Doom Knight System

Amidst the discussion, the manager was so excited that he almost flinched, and tremblingly began to look for a place to arrange a meal for Lancelot. The three-star Michelin chef Ramsey was ready to take out all the precious ingredients in the kitchen.

Don't blame the manager for being so rare, the main reason is that people of Lancelot's level rarely come to eat in restaurants outside, and most of them like to settle in their own private space.

"Here we come!" The waiter shouted excitedly. First, the cars of the guarding knights cleared the way, and then a large number of reporters flocked in. The flashing lights kept on shining here as if it were daytime.

A huge red jeep that was extremely windy was parked at the entrance of the hotel. The manager of the hotel opened the door for Lancelot himself. The handsome and handsome Lancelot in a crisp white suit caused the little girls around to scream.

The appearance of Monica caused even greater commotion, and the elegant and noble temperament made people overwhelmed by it, making everyone secretly guess the origin of this woman.

Lancelot and Monica walked together like a pair of golden boys and girls, looking very harmonious.Even though countless men gritted their teeth and looked at Lancelow's hands embracing the waist of a beautiful woman, they still had to admit that Lancelow was indeed qualified to hug from left to right.

Although not all soul singers are famous, the prerequisite for becoming a soul singer is that you must have elven blood and have amazing spiritual talent.

There are legends that a man who is with a soul singer can not only enjoy the ultimate enjoyment, but also purify the radiation value and spiritual power in the body.The former Lancelow has already understood, but the effect of the latter has not yet been manifested.

"Okay, let's go in quickly, your high profile will make many people dissatisfied." Monica said slightly nervously.

Lancelot smiled slightly, stopped the waving, and said in a low voice: "What are you afraid of, except for idlers like me, which silver knight and inventor would come to patronize this small restaurant."

The manager who came up to greet him felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this, but at the moment, he could only pretend to be confused and said respectfully: "Welcome, our three-star chef, Mr. Ramsay, is here for you. I have prepared a sumptuous meal, and I hope you can taste it." After speaking, Lancelot and Monica led them to their seats.

"There is no rush for the big meal, but my friend Mr. Faraday doesn't seem to be here." Lancelow frowned, looked around the restaurant, and said, "If he didn't come, I don't need to eat this meal."

The manager was stunned, and asked suspiciously: "Today's guests are fully booked, there is no Mr. Faraday, why don't you wait for a while?"

He quickly ran through his mind, and there was indeed no one named Faraday, but now he didn't care so much, and he wanted to keep the distinguished guest in front of him no matter what.

Lancelow's mood suddenly became irritable. He hated being put on pigeons the most. He made an appointment with little Faraday at this moment, and it was not too far away, so he said with a gloomy face, "Let's forget it. Let your chef prepare a feast for other guests."

The manager became anxious all of a sudden, and didn't dare to stop him. At this time, the waiter who had served Little Faraday suddenly remembered the man in the lounge, and carefully reminded the manager.

The manager was taken aback for a moment, and then came down in a cold sweat. He bent down and said to Wang Luo, "Respect... Dear Earl Lancelot, there is indeed a guest who has been sitting here. We... we will invite him to the lounge Let's go, let's check our identity immediately to see if it is your friend."

He didn't dare to hide anything, and told the story very frankly. A candid apology is easier to solve the matter than a hypocritical concealment. There are a lot of so-called adults.

With Lancelot's status, he wouldn't bother with small restaurants.And as the hotel side, there is nothing wrong, everything is in accordance with the industry rules, and the service attitude of the hotel is not a problem.

Lancelow frowned and didn't express any opinion. He said that his words might be over-interpreted, so he nodded.

"Then just wait a moment. No matter what kind of guests they are, there is no reason to invite them to the lounge. I am very disappointed with the service of your hotel today. But fortunately, you did not choose to hide it." Lancelot said lightly, then opened a stool for Monica, and sat down himself.

On the other side, little Faraday drank water from a glass with his head downcast, and looked at the door from time to time. Since the sound insulation of the staff lounge was very good, he had no idea what was going on outside.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked open, and the waiter rushed in huffing and puffing, and asked stammeringly, "Are you... are you Mr. Faraday?"

"Yes... I'm Faraday..." Little Faraday hadn't finished speaking, the waiter blushed, bowed again and again, and said, "I'm sorry, Master Lancelot has come, they are waiting for you now, please follow me I'll go."

Faraday was too lazy to bother with this condescending waiter. He straightened his clothes and strode outside.

When he showed up, everyone in the restaurant fell silent, looking at this unattractive man in shock, none of them thought that Lancelot came to this kind of place to meet this man.

Lancelow gave little Faraday enough face, not only got up to shake hands with him in person, but also kindly introduced Monica to Faraday, and at the same time said intentionally or unintentionally: "This is the most talented person I have ever seen in the Temple of Technology. Assistant, I'm sure it won't be long before he publishes an invention that will shock the inner city."

Crash... The guests in the restaurant were full of envy and applauded. Amidst the warm applause, little Faraday blushed as if drinking a bottle of fine wine. After saluting Lancelot, he said, "Thank you for your appreciation, I I really dare not take it.”

"You're too polite, you'll get ahead without me, it's just a matter of time." Lancelot patted him on the shoulder, everyone sat down, and the whole restaurant became quiet again.

There were people of Lancelot's level present, and all of them showed the highest demeanor and quality, but some customers had already eaten, so they did not hesitate to order the meal again, in order to communicate with Lancelow and others. stay a while.For them, maybe this is the talk of a lifetime.

The manager wiped off his cold sweat and heaved a sigh of relief seeing that little Faraday didn't want to care about it. He took out the menu and said, "Good evening, distinguished guests. Our special menu today is..."