Chapter 2412： Comer is guest

Ferdinand walked towards the restaurant on the corner of the square. The sign of Maimi Restaurant was quite eye-catching, but not obtrusive. The gaudy signs in Aden Square showed a sense of design.

The restaurant is not large in scale. The four stores seem to be divided into two dining themes. There are long queues outside the two areas, with hundreds of people.

Ferdinand thought about it for a moment and got to the bottom of the line.

Xi reported some information about the strongest man in Nora Continent and provided the coordinates of the restaurant.

The identity of the restaurant owner once surprised him a bit, but soon he was relieved that in the dungeon, there are also some strong people who like to live in ordinary identities.

The owner of the restaurant can be considered a rather laid-back identity.

But along the way, the restaurant's business is obviously the hottest.

Unexpectedly, he is not only strong, but also has an amazing talent in business.

Ferdinand stood at the back of the line, looking at the crowded line in front, with a smile on his mouth.

He can't remember when the last time he lined up, as a child? It doesn't seem to be the case. Since childhood, no one has dared to rank ahead of him.

Eight hundred years ago, he came to Nolan for the first time as an observer.

At that time, the Nolan Continent was still in a fierce race war, killings were everywhere, and hatred and blood permeated the entire continent.

After every one hundred years, he would visit Nolan Continent once and witnessed the disappearance of many races in fierce wars, and the major races gradually gained relatively fixed territories.

One hundred years ago, the seven major races of the Nolan Continent reached an armistice agreement and signed a peace treaty, ending thousands of years of ethnic war.

In just one hundred years, the changes in Nolan Continent can be described as earth-shaking.

Before the battleship flew at low speed, he saw the cities standing on the vast land. Without gunpowder and war, all ethnic groups lived and worked in peace, a thriving scene.

What surprised him even more was the railroad tracks that appeared on the ground, and the steam locomotives that appeared in the dungeon in ancient times, and besides, they drove between lofty mountains and ridges, loaded with iron ore, which meant that they were about to enter a new era.

"War is indeed a poison. It will only destroy all beauty and imagination, and peace can improve the whole world." Ferdinand looked at the mixed but orderly team of various races in front of him. This was impossible a hundred years ago. Imagine things.

The current city of chaos, let him vaguely see some microcosms of dungeons.

Although there is a huge gap in the level of science and technology, the equal coexistence of races and an orderly life under the management of rules and regulations are not too far from the dungeon.

Queuing is a very boring thing, but Ferdinand, who rarely experienced queuing, found pleasure in the conversation of the guests.

These guests seem to have different identities, including sturdy mercenaries, potbellied merchants, and dignified wealthy wives.

But what's interesting is that they are in the same team, they will lively discuss a certain dish in the restaurant, and they will be red-haired because of their differences, but they still maintain a little restraint and do not move their mouths.

"Does the food in this restaurant really have such a peculiar magic? It can make people so fascinated?" Ferdinand thought in his heart, it seems that Mr. McGonagall should have found a good chef.

Moreover, he also heard several frequently mentioned foods from everyone's mouths, such as tofu brain, fish-flavored eggplant, braised pork, maybe you can try it later.

Soon after, the restaurant door slowly opened, and a young man walked out with a smile on his face and said, "Welcome to Mai Mi Restaurant."

"It's him." Ferdinand stared at the young man standing at the entrance of the restaurant, looking the same as the picture sent back by Xi.

Younger than Ferdinand expected, because his bone age is only about thirty-two years old.

His strength is indeed close to the transcendent realm, which is the so-called half-step transcendent in the underground city.

With such strength at this age, I don't know how many geniuses in the Dungeon Dungeon who were infused with genetic drugs are much stronger than his peers of the same age.

You must know that this is the abandoned Nolan Continent. For thousands of years, no one has broken through the transcendent realm, even a half-step transcendent.

The young man in front of him seemed to have one more possibility.

He already knew the existence of the dungeon, and began to consciously want to trade with the dungeon.

Very bold and interesting young man.

Almost at the same time, McGonagall's gaze crossed the crowd and also fell on Ferdinand.

"Is this the representative sent by the dungeon?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was a little more alert.

He felt the pressure on this man, that was the feeling he had only when facing Cthulhu, belonging to another level of strength.

"Is this a god? Or is it a transcendent?" McGonagall's heart became heavy, but he did not expect that a transcendent came to talk to him in the dungeon.

Moreover, the power of the transcendent has exceeded his expectations. He originally thought that with his current demigod realm, he could sit down and talk with the transcendent in the dungeon, but now it seems that he still took it for granted.

Even with all his cards, McGonagall has no chance of winning.

McGonagall's eyes briefly touched Ferdinand's eyes, and then they separated tacitly.

"Since you can't fight, let's conquer his stomach first." McGonagall thought in his heart, and at the same time greeted the guests intimately.

Ferdinand followed the team unhurriedly, observing McGonagall's words and deeds.

This young man really made him interested.

The guests familiarly called him ‘Mai Boss’. This name was previously a frequent word in the queue. When it was mentioned, it was often a bit of resentment.

Therefore, he is the owner and chef of this restaurant.

The strongest person in Nolan Continent does not matter if he opens a restaurant, he cooks his own dishes for the guests, and remembers the name and nickname of each guest.

interesting.

Ferdinand came to McGonagall and stood still.

"This friend is a bit uncomfortable, it should be the first time to have a meal in the restaurant." McGonagall said with a smile.

"Yes, I am Ferdinand and I am famous." Ferdinand nodded with a smile.

"Please come in." McGonagall smiled and nodded. He didn't know what the name represented, but he knew that the so-called famous should be different from other guests.

Ferdinand walked into the restaurant and glanced at the waitresses on both sides.

The bloodline of this eighth-level frost dragon is pure, and the eighth-level space magician over there should have the blood of the Moon Royal...I glanced casually and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Shouldn't the restaurant opened by the strongest be like this?