"I don’t think so," Chen Ze shook his head, rejecting Betty’s request; he couldn’t possibly let Betty get Mr. Momonga drunk with Sorrow Sake.
Putting aside whether Sorrow Sake could even intoxicate an undead creature, even if it could, Chen Ze wouldn’t agree to it.
Chen Ze didn’t want his custors to get so drunk they couldn’t pay their bills, which would be a very troubleso matter.
What if Mr. Momonga ended up drunk and couldn’t return? How would Chen Ze charge for the al? And finding a place for a drunken custor to sleep was another issue; Chen Ze didn’t run a hotel, after all.
"Co on~" Betty pouted and left; she had just been pushing a virtual ga and was about to finish a dungeon when she got interrupted by Mr. Momonga.
"My Onyxia!!!" Betty wailed inwardly, as she has just caught a glimpse of Onyxia’s reins, just a mont away from winning, and then the connection was lost. Only ghosts knew how explosive Betty’s emotions were at that mont.
Although she kept in mind that she was a waitress and the custor wasn’t at fault, Betty still felt uncomfortable.
"Boss, another serving of skewers!" Mr. Momonga once again let himself go in the restaurant, causing Chen Ze’s lips to twitch. He rembered that Thunderbrew Lager wasn’t that strong...
Looking at the boisterous and happy Mr. Momonga, Chen Ze shook his head but still prepared another chicken skewer for him, mixed with so garlic.
Chicken skewers in Japan could be considered a national favorite; most izakayas would have them.
"Chicken skewers, it’s been a long ti since I last had these..." Mr. Momonga took a satisfied bite, also enjoying the garlic, which he used to add to his ran.
"Mr. Momonga, how many have you had?" Chen Ze asked as he looked at Mr. Momonga’s flushed face, sowhat puzzled.
Even though Mr. Momonga now had a human face, it still looked a bit strange.
"A dozen or so, I think, I can’t rember..." Mr. Momonga belched, and at this mont, Chen Ze didn’t see a supre being but a regular custor.
"Yo, boss, got any cheap daily specials today?" The door was pushed open, and a bald head popped in.
"Teacher, is this to celebrate becoming a B-Class Hero?" Budget Warrior Genos followed behind.
"Wow, a baldy!" Mr. Momonga looked at Saitama with surprise on his face.
"Hey! Who are you calling baldy, damn it!" Saitama imdiately got annoyed. His strength had beco overwhelming, but being bald was still a source of distress for him.
Suddenly, Mr. Momonga, who seed to have drunk too much, accidentally revealed his skeletal head.
"Teacher! Is that a monster?" Genos lifted his hand abruptly, as he saw Mr. Momonga’s head.
He didn’t think he was mistaken, so this person in front of him had to be a monster.
"A monster dares to co to the boss’s restaurant?" Saitama was instantly displeased. He looked seriously at Mr. Momonga. This restaurant was a delicious and cost-effective one!
Moreover, the boss seed to be a friend of his, so Saitama was even less likely to allow a monster to cause trouble here.
"Don’t be nervous, Saitama, Genos, this person is also a custor," Chen Ze quickly intervened to stop the Budget Warrior from burning through more funds.
He was afraid that Saitama would get serious. Although his restaurant was great, and the Magic Circle’s defensive capabilities were top-notch, Chen Ze wasn’t planning to test it frequently.
If there were ever a problem with the Magic Circle and it failed to hold up, wouldn’t that just be bringing unpleasantness upon himself?
"Custor? Hey, are you drinking beer? And skewers too?" Saitama naturally heard Chen Ze’s words and moved closer.
Then, Saitama imdiately noticed the skewers placed in front of Mr. Momonga, emitting a delicious aty aroma.
"Eh? You too? Want to join us for a al?" It was clear Mr. Momonga was losing himself again.
"Sure, why not, Genos? Let’s have a al with this interesting guy," Saitama said with a smile as he and Genos took a seat.
After a while, Chen Ze looked on with a deadpan expression as Mr. Momonga and Saitama were slinging their arms over each other’s shoulders, drinking beer.
"Eh, eh, eh! Saitama-san, I didn’t expect you to hold your liquor so well, hahahaha~" Mr. Momonga laughed like a fool.
Chen Ze couldn’t rember how much beer this guy had drunk, which made him even more certain that he shouldn’t sell Sorrow Sake to Mr. Momonga, or he might pass out after just one drink.
"That’s right~ My... *hic*... alcohol tolerance is naturally not bad either~ Genos, have a drink too?" Saitama, looking at his disciple, lifted his glass.
"Sensei, I don’t drink." Genos shook his head. Being a cyborg, he couldn’t get drunk anyway.
Moreover, he thought that drinking was pointless, as it only affected the brain with alcohol and was harmful to the body.
"Ah, co on, you’re no fun. Drinking is an important step on the road to becoming a hero!" Clearly, Saitama was spouting nonsense.
Though it was a relaxing step, Saitama felt there was nothing wrong with what he said.
"Is... is that so?" Genos always felt he was being deceived, but his teacher was so powerful...
So Genos also picked up a glass.
The scene that followed reminded Chen Ze of a bill he had seen online.
A dish of peanuts, another dish for drinking, followed by one beer after another, resulting in a bill of over 700 yen just for beer.
"Betty, how much have they drunk?" Chen Ze didn’t count; it was better to ask Betty.
"Boss, they’ve gone through a keg already," Betty reported from the side.
"Betty~ Another round of beer!" Mr. Momonga raised his glass again.
"Okay." Betty went over again.
In the end, Mr. Momonga, Saitama, and Genos drank about a keg and a half of Thunderbrew Lager before they finally stopped.
"Boss... Here’s the paynt for the al!" Ainz Ooal Gown handed Chen Ze a ladle, which left Chen Ze a bit perplexed.
"*Hic*... This is... um... sothing that can.... reduce the ti needed to... simr soup..." Mr. Momonga still managed to explain before being led out by Betty.
"Mr. Manager, will this be enough?" Genos, clearly not drunk, took out a thick stack of yen from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Hmm, it’s fine." Chen Ze nodded; it looked like his cabinet was going to be one item richer.
After seeing off a slightly tipsy Saitama and a completely sober Genos, Chen Ze finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I feel like the restaurant was full of the sll of alcohol just now." Chen Ze waved his hand to disperse the lingering scent around his nose.
"Manager, I feel like I’m getting drunk just from the sll," Betty pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling like she would get drunk from the aroma alone.
"Calm down," Chen Ze rolled his eyes; how co he wasn’t getting drunk from the sll?
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