Chapter 111 Chapter 111 The Last Supper.
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The passionate symphony echoed in the spacious room, and the music reached its climax.
Li Xiaoqi stood like a deacon, his hands on the dinner plate.
Behind him, inside Elizabeth's leather case, Dazai Osamu bit his lower lip, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
He was dragging a small cart behind him, and white mist was continuously pouring out from the dry ice on the cart.
In addition to the dry ice, there is also a brown speaker with golden spots flashing.
When Dazai Osamu saw Li Xiaoqi stop, he squatted in front of the cart and used the wooden sign in his hand to fan away the mist produced by the dry ice.
The fog spread and gradually surrounded Muzan Kibutsuji and his group.
After a while, the room became like a fairyland shrouded in mist, with the air floating in the air without obstructing the view.
Muzan Kibutsuji looked at the fog around him, raised his eyebrows in curiosity, and looked up at Li Xiaoqi.
At this glance, Dazai Osamu's actions were reflected in his eyes.
The corner of Muzan Kibutsuji's mouth twitched almost invisibly and he fell silent.
He fixed his eyes on the speaker that was playing music, feeling as if he had seen something like it somewhere before.
Kokushibo knelt with his back straight, without losing any of the dignity and bearing of a nobleman.
He was puzzled and asked, "What is that talking box?"
Akaza twisted his body uncomfortably, avoiding the touch of the mist.
"It's just a meal, there's no need to make such a fuss, right?"
Douma raised the corner of his lips, and his sitting posture was not as straight as Kokushibo's. His legs were casually crossed, his right hand was supported on his knee, and his palm was holding his chin.
He held a fan in his left hand, stirring the mist in the air.
"You don't understand, Lord Akaza. This is romance."
"Hmm—it's a word that came from the West. I remember it was pronounced Romantic in English?"
Douma read out English words, but his intonation was strange because his pronunciation was not standard.
【Hahahahahahahahaha!!!】
[Once again wondering if I had joined the Gintama crew]
[Manual atmosphere set: Dazai, Elizabeth, Doraemon, and Ji]
[There are too many slots, and a new one is needed at this time]
【Laughing and getting rich family members】
[Speaking of which, Muzan, you guys...are really waiting patiently for your meal.]
【Celebrate the impending tragedy...!!!】
[Why don't you stop speaking English?]
[Hahahaha, this English has a strong flavor]
On the live broadcast interface, the gift-giving special effects almost occupy the entire screen.
Then, there was a wave of laughter at Douma's accent.
Li Xiaoqi looked around, mused, and said, "Gentlemen, our dishes today are not traditional Japanese cuisine, so the way of eating needs to be changed."
"Mr. Muzan, what do you think?"
Muzan Kibutsuji stood up with a bright smile on his face, "See Miss Nana's dining car is Western style, I understand."
Kokushibo stood up and looked at Li Xiaoqi calmly.
Akaza frowned, "Isn't this how you eat?"
Douma looked over, spread his hands helplessly, and sighed.
The sigh sounded in Akaza's ears, and Akaza's forehead jumped. He walked behind Muzan Kibutsuji and decided to stay away from Douma.
Douma looked puzzled. "Hey, Mr. Akaza, why did you leave? We were sitting together."
Akaza looked over coldly, his face full of dissatisfaction, as if saying something like "Why did you leave me? Don't you have any idea?"
That’s because your boss is here, there won’t be a fight.
Li Xiaoqi complained in his heart.
Just as she finished complaining, she felt her hand rising.
Li Xiaoqi snapped his fingers, and his clothes changed into elegant butler uniforms as if by magic, and his long silver-white hair was tied into a high ponytail.
Dazai Osamu was stunned, and the words on the wooden sign in his hand changed rapidly.
So cool!
Li Xiaoqi bowed again and performed a standard deacon's salute. "Well, excuse me then."
Her eyes flashed bright white, and the moment she stood up, she disappeared from her spot and leaped into the air.
Kokushibo held the hilt of the sword and stood in front of Muzan Kibutsuji.
Muzan Kibutsuji held Kokushibo's shoulders and shook his head, an irresistible cold look flashed in his eyes.
Kokushibo stepped back and loosened his grip on his sword.
Suddenly, a long European-style table and five chairs appeared in the center of the room.
Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched, and he felt that the table and chairs looked extremely familiar. Even the marks of wear and tear on the chairs were exactly the same as he remembered.
A white plate, knife, fork and soup spoon appeared in Li Xiaoqi's hands. She spun around in the air, and the plate flew out like a dart, landing steadily on the table, and spaced out in an orderly manner at the same distance.
The next second, she fell to the ground, and the knife, fork and soup spoon between her fingers were launched out and landed next to the plate very accurately.
Seeing this action, Dazai Osamu held up a wooden sign and praised it repeatedly.
Muzan Kibutsuji looked at Li Xiaoqi inquiringly and asked, "I always feel that Miss Nana is very powerful now. Her aura is different too."
[Very cool, right? Don't be fooled by her usual nodding and agreeing to everything, but when she gets serious, she's actually quite impressive.]
Dazai Osamu threw out two wooden signs before he could express these words clearly.
"Now it seems that it is indeed so. Those movements are clean and neat. Even a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles would find it difficult to achieve such a standard."
Muzan Kibutsuji smiled slightly and began to praise.
The battle-hardened warriors Kokushibo and Akaza present:?
Those are just skills for show. Lord Muzan, look at what you said. Where does it put us?
Akaza looked at Muzan Kibutsuji in disbelief, with a look of hesitation in his eyes.
Kokushibo calmly exhaled, adjusted his breathing, and said, "As a strong man, it is a good tactic to adopt a humble attitude when facing those who will bring benefits to yourself and your companions."
Douma looked at Kokushibo and took out his fan to play with it. "Kuroshibo-sama, even though I say that, this is the first time I've seen Muzan-sama so gentle."
"If Bantian Gou and Yuhu saw this, they would be so shocked that their eyes would pop out of their heads."
As he spoke, he chuckled twice, probably imagining such a scene in his mind.
Kokushibo gave him a warning look, "You don't need to know the unknown places of Lord Muzan."
Douma nodded and groaned, "Okay, okay—"
Li Xiaoqi raised his lips slightly and raised his hand to push his glasses tighter. "Then, gentlemen, please take your seats."
Muzan Kibutsuji nodded slightly and sat in the middle, with Kokushibo on his right and Akaza on his left.
Douma originally wanted to sit next to Muzan, but Akaza was called over by Muzan Kibutsuji and sat in the seat he wanted.
Douma sighed helplessly and sat quietly at the edge.
"I am not worthy."
He said sadly, looking at Li Xiaoqi eagerly.
Li Xiaoqi received Douma's pleading gaze and pretended to look away casually.
In an instant, Douma emitted a black aura and picked up a fork, poking the plate continuously.
The favorability level on his head suddenly increased from 30 to 35.
Li Xiaoqi: “…”
Her right eye twitched.
I always have a bad feeling.
Li Xiaoqi turned his head and bent down to pick up the dish, just facing the live broadcast screen.
[Ahhh, Xiao Qi (Sakamoto ver) is so handsome! ]
[Glasses Queen! Poke my XP]
[Shashasha, Xiaoqi has a distinguished appearance from a distance, but up close, her features are beautiful and a bit charming.]
[It turns out I'm not worthy hahahahahaha]
Douma: I’m different from you.
[Hashira Giyu, Oni Douma (Dog Head)]
[Douma's favorability...? ]
【Grinding head, you like to put it in play】
How did the tables, chairs, and tableware appear? There was no system prompt for them.
[Hehe, a tip for all you deaf and blind people: it’s a gift from Nakadashi.]
[I checked the gift announcement in the comment section, and it’s true]
What do you think of "Chuuya Nakahara gifting a set of European-style tables and chairs (including tableware) to the Port Mafia office?"
When will Hongye, Dr. Mori, and everyone in the Detective Agency see the live broadcast? It will definitely be exciting then.
[As for the detective agency... let's just go with the main storyline's detective agency. The if storyline is so cruel.]
From the beginning of the show to now, except for the beginning when the audience would post words related to "Odasaku" in the barrage, this name rarely appeared later as if by agreement.
Occasionally there would be comments like "Odasaku" or "Odasaku x Dazai", which would be covered by a large amount of barrage after a moment's appearance.
Colorful barrages of comments flashed across the live broadcast interface, and lines of text were reflected in Dazai Osamu's eyes. He lowered his eyes, as always, to hide the emotions that surged in his heart.
Walking alone in the darkness, Dazai Osamu had long been accustomed to burying all his emotions in the deepest part of his heart.
Li Xiaoqi placed the dishes one by one on the table and opened the lids one by one.
In an instant, a complicated expression appeared on Muzan Kibutsuji's face.
"Ms. Nana, these dishes are..."
A cream stew emitting a black smell, a pitch-black omelet, the Judgment bathed in purple soup, and a super energy pot where a slime blinks and bathes in the pot.
Douma's face turned pale, and he took out his folding fan to cover his lips. "Our Miss Nana, don't you know much about cooking?"
Kokushibo and Akaza clenched their fists, and a look of nervousness flashed across their faces for a moment.
Li Xiaoqi picked up the bowls and plates and began to serve food to everyone.
She scooped a little bit of all four dishes into white bone china soup plates and placed them one by one in front of Muzan Kibutsuji and his group.
The four dishes were mixed together to form a strange dark brown unidentified object.
As a result, Muzan Kibutsuji's expression became even uglier.
"Is this really edible...?"
Douma's voice trembled and he had an incredible look on his face.
Kokushibo pursed his lips slightly and said in a deep voice, "Since this is a dish prepared by an honored guest, then as the host, we must taste it carefully to show respect to the honored guest."
Almost instantly, Muzan Kibutsuji turned and looked at Kokushibo.
Kokushibo felt the gaze and immediately understood the implied meaning.
Wuzan: Do you want me to eat shit?
Kokushibo: “…”
Li Xiaoqi stood aside, his body straight, his right hand on his waist, and a napkin hanging from his arm.
"Please rest assured, this is the specialty of our Space-Time Administration."
“It uses precious ingredients from Teyvat. Although it may not look very appetizing, it has a fragrant aroma and tastes excellent.”
Muzan Kibutsuji fell silent, but gradually smelled the aroma of food.
As Li Xiaoqi said, the aroma is rich and you can smell the fragrance of meat juice and the fresh aroma of fruits and vegetables. It is not like the unpleasant smell that came from the tip of your nose when you smelled human food in the past.
"The fragrance is not bad."
Akaza picked up the spoon and looked at the dark brown food with a stunned expression.
He hadn't smelled such food aroma for a long time, and it seemed as if someone was calling him in his memory.
“…It’s time to eat—”
"Come over quickly after training."
"Is it tasty?"
Douma blinked, scooped up a spoonful and observed it.
"How should I put it? It feels like a scented shi... um!"
Akaza was quick-witted and pressed Douma's head into the plate.
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