I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 198 He wants to do it himself?
"What about people?"

Hart walked down the stairs and asked the waiter.

"In the box," said the waiter.

"Did you order?" Hart said.

The waiter nodded, "Set meal A, one big and one small."

Then, under the astonished eyes of the waiter, Hart walked directly into the back kitchen next to the stairs, where several chefs were making other people's orders.

He rolled up his sleeves directly, took an apron from the hook on the side of the door and tied it around his waist, pushed away a chef, and started making the food for set menu A with his stove.

As Hart went downstairs, Atley came down with the rest of the Mafia.

This staircase just happened to be able to see the waiter standing at the door, but the godfather was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's the godfather?" Atley asked the waiter.

The waiter came back to his senses and pointed to the kitchen.

Atley frowned and walked down the stairs, looking in the direction he pointed, his pupils zoomed for a moment.

After a while, he came back to his senses, frowned and whispered, "What's going on?"

"I don't know." The waiter was also a little at a loss, "He just asked the two people what set meal they ordered, and then went straight into the kitchen."

Atley seemed to realize something, and turned his head suddenly to look at Hart, who was standing in front of the stove, grilling intestines like an ordinary chef.

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Do you want to do it for those two people yourself?
It's no wonder that Atley showed such an expression.

Mafia has developed into a terrifying behemoth in the Mediterranean region these years, and as the head of this behemoth, Hart has become a legend in this region.

Even those aristocratic nobles had to give way to him when they saw him.

He has only seen someone come to curry favor with this legend, but he has never seen this legend curry favor with anyone.

But now, he saw...

His expression changed, and he lowered his voice and said to the chef, "What are the backgrounds of those two people?"

"I don't know." The waiter was also a little confused, "I've never seen them before."

Atley frowned slightly and thought about it, he whispered, "I'm hungry too, arrange a set meal for me too."

"Yes!" The waiter bowed his head.

"The environment here is much better than in the past, there are even boxes." Shaar looked at the environment of the box.

This is a box for four people, which is quite spacious, but although it is a box, it is not airtight.

There is a large window that opens outwards on one side, and you can see part of the fjord's blue water and snow-capped mountains.

But the sound from outside was well isolated by this box.

Alicia nodded, "It should have been thought out."

While they were talking, the door of the box was opened, and Hart walked in with a plate in one hand, and placed it in front of Shaar and Alicia.

It was exactly the same as the set meal that Shaar ate when he was in the imperial capital. There were sausages, poached eggs, and some grilled mushrooms topped with sauce, but the difference was that the presentation was more delicate.

"Long time no see, Mr. Shaar." Hart smiled.

He also nodded to Alicia, "And Ms. Alicia."

"Yeah." Shaar nodded and said, "It should be less than half a year."

Seeing that Hart was still standing, he motioned Alicia to sit beside him, and then pointed to Alicia's previous position.

"sit down."

"Wait a moment." Hart said, "There is also black tea in the set meal."

He turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen, and a waiter came over holding a plate, and Hart took the plate from him and placed it on the table.

On the plate was a beautiful printed cutlery set with two glasses.

Hart carried the teapot and poured black tea into the two cups.

When the teapot was lifted, you could still see the inscription in Chinese characters on the bottom of the teapot, which should have been imported from Beichen.

According to the traffic of this era, the price of this set of tea sets should be high.

After placing two cups of black tea on the sides of Char and Alicia, Hart sat opposite to Char.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me this time?" Hart asked.

"If there's nothing wrong, can't I come to you?" Xia Ya teased.

"Nothing." Hart smiled, "I'm just asking casually, after all, you haven't shown up for half a year."

"There's been a lot going on during this time."

Shaar picked up the knife and fork on the plate in front of him and started cutting the sausage.

"Recently, it has been a little restricted, so I came to see some friends."

He put the sliced ​​meat sausage into his mouth, bit through the casing, and the rich aroma of meat bloomed in his mouth, fat but not greasy.

"Well, it's better than the past." Shaar nodded.

"After all, this is Sasili." Hart said with a smile, "The local beef must be better and fresher than the exported beef, and I roast it myself."

"It's indeed your craft." Shaar nodded while chewing.

After a pause, he asked, "Speaking of which, with your current status, you shouldn't need to open a shop, right?"

Hart smiled, he was silent for a moment, his eyes gradually deepened with memories.

“The experience of the past few years is really like a dream.

Do you know how big Mafia is today?

Even for me, it's hard to imagine sometimes. "

"Troubled times are always accompanied by many opportunities." Shaar said, "Your existence just fills people's needs."

Hart nodded in approval, paused, and continued.

"People make too much leap in a short period of time, and they will always become vain and unable to recognize themselves.

I don't want to be that kind of person myself, so, I opened this store. "

He looked around, "Here is my original ideal.

It's a very small ideal, but for me at that time, it was out of reach.

The existence of this store can always remind me of my original intention and my past.

Here is the anchor in my heart. "

"You are very smart." Alicia said, "Many people claim to be smart, but you don't see it clearly."

"You are overrated." Hart laughed. "I just wanted to do what I should do."

Xia silently cleared the food on the plate, then drank the black tea on one side, wiped his mouth with the tablecloth on the other side and said.

"I don't have cash with me."

Hart just wanted to say no, but then saw Shaar pull out a gold coin from his body, with an H engraved on one side, and a big tree with luxuriant branches on the other side.

"Just use this as a reward."

Hart took the gold coin and looked at it in his hand. It was very heavy, but lighter than pure gold coins.

"It's called the Gold Mark." Shaar said, "It's not pure gold, don't spend it, pass it on.

It makes a difference if some of your offspring are uniquely endowed.

Maybe, it can lead your family to another fate..."

On the gold mark is a simple magic power detection magic. If the magic power is detected, the gold coin will become an invitation.

Shaar discussed with Tony, even if their wide-area magic power detection radar is successful, it is still impossible to include all the people who are qualified for magic power.

After all, due to Shaar's interference with fate, there will be more and more qualified people with magic power in the future. With a population base of billions, the number of people with magic power is huge.

But there is a limit to the capacity of Hogwarts.

So in the future, we will not only recruit those qualified for magic power, but also screen the talent of these qualified people for magic power.

And this invitation is a ticket that can pass through talent screening.

Although Hart didn't know what it was, after hearing Shaar's description, he subconsciously grasped the gold coin tightly and looked at it again.

He clearly knew that what the existence in front of him gave would not be ordinary things.

In the past, he just asked for a blessing, and he avoided a death, and even became the head of a super-large organization all over the Mediterranean.

He didn't shirk it, this is not a social field for human accidents.

Their identities are not equal.

For the existence in front of him, he doesn't need his favor at all.

It would be a kind of disrespect if such an existence bestowed on oneself something to evade.

Shaar tidied up his sleeves, then got up and said.

"Thank you for the hospitality. We have to meet our next friend. I am very happy to see you as always."

"I'll see you off." Hart got up from his seat, and walked out with Shaar and Alicia.

Atley, who was sitting in the corner of the hall eating breakfast, finally saw the appearance of the two people who were treated like this by the godfather.

One of the women was wearing a hood and couldn't see clearly, but the man was different. To his surprise, he originally thought it would be an old man in his dozens of years, and he guessed it was a noble person like a duke.

But surprisingly young.

looks like it should have
Atley frowned, somehow, he couldn't estimate the age of this person.

Although he looks only in his 20s, he behaves like a person in his 50s and [-]s, with a very stable temperament.

But the most striking thing is Hart's gesture.

Slightly bowed and followed Xia's side, with a cheap smile on his face, he sent them all the way to the door.

It wasn't exactly flattery, but it was an enthusiasm he had never seen in the godfather before.

Watching the two leave, Atley also got up and walked over and bowed.

"godfather."

Hart's smile gradually subsided, and his face became as calm as before.

He didn't even look at Atley, but still watched Shaar off, until the figures of the two completely disappeared from his sight.

He said in a low voice.

"I have investigated your matter, and you really didn't get involved much."

Atley hurriedly lowered his head, "Nothing can escape your eyes."

"Even so, I wanted to remove you initially.

After all... a person who can't even manage his own subordinates well, how can he manage a branch in a region well? "

Atley swallowed lightly, his eyes dimmed a little, but when he was about to respond, he heard Hart say.

"However. I'm in a good mood today, so I can give you a chance."

Atley came back to his senses, nodded with joy, "Yes!"

"You know, I don't have much patience."

"There will never be a next time!" Atley said solemnly.

Hart didn't respond, but turned around silently and walked upstairs.

Seeing that Hart had completely disappeared from his sight, Atley was relieved, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

To be honest, he still doesn't know whether the godfather is really in a good mood, or he is deliberately using this to beat himself up.

He is always unpredictable.

But if it's really because of a good mood, you can save yourself from punishment.
He raised his head and looked towards the end of the street where the two disappeared.

That should be because of these two people...

Xiaya didn't care about what happened after he left.

They have arrived at Cole Street in the imperial capital at this moment.

The funeral home of their long-lost friend Sebastian, the god of death, is here.
Xiaya remembered him yesterday when drinking the black tea he sent.

He hasn't visited the castle for a long time, and he doesn't know if he has returned from a business trip in Europe.

Except for paying attention to some people he cares about, Xiaya doesn't often use clairvoyance.

After all, staying at home alone and spying on the world with clairvoyance always feels that you will develop some bad habits.

He had really only wanted to come see him at first, but stopped by to see Hart before he had breakfast.

They came to the door of His funeral shop. The door was open, and they presumably came back.

But as they walked through the door, a strange man wearing a death suit was sorting out something in front of the container.

As if he noticed someone coming in behind him, he turned his head.

"Sorry, the boss here is not here now."

But when he saw the person coming, he was slightly taken aback.

Alicia's pupils shrank slightly after seeing that person's face.
(End of this chapter)