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Chapter 310 "Gentleman" and "Nobleman" 6

"Oh, dear guests, I was just about to come find you." Anderson met the players descending the stairs and immediately began to act out the mission plot. "We've run into a bit of trouble. The dinner might not be able to go on as scheduled. I'm so sorry!"

Anderson's expression was exaggerated, as if he had really encountered a huge trouble and was really worried about the party in the evening.

Mo Heng's smile was gentle, and his eyes, filled with worry as he looked at Anderson, seemed to express deep sympathy for Anderson's situation. "That's terrible, Mr. Butler. How can I help you? I have a good personal relationship with Count Dumont, so please don't be polite with me."

Anderson smiled in relief at Mo Heng's words. "Oh my God! You are such a kind guest. Although this may be a little offensive to a gentleman like you, could you please help me check in the kitchen? Our chef may need some help."

"With great pleasure." Mo Heng bowed slightly.

"So...where are the guests?" The other five people hiding in the corner were startled by Anderson's sudden approach.

The old butler moved quickly in front of the few people like a ghost, with a kind smile on his face, but it made people feel creepy.

"Would you guests be willing to contribute to the Du Monte family?" The butler tilted his head, his eyes filled with undisguised malice, as if he didn't care what these ants thought.

Fortunately, although the five players were weak, they were already experienced veterans. Their heartbeats only quickened a bit, but they did not show any flaws on their faces.

"Of course, it's our honor to be able to help Count Dumont." Russell quickly composed himself and nodded to Butler Anderson.

Anderson was not very satisfied with the performance of several people. Their demeanor lacked the grace of a gentleman or lady, which was really disappointing.

Despite this, Anderson didn't embarrass them any further: "Then I'll trouble you all."

As soon as Butler Anderson disappeared at the end of the corridor, several players quickly stepped forward and walked to Mo Heng's side without hesitation.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Mo Heng smiled gently and harmlessly, as if he had noticed them for the first time.

"Butler Anderson asked us to help in the kitchen. Why don't we work together?" Russell gave Mo Heng a tentative smile.

Mo Heng didn't have any objections. Instead, he looked apologetic. "Of course you can. But I'm really sorry, my cooking skills are terrible, so I probably can't help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Tian quickly responded, "We can do it! You don't have to worry about cooking. I'm not bragging, I worked as a chef for a few years before, so my skills are definitely up to par."

Mo Heng nodded, accepting them, picked up his crutches, and continued walking downstairs.

The five players didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and they guessed that this big guy might be easy to talk to, so they felt relieved.

The mess on the first floor hadn't been cleaned up yet, but the path leading to the kitchen was open, making it easier for them to pass through.

Jia Tian did not lie, his cooking skills were indeed good, but this was based on the premise that the ingredients were normal food.

When he saw the bloody meat on the counter, his scalp went numb.

"Oh~ dear guests, it's so great to have your help. Look at me, I actually forgot to prepare the most important ingredients for the dinner. I need to go out now, and I need your help to prepare some of the dishes for the dinner."

The head chef was a strong blond man who spoke with a thick dubbed accent.

The tall head chef said this, turning around and pointing to the unknown variety of meat on the island. He said to them, "This is the meat for the barbecue at the dinner party. Please prepare ten barbecues for me while I'm away!"

Jia Tian stood at the front of the line, and the chef's eyes naturally fell on him.

Stared at by the chef's confused gaze, his back was soaked with cold sweat. He feigned composure and replied, "Of course, no problem, Mr. Chef."

Before leaving, the chef seemed to want to cause trouble for the guests, and his eyes swept over several people as if he was selecting delicious snacks.

The players' hands have quietly reached into their sleeves and pockets, ready to take out props to defend against the chef's surprise attack.

However, the chef's gaze lingered behind the players for two seconds before his expression changed slightly. He then quickly turned and left without even bothering to say goodbye to the players.

The temperature in the kitchen is very low, perhaps because it is located in a corner on the first floor of the castle, so it is also very humid.

The moisture, mixed with the cold, seeped into the players' clothes, making them shiver.

The chef's departure did not make things any better. Instead, when the player's attention fell on the bloody lump of raw meat, a disgusting smell hit him.

"What kind of meat is this? It's not human flesh, is it?" Jia Tian spotted Mo Heng's position from the corner of his eye. The young man, leaning on a cane, stood gracefully behind them. He grew a little bolder and approached the counter, holding his nose.

Russell dodged the unidentified stain under his feet and also walked to the edge of the island, carefully observing the muscle texture and bone structure of the raw meat. "It's not human flesh, more like some kind of wild animal. Look at its thick bones, its skeleton must be quite large, conservatively estimated to be twice the size of a human."

"Could it be just ordinary beef?" Wang Linlin naively held on to a small fantasy.

Russell didn't laugh at Wang Linlin: "If that's the case, then we are really lucky."

No one wants to cause any trouble in this A-level copy. They just want to complete the task safely and live well.

"Let's divide the work. The chef didn't say when he would be back. If he comes back soon, we'll be finished before we finish the barbecue." Jia Tian took a quick look at the kitchen facilities. Since the castle was very old, the facilities were also very old, so it was not easy to cook a meal.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Mo Heng stood a few meters away from the island, his right hand resting on a cane, not intending to approach. In his left hand, he held a clean white handkerchief over his mouth and nose, his eyes cold, as if he was extremely disgusted with the environment.

"No need! We can do it, you just sit down and take a rest!" Yan Yang's eyesight was perfect at this time. Seeing that there were no seats around, he took the initiative to find a chair from his props and put it next to Mo Heng.

As long as Mo Heng doesn't leave the kitchen, everything will be fine.

Mo Heng took a look at the decent solid wood chair, without being picky or refusing, and sat down gracefully.

Although these ants are weak, they are still quite cute. Mo Heng tapped his fingers on his cane, and his mental evaluation of these little guys turned positive.

"Knock, knock, knock!" "Mr. Chef, are you there?"

A young man's voice came from the door, scaring the players.

"Knock, knock, knock!" "Mr. Chef?"

The person at the door did not break in, which seemed to be a fixed plot, and the players felt relieved.

Seeing that the hands of several people were covered in blood, Mo Heng took the responsibility of opening the door.

"The head chef has gone out for something. Is there anything I can help you with?" Mo Heng opened the door and saw the guards with long swords at the door, and asked in a light tone.

The guard was surprised to see so many people gathered in the kitchen. After scanning a few people, he said to Mo Heng, "The young master is hungry. I came here to get his afternoon tea."

Hearing the word "young master", Mo Heng's eyes lit up and his expression became more sincere: "I'm sorry, as you can see, we are preparing for the dinner tonight, and I'm afraid we don't have the afternoon tea you need."

The guard seemed a little anxious when he heard this. He frowned and sighed, "What should we do..." The young master was famous for his bad temper, and he, a small guard, could not afford to offend him.

It seemed the young master's spoiled temper had put the young guard in a difficult position. Mo Heng considered himself a kind and good citizen, so he wouldn't sit idly by.