplorable.

But you wouldn't typically find such a mundane demon in a high-end restaurant in the Netherworld.

Across the restaurant, at a long table on the other side.

The silver-haired demon's eyes glanced at Lance, a smirk playing on his lips that seemed to be a mixture of disdain and regret. He then briefly looked at Hyperion before withdrawing his gaze and refocusing on his feast.

That radiant demon was weak and powerless, even needing the pity and care of a female demon companion. Even after graduation, he was just a pathetic creature who couldn't hold his head high in the demon world.

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

The ranch's existence was, for him, a slight joke, a brief glimpse.

He was quickly overwhelmed by the dishes he had eaten and the wine he had drunk.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was tranquil, like a black treasure chest, with only little lamps twinkling like diamonds.

On the black tablecloths rested tableware and glassware. Each table had a small menu card, and most of the diners were either silent or spoke in hushed tones.

Outside the window is the night view of Purgatory City. Lights streak across the sky like meteors, and the air is filled with the aroma of demonic delicacies mingling together. The interplay of light and shadow creates a mysterious and elegant atmosphere.

Under this lens of language.

Lance took advantage of this moment when no one noticed.

Silently, Bang Yin helped the silver-haired demon heal a few times.

Suddenly, a sharp, unexpected pain struck. The silver-haired man, who had been gracefully enjoying his meal, turned pale and his hands began to tremble as he let out a cry of agony.

Next, Lan Qi also began to mimic the silver-haired demon's state. He trembled the spoon and made the same frequency and rhythm of mournful cries as the silver-haired demon, perfectly synchronizing his movements and sounds.

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The silver-haired demon noticed.

Lance was using non-offensive magic to harass him, even deliberately mimicking his state to humiliate him.

The original silver-haired demon had no intention of paying any attention to Lance anymore, but Lance unexpectedly went out of his way to provoke him.

Then the consequences would also be quite severe.

……

At this moment, the restaurant manager, who had just returned, witnessed everything and froze in place.

He looked at the silver-haired demon, then at Lance. Both demons moved and spoke as if they were handicapped, almost in sync.

The manager suddenly quickened his pace and rushed to the side of the silver-haired demon!

"Don't imitate or prank disabled devils!"

The manager roared and slapped the silver-haired demon across the head.If I can pull it off, it'll be perfect."But Lanchi's tone lacked confidence.If Hubert could be housed with Talia, then he and Frey could keep a safe distance from him.Then when the time comes, just wa...