My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal Chapter 392 - Two Hundred and Fifty-Two: I’m Just Looking fo

"Indeed, he is a famous detective from Japan, but his abilities are pretty good, and he has solved many cases," Chen Ze pondered for a mont. How many cases had Kudo Shinichi solved? Chen Ze couldn’t even count them all, but Kudo Shinichi had gone from being a famous detective of the Heisei Era to a famous detective of the Reiwa Era.

"Oh? Such an evaluation coming from a restaurant owner makes quite interested in this famous detective. How old is he now?" Moriarty, upon hearing Chen Ze’s assessnt, couldn’t help but beco curious.

"Age? He’s still a high school student, probably around sixteen or seventeen." Chen Ze thought for a mont, even though the Detective Conan series had been published for many years, Kudo Shinichi’s age had never increased, as if ti in that world had stopped.

"A high school student? Sixteen or seventeen years old?" Moriarty’s interest was piqued at once, knowing that being so young and already a famous detective definitely separates him from the riff-raff; everyone who becos famous at such a young age does so because of their talent, especially in the detective profession.

"Yeah, though it’s a bit strange," Chen Ze shook his head. If you added up the days since the release of Detective Conan, Kudo Shinichi should be close to his forties by now.

"This is really interesting. So, do you know when this famous detective might co by?" Moriarty asked with a smile, taking a bite of chestnut rice and smacking his lips in satisfaction.

"I don’t know because the reality of the wooden door is one thing, but when guests co is up to them. So guests might not co for a long ti, while others might co every day." Chen Ze shrugged his shoulders, for as much as he was the owner of his restaurant, he had no control over when the custors would co in.

"I see, I was hoping to see the famous detective’s style in person," Moriarty was a bit disappointed, but didn’t mind too much and continued to eat his food.

"Mr. Restaurant Owner!" The door was pushed open, and along with the sound of Wind Chi, Ronna’s figure also entered.

"Ronna, you’re here? Do you want to eat sothing today?" Betty bead at Ronna; she was very fond of this young girl.

"Sister Betty, this is for you." Ronna took a string of yellow flowers from the basket she was carrying, which looked quite pretty.

"Thank you, Ronna, you’re so cute. Co on, sit down," Betty walked Ronna in and found her a place to sit down.

Chen Ze looked at Ronna; the girl was very restless today, looking around until she confird that Nyarlathotep wasn’t there, then lowered her head in disappointnt.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, thinking that can’t be right, sothing was not making sense.

There’s sothing not right about you!

Chen Ze felt a bit of a headache coming on, but still, he went over to her; he had to pull Ronna out of this quickly. Liking anyone but Nyarlathotep... hadn’t she considered if her world could withstand the presence of such a being?

"Ronna, are we having pizza again today?" Chen Ze smiled at Ronna, ruffling her hair.

"Mr. Restaurant Owner... The gentleman from before isn’t here, is he?" Ronna looked quite disappointed.

"Mm, that gentleman isn’t here," Chen Ze felt a strong urge to retort internally, what was going on here.

"Oh..." Ronna’s voice trailed off as she looked down.

"Then, I’ll bother you for a pizza, Mr. Restaurant Owner, thank you!" However, Ronna quickly regained her spirits, which relieved Chen Ze. As long as she didn’t see Nyarlathotep for a long ti, eventually she would forget.

Chen Ze relaxed quite a bit and then went back to the kitchen to start making a pizza for Ronna. It really wasn’t difficult to make, and by now, Chen Ze was quite fast at it. It just took so ti to bake the pizza, that’s all.

"Betty sister, those Burgundians have been getting more and more out of line recently," Ronna pouted, tugging at Betty’s clothes.

"What happened?" Betty listened patiently, but she didn’t notice that the professor sitting by had slowed down his eating significantly.

"They ca to my village, attacked us, and set fires; they almost burned the whole village down!" Ronna was furious—if it weren’t for those Burgundian people, how could there be so many refugees in the village?

"Excuse , young lady, may I ask your na?" Moriarty smiled warmly at Ronna.

"Eh? Sir, hello, my na is Ronna Dake." Ronna was quite intrigued as to why the man sitting and eating would ask her na, but she answered anyway.

Chen Ze stood in the kitchen feeling a bit helpless, not expecting that Moriarty indeed had a curiosity about Ronna and now even asked for her na. Surely he must know by now that this little girl was Joan of Arc, the one who led to England’s humbling defeat.

"And where are you from?" Moriarty nodded and then asked another question.

Ronna did not answer but looked at Moriarty suspiciously. Her mother had told her to be careful of bad people when outside.

"If you answer, I am willing to pay for five more slices of pizza for you," Moriarty spoke, seeing Ronna’s wariness, and smiled as he offered his bait.

As experience proved, the saying "food is the God of the people" was more than just talk. No matter who it was, if one couldn’t solve the problem of hunger, it was impossible to seriously consider other matters.

Ronna gave in instantly—it was five slices of pizza. Although Chen Ze had never took her money, Ronna still cared about this issue, and now that this gentleman, who looked wealthy, was willing to pay for pizzas, she was naturally inclined to agree.

"Sir, I am from France, that’s what my father says," Ronna answered quickly, and then she watched him as if afraid that Moriarty wouldn’t fulfill his promise.

"Store owner, please add five more pizzas for Miss Ronna, and put it on my tab," Moriarty waved his hand, and Chen Ze nodded to show he heard.

Moriarty turned back to his al, but he was internally shaken.

As a learned man, Moriarty’s scholarship was unquestionable. He himself was a very impressive professor, and the na Joan of Arc was all too famous in England.

Although it was an infamous one.

"Ronna, do you believe in miracles?" Moriarty spoke again.

"I didn’t before, but I do now," Ronna nodded affirmatively and then glanced at Chen Ze. Clearly, in her heart, Chen Ze’s restaurant was a miracle.

"Ronna, it is your destiny to drive out the English and lead the Dauphin to Lance for his coronation ceremony," Moriarty looked at Ronna seriously.

Chen Ze furrowed his brow. What did this an? What was the professor planning to do?

Moriarty gazed at Ronna thoughtfully; he had an idea in mind.