Chen Ze lay in bed, unable to sleep, not due to insomnia or any other factor.

He was contemplating a problem, and that was why his girlfriend, Lafra, hadn’t come today?

"It seems Lafra said she was going to the prime material plane to fetch my ale today, but I have no idea what’s happened..." Chen Ze yawned. He had thought about pressing the Magic Spirit Stone, but he was worried about disturbing Lafra, so in the end, he chose to go to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the prime material plane, Lafra was visiting the Pope’s exhibition with a look of irritation on her face.

"Crimson Overlord, look, these are the weapons our Church of Light is about to equip—Sun Potion." The Pope smiled as he led Lafra to a display with several dozen bottles of the potion.

The shiny, translucent liquid emitted a faint glow, and Lafra frowned; it resembled the sun somewhat.

"This thing, you just do this..." The Pope picked up a bottle of Sun Potion as the guarding Knight respectfully gave a bow.

Then, the Pope threw the bottle against the opposite wall, resulting in a sphere of light that lasted for ten seconds and emanated the sun’s rays and warmth.

"Although it only lasts for ten seconds, it can still achieve its purpose." The Pope’s smile was tranquil, but Lafra was not in a good mood.

Lafra was a Blood Ancestor, the original progenitor of the vampires. She was not afraid of sunlight and had no weakness against any specific thing.

However, Lafra knew many vampires who hadn’t reached the rank of Baron still suffered harm from the sun’s rays.

It was the same for weaker female specters, so the motives of the Pope, that old undead, for showing her this were clear without saying.

"Looks not bad. It’s quite good for providing some sunlight to the flowers in my castle." Lafra waved her hand, and all the bottles of Sun Potion on the display were collected into her spatial pouch.

The face of the guarding Knight stiffened, but the Pope immediately waved his hand, and the Knight bowed respectfully again.

"I have yet another centerpiece for the exhibition!" The Pope then led Lafra to another display.

This display was even more special; at the entrance stood two lines of elite Knights and two Cardinals.

Lafra walked in nonchalantly, then saw a cylindrical object about two meters in length.

"What is this?" Lafra stared at the object before her, sensing a very strange energy orb inside it.

"This is the masterpiece of our Church of Light’s chief alchemist, Einstein Newton Tesla!" The Pope was proud.

He had just picked up on the unspoken implication in Lafra’s comment that their Sun Potion could only be used to bully cannon fodder and had no effect on High Grade Professionals.

But this device, the Pope had personally tested, could easily kill a Grade Seven professional.

"This is the Truth Bullet because it’s too powerful, so I just..." The Pope patted the metal pillar, Truth Bullet, a name given by Tesla. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"No problem, I want to try it out. After all, no matter how powerful it is, it can’t pose a threat to you, old man, can it?" With no outsiders present, Lafra spoke more casually.

"Heh, in your presence, I am but a young fella, but that’s also my intention, you old hag." The Pope chuckled coldly, then in an instant, he deployed a protective Magic Circle that enveloped the entire room housing the Truth Bullet.

Then, a mushroom cloud rose, but it was confined within the room by the Magic Circle.

"How about that?" The Pope looked at Lafra, his face calm.

Lafra dug at her ear with her little finger, "Not bad, I guess."

The Pope didn’t speak, instead giving Lafra another look before leading her to see other things.

During the tour, Lafra witnessed some strange inventions, such as the long-range attack weapon Avada Kedavra, which could penetrate the shields of Grade Five mages.

However, her mood greatly improved whenever she thought of Tesla, her master. Glancing at the Pope, Lafra noticed the smug smile on the old man’s face. How long can you keep that smile? she thought. Wait until that person gets bored and decides to show his hand, and you’ll find that the one you took for a fool has now become your master.

That person’s name... seemed to be... Nyarlathotep?

As soon as that name crossed her mind, Lafra tensed up and felt she was being watched by a mad, foolish gaze.

Endless whispers, a glance that felt as eternal as ten thousand years, and just as Lafra was about to enter a battle-ready state, the gaze vanished.

"The manager’s girlfriend... don’t call my name without good reason in the future. If you need me, feel free to call," a message was left for her.

"Crimson Overlord, what’s wrong?" In front of outsiders, the Pope used a different title.

"Nothing’s the matter, shepherd of the God of Light, I’m just... remembering something joyous," said Lafra, shaking her head with a smile, while wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

Just what kind of beings has my boyfriend become involved with? she wondered.

The Pope looked at Lafra and furrowed his brows; he always felt that she seemed to belittle these inventions.

What wasn’t quite right? Did she have another card to play?

Lost in thought, the Pope became pensive.

The next day, Chen Ze got out of bed, leisurely washed up, and then went downstairs to check the brine pot.

Overnight, the tail of the Edelman Wild Boar seemed to have changed color a bit?

Chen Ze rubbed his eyes, checked again, and indeed, it had changed—a very subtle change, but still noticeable to him.

"Quadruple Speed is worth it... otherwise, who knows how long it would take to cook this tail properly," Chen Ze shook his head, then added some water and spices, and unlocked the front door.

Chen Ze planned to sell the two roast ducks today. Otherwise, if they went unsold, they’d have to be consumed internally—a significant loss, indeed.

"I hope Sebastian and his group come soon... I heard Dragone has a good appetite too? But please, don’t let Stan come; that guy only eats at Buffet," Chen Ze silently contemplated.

Chen Ze immediately shook his head. It didn’t matter which customers came, all were welcome.

The sound of the Wind Chime interrupted Chen Ze’s thoughts. Since he didn’t hear Betty’s voice, he walked out to greet the customers.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant, esteemed guest," Chen Ze said, before he noticed this time’s customer.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, wearing a white dress, with black hair tied with a bow. She was barefoot, without shoes or socks.

However, Chen Ze was a bit puzzled because his first glance failed to see the girl’s mouth.

It wasn’t that Chen Ze was acting inappropriately by specifically looking at the girl’s mouth; it was just that standing there, the girl seemed to have no mouth at all.