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As soon as Chu Jun entered the room, he saw the appetizers already placed on the table and looked displeased.

"YUN." Before the Earl could move, the brother and sister sitting below hurriedly stood up and greeted Chu Jun.

Chu Jun was obviously not familiar with her "brother and sister". She didn't even nod in response to save face and walked straight to Mo Heng.

"This is my seat." Chu Jun knocked on the table in front of Mo Heng rudely, crossing his arms across his chest, completely losing the gentle demeanor he had shown during the gift exchange. This action also caused a shiver among the players behind him, who felt that this NPC was truly fearless.

Mo Heng smiled at Chu Jun with a good temper and lied with his eyes open: "It was the Earl who arranged for me to sit here."

The Earl didn't expect that this matter would implicate himself. His hands on the armrest of the chair tightened, and his scalp numbed when facing Chu Jun's gaze: "I didn't..." "Since this is the young master's seat, I naturally won't continue to occupy it. Can I sit next to the young master?" Mo Heng interrupted the Earl without waiting for him to finish his excuses and pressed the accusation against him.

In fact, it was obvious who was lying, but Chu Jun was on Mo Heng's side and tacitly agreed with his statement. Before sitting down, he glanced at the Earl with dissatisfaction.

I was just doing the movements to complete the play, but I accidentally discovered something strange.

Because he was sitting next to the Earl, Chu Yun could not hide his nervous movements.

The Earl's hands were tightly gripping the armrests, his palms trembling slightly, as if he was afraid. His pupils trembled as he looked at Chu Jun. When Chu Jun looked at him, he subconsciously looked away, and then looked back again. His attempt to hide something made it even more obvious.

"Oh no... Why does it feel like this Count is afraid of me..."

Chu Jun suddenly had a bad feeling that he was most likely the highest-ranking NPC among those present.

Then his previous conclusion that the Earl was the BOSS was very likely not valid. Even if the BOSS was not himself, it could not be the Earl.

Mo Heng also noticed the earl's strangeness, and coupled with his unconscious trembling hands when he mentioned Chu Jun earlier, Mo Heng felt that he needed to re-evaluate Chu Jun's identity.

The "son" who can make the owner of the castle fear him must be of extraordinary status.

"Now that everyone is here, can we serve the dishes this time?" Realizing that he had been silent for too long, the Earl quickly adjusted his state and turned around to instruct Butler Anderson who came with Chu Jun.

The other five players thought it was a dungeon plot and watched it very carefully. They could roughly see that the Earl favored this youngest son, while the Earl's other two children were not close to the young master, but they did not feel any hostility towards him. Instead, they were more afraid of him.

So the question is what kind of status the young master holds in this castle.

Because of Chu Jun's arrival, the dinner party finally officially began. Players had to face various dishes whose raw materials were unknown.

Everyone present was no longer new, so making food disappear from their plates was already a basic skill. Perhaps due to the Earl's own restlessness, no one bothered the players during the first half of the dinner, and they consumed their plates in a reasonable manner.

"Pa, pa!" The count gently wiped the corner of his mouth and then clapped his hands twice gracefully.

"Well, my distinguished guests, now comes the climax of our welcome dinner." He raised his chin slightly and waved towards the door. "I'm sure you're all curious about the specialties of our Dumont family. Anderson!"

The butler bowed gracefully, turned around, and pushed the cart forward. "Dear distinguished guests who have come from afar, this is a precious gift we have prepared for you. Please be sure to savor it carefully."

The butler spoke the last few words very slowly, and his hoarse voice gave the restaurant a somewhat eerie feel.

The surrounding wall lamps flickered, which made the five players' hearts start to beat faster.

'What is coming will come.'

Several people heard the butler's hidden meaning: this was a small test in the dungeon. No matter what was on the plate, the butler would watch them eat it.

This is a copy rule.

If you want to get away with it, don't take the risk unless you have a foolproof plan.

The contents of the dinner plate were covered by an exquisite dinner plate, making it impossible to tell what was inside. When the six players' tables were all set with their dinner plates, the lids were lifted by the servants, revealing a specialty of the Du Monte family—perhaps a piece of roast meat.

Russell noticed the increasingly malicious gazes of the servants around him, but he didn't show it on his face. He calmly cut off a small piece with a knife and fork, picked it up with the fork, and slowly brought it to his mouth.

This should be a piece of meat, but after cutting it open, the inside of the steak is pitch black, with no visible meat texture. Rather than being meat, it's not much better than Le Se.

Being watched by the butler and the earl, other players did not dare to move too slowly, for fear that they would be hated by the NPC.

Yan Yang held his breath as he looked at the piece of meat so close to him. When he brought the meat close to his nose, he discovered that its rotten smell was extremely strong, hundreds of times worse than the smelliest canned herring.

Yan Yang used up all his strength to hold back from retching, but his Adam's apple kept shaking and he was about to cry.

Even though he knew he shouldn't have such an association, a scene still emerged in Yan Yang's mind: a pile of rotten dead meat with countless maggots crawling on it, and unknown filth mixed with dead meat and maggots was made into this dish.

It's the game that's disgusting to them. It's a torture whether they eat or not.

"Guest, please eat~" a hoarse voice was close at hand.

Yan Yang's movements froze, and only his eyeballs moved cautiously to the left, looking at his side.

The butler had stood beside him without him knowing, bending over and leaning forward, his face only a fist's distance away from his side.

Those bloodshot eyes were filled with malice as they stared at him, as if they wanted him to swallow the piece of meat.

At such a close distance, Yan Yang didn't even have the chance to use his props. The only option now was to temporarily distract the butler's attention, or - really swallow the piece of meat into his stomach.

"Guest..." Yan Yang only thought for two seconds, and the butler had already approached him again, with his eyeballs bulging strangely. The distance was so close that even if his eyeballs fell from their sockets, they would fall into his plate.