My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal Chapter 121: Thirteen - s: Misunderstandings are not difficu

Reinhardt furrowed his brows and pushed open the door, only to see a house with a uniquely peculiar design. With his extraordinary experience, he of course understood that he had just walked through a teleportation portal.

"What place is this? A vampire?" Although he had lost the Power of Light, Reinhardt was after all a forr Grade Six expert and also a Knight Commander who had fought on the front lines.

Reinhardt quickly confird that the unremarkable little girl before him was a Vampire, and a powerful one at that.

"Welco to the Dream Restaurant, guest. May I ask..." Succubus Betty, though very dutiful, still conscientiously went up to fulfill her obligations upon seeing a guest.

"There’s also a Succubus? You evil beings from the negative plane, who let you co up here? What are you plotting?" Reinhardt abruptly took a step back, his hand subconsciously reaching for his waist, but grasping at nothing.

Then Reinhardt realized that he had beco an ordinary person, his weapon still planted in the ground.

Lafra looked at Reinhardt with disdain. Of course, she could tell that the old man before her had once been a Grade Six professional, but what of it?

Even if this old man were to suddenly explode with potential and beco a Transcendent being, Lafra wasn’t convinced he could defeat her.

Stan didn’t even turn to look at Reinhardt. As soon as this human entered, Stan sensed the life fire within him flickering like a candle in the wind, not long for this world.

Betty also noticed the attire on the person in front of her, especially the knight’s belt at his waist, which bore the emblem of the Church of Light.

Betty couldn’t help but instinctively take a few steps back; beings from the negative plane and the Church of Light were sworn enemies, having lost count of how many had died on either side.

It was said that the Holy City of the Church of Light had the Fla Demon King’s head on display, while the chairs of the Dark Council were made from the bones of the clergy.

Although the rumors might not be credible, they did illustrate the opposition between the two planes.

Chen Ze, who had been in the kitchen, finally ca out, feeling that if he didn’t co out to resolve the situation soon, sothing unpleasant might happen.

"This guest..." Chen Ze was about to explain when he saw Reinhardt suddenly charge over, positioning himself protectively in front of him.

"This..." Chen Ze blinked, confused. What was this? Robbery wasn’t usually done with the back facing the victim. Could it be that this old man was so sort of cyborg?

Would a gun barrel erge from the old man’s back any second now, shooting him? Or was there sothing like a parasitic entity akin to Voldemort on the old man’s back, preparing to unleash an Avada Kedavra on him?

Of course, Reinhardt was unaware that Chen Ze’s thoughts had shot off into a completely far-fetched direction. He carefully guarded the civilian behind him—this pitiable fellow who had been captured as food.

"Young man, you better run quickly. I’ll do my best to hold off these evils," Reinhardt’s eyes widened in alarm as he looked around. As a Knight Commander, Reinhardt also had extensive knowledge about the negative plane, especially regarding its two most powerful beings.

The Church had always had a rule that if one encountered the two most powerful beings from the negative plane, it was permissible to retreat. This was not desertion or dishonor, but a refusal to make aningless sacrifices.

Lafra, known as the Crimson Blood Moon, was naturally one of these two formidable beings.

In that mont, Reinhardt thought of many things, even wondering if the appearance of the Crimson Blood Moon, one of the great forces of the negative plane, in the positive plane, ant so major move by the negative plane?

Was the Eternal Holy War, which had ceased a thousand years ago, about to begin anew?

"This... old gentleman..." Chen Ze was truly at a loss for words, as he now roughly understood that this well-aning old man had mistaken him for an ordinary person who had been captured and brutally tortured by evil forces.

Reinhardt frowned, he didn’t understand what was going on with the youngster behind him. Facing what could be a powerhouse of the Crimson Blood Moon, he was essentially fodder for a one-shot kill at this point.

Even when he still had his strength, he was still fodder for a one-shot kill.

"You need to leave quickly! Report the appearance of the Crimson Blood Moon to the Church!" Reinhardt urged anxiously; he wished he could kick Chen Ze out with one foot.

Chen Ze was also at a loss — why was the old man so stubborn? Couldn’t he have let Chen Ze finish speaking first?

Chen Ze could only choose the simplest thod to explain the situation.

Chen Ze waved his hand, and the Magic Circle on the ground, following his will, started to surge up, creating a barrier between Chen Ze and Reinhardt.

"You!" Reinhardt looked at the scene in shock.

"Don’t be nervous, old man. I am the owner here. This is just a..." Chen Ze began to explain.

"Are you a Dark Archmage?" Reinhardt glared at Chen Ze furiously, wishing that he had stabbed Chen Ze to death with his sword just a mont ago; that way, he could have contributed to the Church.

"Pfft..." Betty couldn’t help but laugh. Naturally, as the restaurant manager, she knew that Chen Ze was just an ordinary person. He rely had a particularly powerful Magic Circle; how had he turned into a Dark Archmage?

Chen Ze was covered in taphorical black lines.

"Sir, this is the Dream Restaurant. This place is a restaurant for people to dine in. Please don’t lay hands on my waitstaff, nor engage in combat with other guests." Chen Ze finished this sentence all at once, lest he was interrupted again.

Reinhardt paused, then looked around once more, and indeed, it appeared to be a strangely designed restaurant.

A man with a gloomy face was eating sothing white with what might have been bits of fruit in it.

And the Crimson Blood Moon was eating at, though he didn’t know what sort of at it was; it looked like the wings of so kind of bird.

This place did seem like a bona fide restaurant indeed.

It took a while for Reinhardt to grudgingly co to terms with the fact that this was indeed a restaurant, not a forward outpost for so evil force.

"Would you like sothing to eat?" Betty approached and asked.

Already seated, Reinhardt looked at the nu but didn’t recognize any of the items; he had never eaten any of them, so he was at a loss as to what to order.

"Do you have any recomnded dishes?" Reinhardt closed the nu, as he didn’t know what to pick, so he simply decided to let the restaurant choose for him.

"Of course, the manager’s daily specials are all very delicious, comprising a main course, a side dish, a dessert, and a drink. Would you like a set?" Betty recited familiarly.

"Alright then... I’ll have a set," Reinhardt nodded.

Then he watched the Succubus with the swaying tail walk into the kitchen, fighting the urge not to charge at her and send this evil Succubus back to her ho in the nether plane.

After all, this was a restaurant, and he, rely a guest.