Chen Ze was flustered; it was his first ti encountering such a situation with this little girl...
Chen Ze had seen his fair share of unlucky people, but to see a little girl so afflicted was indeed rare.
The blazing fireball radiated intense heat, and Chen Ze could feel the temperature from several steps away; one could only imagine what would happen had the fireball not been blocked by the Magic Circle.
Chen Ze looked down at his feet and gave the troll that flew in a familiar look, then he suddenly rembered; this troll seed to be the one who, without a word, had tried to jab Chen Ze with a spear before.
"This is really..." Chen Ze, unable to help but chuckle, kicked at the troll under his foot; he did not believe the creature was still alive, especially because the several large holes in its body were frightening to look at.
As expected, the troll did not react at all, and Chen Ze sighed. What was this supposed to be?
Chen Ze had always been cautious about people dying in the restaurant; even Priestess Rose, who had been treated by Chen Ze before, had made a recovery. Despite all precautions, Dream Restaurant had its first death.
Chen Ze then closed the door, for who knows what might fly in next, and with a wave of his hand, the fireball fixed in the air simply dissipated.
"This..." the little girl watched the scene in amazent, having thought she was certainly going to die just a mont before.
Chen Ze glanced at Betty, who blinked and looked utterly bewildered.
Chen Ze couldn’t help but sigh; this silly succubus had no tacit understanding at all. It seed he was far from a day when looks could communicate everything.
Chen Ze knelt down with a smile in front of the little girl and rubbed her head.
"Little sister..." Chen Ze intended to ask what was going on with the girl; this sort of bad luck wasn’t just a simple case of poor fortune.
With two potentially fatal misfortunes in a row, Chen Ze thought these odds were worse than winning the lottery jackpot of 5 million.
Then Chen Ze rembered the person who had been struck by lightning thrice and still survived...
emmmmm... Nothing in life is absolute.
The little girl’s eyes flickered with surprise and then beca a bit conflicted; after a while, she tiptoed, stretched out her hand, and touched Chen Ze’s head.
Chen Ze blinked, his face full of confusion.
What was this? Did she feel at a loss from being touched and decided to touch back imdiately?
Betty also looked puzzled at the scene before her; what was this supposed to be?
"An eye for salt, a tooth for a duck?" Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; he wanted to say if one didn’t know what to say, better keep quiet, as the expression was as jumbled as a recipe.
Chen Ze decided tomorrow he would get soone to fit a fingerprint lock on his door because this was not a way to live— who knows what odd things Betty might watch next ti.
"Uncle, if you touch my head, the bad luck will transfer to you..." the little girl blinked her big eyes and quietly explained her earlier action.
Chen Ze touched his chin in frustration, rembering he had shaved that morning, yet here he was, being called uncle again.
However, Chen Ze imdiately shook his head, casting the thought aside.
Such a kind-hearted little girl...
Chen Ze felt that if it had been him, deciding so quickly in such a situation would have been an issue.
Heaven knows how long this little girl had been cursed with this bad luck; Chen Ze thought that if he faced such life-threatening dangers every week, he’d probably break down.
"If you don’t mind, would you like to stay for a al?" Chen Ze smiled at the little girl before him, admiring the child’s kindness.
Chen Ze had been paying attention to the little girl in front of him all along. When she entered the restaurant, there was surprise in her eyes, followed by deep concern—for others.
"But..." The little girl hesitated. She herself had been plagued by bad luck for two days, from initially choking on water, to now being constantly on the brink of fatal accidents. She had realized what was happening to her.
"The person marked by misfortune"—that’s what these people were called. It sounded formidable, but only those who bore the title understood the torture it entailed.
"Don’t be afraid. Look, all those things were just fixed in place, so nothing will happen to you," Chen Ze was very confident in his magic circle, as strong as Lafra...
That wasn’t quite right. Since when had Lafra beco Chen Ze’s standard for asuring a guest’s strength?
Chen Ze stroked his chin, thinking this could be a reference. For example, one Lafra, two Lafra...
Speaking of which, Stan would be 1.1 Lafra, Elena and Andrew would be 0.01 Lafra, and this little girl would be 0 Lafra.
"Manager?" Betty waved her hand in front of him, having just noticed that Chen Ze had been daydreaming, seemingly imrsed in the little girl’s stunning beauty.
So the manager has this taste... Betty looked down at herself, and besides the height, she admitted that her figure was quite similar to that of the little girl’s...
Wait, was there sothing wrong?
Of course, Chen Ze saw the aning in Betty’s eyes. He rolled his eyes and said, "Three years at least, the maximum is the death penalty, Betty."
Chen Ze looked at the little girl and smiled as he led her to a table on the side. He had a bold idea but wasn’t sure whether it could be realized.
Yuna looked around anxiously. This restaurant was strange; she had never seen one like it before.
Yuna didn’t expect her problem to be solved. She had once asked the High Priest of the Church of Light, who after examination, gave her a sympathetic gaze.
"Child, you are marked by misfortune. This... problem has no solution," the High Priest said kindly, but his words plunged Yuna’s family into despair.
Watching her mother kneeling beside her, Yuna saw her crying, but she couldn’t hear the cries...
Yuna saw her father, a man who worked as a waiter at an auction house, always silent and reserved. His fingernails were digging into his palms, blood slowly trickling down.
Blood, so red, under the guidance of destiny, plunged into the abyss, into Yuna’s heart.
Perhaps the Priest too couldn’t bear to witness such tragedy. She knelt down and touched Yuna’s head.
"Yuna, if soone pats your head, maybe they can share so of your misfortune," the High Priest said, smiling warmly.
It was like a ray of light shining into Yuna’s heart.
"Then... dear High Priest... will I... will I die?" Yuna hesitantly asked, having heard from friends that getting sick can lead to death, unless one turns to the High Priest.
"..." The Priest was silent, looking at the little girl before him. Destiny was so unjust to bring disaster upon this child.
"No, you won’t. Yuna is so kind; you will surely go to The Kingdom of God," the Priest struggled to maintain her smile.
Yuna stood on tiptoes, strained to pat the High Priest’s head, and then stared earnestly at the surprised Priest.
"Priest, misfortune is terrifying. Yuna doesn’t want the High Priest to be marked as well."
The innocent voice, the earnest tone, and those pure eyes.
All were so resolute.
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