"That's it, my lovely Jean child, you always let my expectations down, I'm very disappointed. If you do this, I won't like you anymore!" Hearing this, Sophora Pasteur pouted like a child, took a sip of the soup angrily, and said.

Cold sweat broke out on Gene's back, and he quickly explained, "But, Lord Sopho, I already know who the table is in!"

"Oh, didn't you say last time, on that person?" Sophora Pasteur frowned for a while, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of it, so he said casually.

"Mr. Sopho, I was cheated! In fact, that table had been dropped by Gallia, the owner of the reveller's hotel! Gallia hid it in a secret place."

Gene said this by guessing.

In fact, in addition to the traces of the table feet in the cellar, he also investigated the operation of the hotel.

On the day William came, he ordered a lot of delicacies, which were purchased by Gallia himself, and the speed was very fast.

But Gene asked several families near the hotel and learned that Gallia had not purchased it from them.

Also, the guy in the carnival hotel told me that during that time, there were many high-quality goods in the hotel, such as rum.

You know, in the past, the revelers' hotels could only provide inferior ale.

All in all, if there is no trick, even if Gene will kill him, he won’t believe it!

"So the table is in the hands of this little girl! Humph! Little Gene, why are you so stupid? Since you know, you won't snatch it back!" Sophora Pasteur looked like he was so disappointed.

"Galia is dead, Lord Sopho! That table is gone!" Gene replied.

"Hmph! Little Gene, you are really getting more and more come and you are getting less and less adorable! I'm angry!" Sophora Pasteur gasped.

When the waiter next to him saw it, he quickly patted Sophora Pasteur's back and let him feel better.

Gene hurriedly finished all the words, "Sir Sopho, I already know whose hand is the magic table?"

"Who is it?"

"Zorro!" Sophora Pasteur was about to be angry, and Gene threw William out directly.

"Zorro? Zorro chicken?" Sophora Pasteur first remembered this famous dish that has become popular in the past six months.

Gene smiled bitterly in secret, but he did not dare to show his face, "Lord Sopho, Zorro is an adventurer that has emerged recently. He often attacks robbers, so he is also called the Light of Justice by those untouchables!"

"Hahaha..." Sophora Pasteur sneered at this, and then his face froze, "My cute little Gene, I don't understand what you are still here to do!"

Gene heard the murderous intent in his words, felt cold in his heart, and quickly kowtowed, saying, "Mr. Sopho, I will go after Zoro now! No matter where Zoro is hiding, I will definitely deliver that magical table to you."

"Hehehe...this is good!" Sophora Pasteur smiled innocently like a child.

Gene focused heavily and was about to leave. At this time, Sophora Pasteur licked his fingers and suddenly said, "By the way, little Gene, you just said, what kind of hotel owner has deceived me? Where is the boss?"

"Diet! Lord Sopho! I suspect it was killed by Zorro!" Anyway, there is no need for evidence for doubting people, Gene said.

"Oh, what a pity, I'm so alone, I died like this." Sophora Pasteur said regretfully, "I haven't tortured him well yet, let him know the price of deceiving me..."

This is the reason why you feel sorry for it. Unfortunately, Gene dared not say this in his heart.

After pausing, Gene heard Sophora Paste say again, "Oh, by the way, does he have any relatives? Or someone he knows? Little Gene."

Gene pushed Glisha out without hesitation, "I brought Gallia's wife here, Lord Sophora."

"That's so perfect! I want to think about how to punish her!" Sophora Pasteur tilted his head and thought attentively.

Suddenly, he slapped his face and said happily like a child, "I have it, I thought of it."

"Aren't you talking about Zoro chicken just now? Now let's be a Zoro guy... Oh, no, this is the idea I came up with, it's called Sophora people. Hahaha, this is the dish that the smart gourmet guy Sophora came up with."

"First let the chef wash the woman clean, shaved all the hair on her body, then cut the neck, put the blood clean, then cut it down from her throat, take out all the internal organs, wash it clean, then apply spices and salt inside and outside, wrap it with Stibene leaves, apply mud on the outside, make a mud ball, and finally place it in the fire to burn it!"

"Ah... I think it tastes delicious when I think about it! I can't wait!" Sophora Pasteur shouted, "Go and ask the chef to make this dish!"

Sophora Pasteur ordered the waiter next to him.

A waiter next to him trotted away.

"Little Gene, do you want to give me some? I promise that the taste is definitely something you have never tasted." Sophora Pasteur's expression at this time was like a child having something delicious and wanted to share it with others.

"Thank you, Lord Sopho, but I think that only people as noble as adults can eat such delicious food." Gene's heart was disgusting and he refused politely.

"Okay." Sophora Pasteur was a little regretful in his words.

"Mr. Sopho, please allow me to sue. I will go and find your treasure." Gene asked.

"Go." Sophora Pasteur waved generously.

Gene slowly retreated.

When he arrived at the door, Gene was about to go out when he suddenly heard Sophora Paste behind him whimpering, and said with a little crying voice, "Little Gene, you have to find that table quickly and come back, otherwise you will be eaten by me by the Sophora people. Woooooo..."

Gene suddenly felt in the cold winter!
Chapter completed!