Chapter 2055 Da Vichyssoise <TOC> Chapter 2057 Boil Gentleman
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In a life where he was extremely deficient in gourmet research, with a knack for creating Magic Bread tasting like stinky socks, this was probably the most heartfelt meal Angel had ever prepared.
Da Vichyssoise, with an incredulous expression, excitedly said, “This, is this for Da Vichyssoise?”
Angel nodded faintly, “Yes, for the adorable Da Vichyssoise.”
Angel deliberately prefixed ‘adorable’, which made Da Vichyssoise’s squinty eyes, squeezed by fat, suddenly sparkle with bright light.
“Yes, I am the most adorable Da Vichyssoise!”
Regaining confidence, Da Vichyssoise inhaled sharply towards the plate.
The Magic Nourish Meat, dipped in Prapa’s Tears, was sucked into Da Vichyssoise’s mouth in one go. After chewing for a moment, it was swallowed.
“Eh?” After finishing the meal, Da Vichyssoise suddenly exclaimed.
Angel looked at Da Vichyssoise, feeling slightly nervous.
“Although the dessert has little taste, it is rich in primal power. It feels like my stomach walls are being gently massaged by a pair of soft hands. So comfortable!” Da Vichyssoise’s face beamed with joy: “Great, the adorable Da Vichyssoise can eat a thousand more plates!”
Seeing Da Vichyssoise’s joy, Angel finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this meal he had painstakingly prepared was not disliked.
Had he passed this hurdle?
As Da Vichyssoise excitedly shouted, Angel’s gaze slowly shifted to the banquet’s long table.
On the long table, there are a total of eight seats. There are three seats on each side, each equipped with a set of cutlery, and two seats at the front and back of the table, which are the main and secondary seats of honor, also each with a set of cutlery.
This indicates that, besides myself, there are seven guests expected at this dinner. Mademoiselle Goldilocks and Da Vichyssoise each occupy a seat, leaving five more yet to arrive.
Angel is unaware of the order of the esteemed positions of the ‘Moon’s Chosen’, but Da Vichyssoise occupies the second seat on the left, while Mademoiselle Goldilocks is in the third seat on the right.
From the previous conversation, it can be inferred that Da Vichyssoise, in terms of both strength and status, is likely superior to Mademoiselle Goldilocks. Could it be that the seats are arranged in descending order of status and identity from top to bottom?
If this is true, does it mean that the seats next to mine will be occupied by individuals of higher status and identity than Da Vichyssoise and Mademoiselle Goldilocks?
Of course, the seat directly opposite me is also considered a seat of honor. Under normal circumstances, it could be speculated that the person sitting there, apart from me, might be the highest in status and power at this banquet.
Could it be that legendary Minister who is said to have descended?
The more Angel contemplates this, the more apprehensive he feels. Facing so many unknown and powerful beings, can he continue his roleplay smoothly?
Although Angel feels uneasy, he is now in a situation where he must persevere, like an arrow already on the string.
He can only hope that the upcoming guests will be as manageable as Da Vichyssoise.
As Angel ponders this, a bright light suddenly flashes at the distant pitch-black door.
When the halo fades, a sharp laugh and a low chuckle, as if emanating from deep within the nasal passages, simultaneously fill the hall.
All the guests at the banquet turned their attention towards the door. Angel, too, did the same, albeit in a seemingly indifferent manner, glancing briefly at a distance before slowly averting his gaze.
Though it was just a fleeting look, Angel still captured the image of the newcomer in his mind.
The new arrivals were not alone but came in a pair.
At first glance, they appeared to be women in dresses based on their body shapes, but a closer inspection revealed that they were neither humans nor any beast species familiar to Angel.
Both stood around two meters tall and looked quite similar, except one was entirely in black and the other entirely in white; from their curly long hair to the scales on their faces, and even the huge steel crinoline skirts they wore, along with the smoke billowing out from under the skirts, were clearly distinguished in black and white.
At first sight, they somewhat resembled the demoness Nythotep from the Seven Seats of the Void Obelisk.
“Highness Shava, they are Lord Nooka’s most favored Black Maid and White Maid, currently the overseers of Heart’s Content,” Angel was pondering the identity of the guests when Mad preemptively introduced them.
From Mad’s words, it was understood that Angel, or rather Shava, was still, like Da Vichyssoise, not familiar with the Black and White Maids.
This was a piece of good news, at least there was no worry of being too familiar and risking exposure.
After the Black and White Maids entered the banquet, they didn’t create a commotion like Da Vichyssoise but calmly took their places. However, their ‘taking a seat’ wasn’t literally sitting on chairs. Given the massive steel crinoline skirts they wore, it was difficult for them to sit normally, so they simply stood at their respective spots.
The Black Maid stood at the second position to the right, while the White Maid took her place at the third position on the left. Their posture was dignified, with hands crossed in front of their abdomens, embodying the epitome of an elegant and noble lady, that is, if one could overlook their appearances.
After standing in their respective positions, they immediately started talking.
“I never imagined I’d have the chance to sit at the same feast as the esteemed Highness Shava. This alone would let me boast for a thousand years back in my mouse hole,” said the White Maid, her eyes gleaming with joy. Her gaze towards Angel was tender and affectionate, as if she were looking at a lover.
However, the White Maid’s face was covered with pure white scales and lacked ears, making her appearance quite terrifying. Angel, though unfazed by her appearance, still felt somewhat uneasy.
As Angel was pondering how to respond to the White Maid, the Black Maid let out a sharp, piercing sound: “You said before that if I accompanied you to this filthy world, you’d boast in the mouse hole for a hundred years! You mentioned a hundred years was the limit, so why now a thousand?”
After speaking, the Black Maid’s look towards Angel changed from initial respect to a hint of wariness, as if she feared he might take away something precious to her.
The White Maid chuckled deeply: “Don’t fuss over time. For us, time is just a meaningless number.”
“But you lied to me,” said the Black Maid.
“It’s not really a lie, since the mouse hole I’d boast about doesn’t even exist, right?” the White Maid said with a smile to the Black Maid, “Don’t sweat the details. Arguing in front of Highness Shava would disappoint Lord Nooka.”
The Black Maid’s expression shifted slightly but she said no more.
Although the dialogue between the black and white maids was brief and trivial, Angel still discerned some nuances hidden beneath the surface.
Based on Angel’s earlier assessment of the seating arrangement, the Black Maid should be more powerful and of higher status than the White Maid. However, between the two, it was actually the White Maid who seemed to dominate.
The black and white maids, evidently not as easy to deal with as Da Vichyssoise, showed outward respect towards him. However, Angel could clearly sense that this was merely superficial compliance, their true reverence was reserved for “Lord Nooka” they mentioned.
This could be inferred from the White Maid’s last words to the Black Maid.
Chapter 2055 Da Vichyssoise <TOC> Chapter 2057 Boil Gentleman