Chapter 35: Owner of the Golden Card
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Sabot’s rage instantly lowered the temperature around him.
Tom Weasel, however, only gave Sabot a nonchalant glance and regained his exaggerated tone. “Neehahaha. Here’s a friendly reminder from Weasel. The rule of Barbie’s Restaurant: a card owner can enter, and a card owner can bring a number of guests, depending on the card’s rank.
“Those without a card, please return with one next time.” Tom Weasel made a “please go away” gesture towards Sabot.
Sabot was about to burst in rage.
Tom Weasel grinned wide again, but those squinted eyes contained malevolence this time.
“If you have a question about the restaurant rules, please submit a complaint to the manager on duty. Today’s manager is Greasy Bird Neo. Shall I call that roasted chicken here?”
Greasy Bird Neo? Sabot never heard of that name.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Flora and Sunders frowning unconsciously upon hearing this name.
Sabot felt a s.h.i.+ver on his back.
He calmed himself and measured the situation in his mind.
Whoever that Greasy Bird Neo was, he should not cause trouble now.
With those two formal wizards here, if he made a scene now, he would become a laughing stock.
Laughing stock?
He suddenly recalled Flora’s smile earlier, and the conversation he had with her, and finally understood why Flora had been giving him all those weird smiles. She planned to make fools out of them all along!
He was angry again, although he did not show it.
“So they can get in because they both have a card?” Jellal, who had been standing near Sabot, walked up and asked Tom Weasel.
Weasel made a ballet spin and spoke, “Neehaha! Nope! Only Mister Sunders has one, but his bronze invitation card allows him to bring two people with him.”
“Can we get an invitation card now?” Heroline also asked, frowning. She was not here for the restaurant, but she still wanted to see the legendary place since she had the chance.
Tom Weasel shrugged. “Weasel doesn’t know how the cards are distributed.”
“I heard that Greya gave them out according to her mood. Plus, her favorite way of giving out cards is throwing them away,” said Flora. She giggled, “You can try looking around for them, maybe you’ll find one Greya just tossed!
“But, maybe only a rumored golden card can bring so many people in!”
With that, Flora turned away, made a “toodles!” gesture towards everyone, and vanished into the depth of the door.
As for Sunders… he was not even interested in any of the argument. He had already reached inside the restaurant without stopping.
…
In front of Barbie’s Restaurant.
People were looking at each other in embarra.s.sment. It was not a big deal for the apprentices, but the three wizards really felt humiliated.
However, rules were rules. They could not possibly start a war against Barbie’s Restaurant just because they could not eat.
Thinking about the stakes, Sabot simply shook his head. Greya was a Level-1 Wizard just like them, but she was from a ruthless organization. There were all kinds of psychos in there, and they all happened to be fond of protecting their own kind.
Besides, Sunders and Flora already stepped inside. Sabot did not know why Sunders was looking for the restaurant. However, since he spent several months, even dragged The Redbud into this, there must be a reason. If they fought Greya now, they might have to go against that terrible man as well.
Even if they won, they would get nothing out of it besides some useless pride.
In the end, Sabot gave up his intention to force his way into the restaurant.
“You all heard. Let’s go,” Sabot sighed. He said, “Mister Sunders is not here anymore, so I bet he’ll leave us alone for now. Let’s take the chance and get out of here, so he doesn’t suddenly change his mind and fight us when he comes out.”
Sabot called Jellal here because of Sunders. Since they would not get anything from Barbie’s Restaurant, they might as well get away from Sunders and return to Fey Continent in one piece, fulfilling their mission.
With that in mind, Sabot brought everyone to leave.
Suddenly, Tom Weasel looked towards the cabin entry of The Redbud with a strange expression. He spoke in a surprised tone.
“Oh… There’s another honored guest beside Mister Sunders. And it’s a…”
Weasel paused a while before saying, “A golden card owner!”
A golden card owner?
Tom Weasel said that aloud, so Sabot heard him as well.
A golden card owner here? Who is it?
“Maybe it’s ‘Dryad’ Boko?” Heroline pondered.
Jellal closed his eyes and waved his metal staff. Then he re-opened his eyes and shook his head. “Not him. I don’t sense his presence within a hundred kilometers.”
Then…?
Sabot looked at the apprentices from the Three Major Wizard Organizations. One of them had a golden card?
However, all of them were just as lost as he was.
Tsk. How could one of the apprentices possess a golden card when the true wizards did not even have one?
But…
Whoever might the owner be? Since even wizards could not have a golden card?
Everyone looked at Tom Weasel again, who was talking in a singing voice.
Weasel did not intend to hide at all, or rather, he did not find it necessary to hide the truth. Barbie’s Restaurant always gave their best treatment towards the owner of a golden card.
Under everyone’s gaze, wearing his signature laughter and peg-top ballet spin, Tom Weasel made a great leap from the restaurant door, left a white trail in the air, and landed on the deck of The Redbud without causing the tiniest bit of dust.
He took out his microphone again from some unknown place. He also took out a gentleman’s top hat this time.
While walking his splay-feet steps, he put on the hat. His tattered clothes also became cleaner with each of his steps. When he finally stopped in front of a surprised young man, Tom Weasel was wearing a completely different look. The mad, s.h.a.ggy creature had turned into a pa.s.sionate, gracefully dressed gentleman wearing clean, glossy hair.
The same idea reached every supernatural’s mind: he still looked the same creature, but he was giving out a totally different aura now.
The brand-new Tom Weasel stopped himself in front of the young man and performed a complicated, yet melodious invitation etiquette.
“Neehahaha! Dear honorable golden card owner, welcome to Barbie’s Restaurant. I’m your personal receptionist today, Tom Weasel Eel. You can call me Eel.”
The simple words were filled with politeness and good manner. It was completely from the mouth a n.o.bleman’s servant if one did not mind the signature laughter.
The other supernaturals nearby stared their eyes wide. They thought Tom Weasel was his real name. Was he hiding his true name because he was not being polite to them?
Sabot’s expression turned dark again.
However, he realized that Tom Weasel did not even use his real name in front of Sunders. Maybe it was not so important after all.
At least they knew Tom’s name now.
The young man on the receiving end of Tom Weasel’s etiquette, on the other hand, was at a complete loss.