The Demon's Menu

Chapter 677 -68: How to Properly Increase Favorability

After parking the car in a nearby parking lot, Jason walked toward ‘Memory Lane’ on foot.

Strolling along the streets at night, Jason recalled the dinner he’d just had, and couldn’t help but smile.

‘The Unyielding Copper’ had never let him down.

Whether it was the warriors, the knights, or the food there.

Especially the food!

Not only was the portion generous, but the taste was also quite good.

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To put it simply, it was rough yet refined.

The sausages weren’t sliced but cut into ‘pieces’ that were just the right size for one bite.

Legs of lamb, racks of lamb lined up on the grill, it was a spectacular sight.

What surprised Jason the most was the broth in the pots as big as water jars.

The potatoes were soft and flavorful, the beef had the perfect fat-to-meat ratio, and the broth was clear and tasty.

Just thinking about it made Jason involuntarily swallow his saliva.

Although he’d just won the ‘Restaurant War’ as the first-place recipient with meals for twenty, that was already half an hour ago, and he was feeling hungry again.

Therefore, Jason was preparing to supplement his dinner in a restaurant on ‘Memory Lane’ and then search methodically afterward.

However, just as he was about to step into ‘Memory Lane,’ a young man approached him.

Even though the clothes had changed, Jason recognized him at a glance.

Bolun.

The second son of the Bolun family.

Not only because Jason had an extraordinary memory, but also because of the other’s ‘cleverness.’

A person who uses arrogance and disdain to disguise himself, achieving his goals in this way, concerns Jason more than someone who pretends to be weak to gain sympathy—the latter is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but if one always plays the sheep, one will become a real sheep one day.

And the former?

On the contrary, will always remain vigilant, constantly reminding oneself to keep within bounds.

After all, a slight error could mean death.

In the face of death, everything is equal.

And if one escapes death?

That’s a transformation.

Jason, who had mingled in the Nightless City, was all too clear about this.

That’s why the memory of the Bolun family’s second son was still fresh in his mind.

"Good evening, Lord Jason,”

Bolun bowed in greeting.

It was an ancient ritual, not the contemporary one popular among the upper class, the etiquette of this world’s past.

Clearly, it was something the other had learned in recent times.

Indeed, that was the case.

In recent times, although Bolun hadn’t genuinely come into contact with ‘Mystical Side knowledge,’ he had learned some peripheral matters of the ‘Mystical Side.’ ꭆÁ𝐍ＯꞖÊS̈

For example: ancient etiquette.

Bolun didn’t like such rituals.

He thought modern etiquette was more direct.

Yet, the young man, knowing full well that to blend into a circle one must adopt the corresponding stance, spared no effort in learning everything that should be learned.

Even disdain and aversion couldn’t stop him.

Thus, at this moment, Bolun really did resemble a noble youth from two hundred years ago.

Even ordinary clothes couldn’t mask such an impression.

Jason looked at the young man before him, remaining silent.

He knew that the other didn’t come over just to say hi.

Their relationship hadn’t reached that level of familiarity.

So what was the purpose of his visit?

Jason wondered naturally.

In the face of Jason’s silence, Bolun revealed a benevolent smile.

He had said before that there were two methods.

The timing had been wrong before, forcing the most passive option.

But now, the opportunity had arrived!

He naturally had to seize it!

Even if the possibility of failure meant being smashed to bits!

He had to try!

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With this thought, the last bit of disharmony on Bolun’s face disappeared, leaving him looking completely at ease.

"Lord Jason, may I have the honor of inviting you to dine with me?”

"Both for this encounter,”

"And as an apology for last time.”

Bolun said this with a smile, his expression composed, eyes showing no oddity, even his heartbeat was steady.

He seemed, just as he stated, to be merely making amends.

But Emily, watching from a distance, had her heart pounding like a drum.

Emily had not forgotten what Bolun had just mentioned.

Bolun was taking a gamble!

Gambling on his own destiny!

Gambling on Jason’s true love for food!

Emily immediately recalled what Bolun had said after leaving Tony’s Restaurant.

‘Lord Jason must truly love food; back at the restaurant, there was a faint sense of excitement in his eyes.’

‘Of course, it could be a disguise.’

Although it was a brief glimpse, Bolun had observed quite a bit.

Emily believed in this.

She knew how exceptional her friend’s observational skills were.

Still, she was slightly puzzled by the latter comment.

Why would anyone disguise their love for food?

Her friend had then answered.

‘Because, there is no better way to divert attention from a weakness than ‘disguise’!’

‘Creating an obvious ‘weak point’ is much better than exposing the real one!’

‘I would do that.’

‘And the ‘Ship Slayer’ could, too.’

‘The excitement in his eyes might be anticipation for food, or it might be something else—for example: plotting something with the restaurant owner? After all, Tony has a certain status in the Mystical Side, and that Ship Slayer would definitely not miss such an independent ‘ally’ if he planned anything.’

Despite that, based on the fact that Jason stayed to wash dishes in Delbon, Bolun surmised that Jason’s anticipation for food was the majority.