Bound to the Multiverse Restaurant, I'm now the darling of my staff.

Late at night, everything is silent.

At the spaceship docking point on the Orcish planet, a medium-sized spaceship approached from a distance and slowly landed on the platform.

The testing area, where staff had already been dispatched, was quiet. Norton stood there with his adjutant.

“Prince Norton, I still think they are unreliable. You must be careful.”

The adjutant frowned, his eyes filled with worry, as he looked at the people emerging from the spaceship.

Norton, however, was unconcerned. "Don't worry, we're just using them to get rid of Hall and that damn restaurant."

As he said this, Norton raised the corners of his mouth and waved to the people in the distance, looking very enthusiastic.

He curled his lips into a smile, but spoke in a harsh tone to his adjutant in a low voice.

"Wait until they're no longer of any use, then..."

He gave his adjutant a knowing look, then quickly concealed his expression as he turned away, leaving no clue as to what was going on.

Norton looked at the hundred or so people emerging from the spaceship and asked hesitantly, "Is this your only spaceship? And this many people?"

Didn't they say it would be tens of thousands? He thought it would be a huge fleet.

They even sent the staff at the testing site away beforehand, afraid that it would be difficult to explain.

Is this the result?

The leader, dressed in black, slowly removed his hat, revealing an ordinary-looking man with no distinguishing features.

The man smiled and said, "Don't worry, one of us is worth an army of several thousand."

Norton frowned in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? If you're really that good, why would you need my help?"

He's just not smart, not stupid.

Faced with his doubts, the person in front of him did not get angry, but smiled and reassured him.

“Prince Norton, now that we’re here, what is there left to doubt?”

Norton thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

Even if we can't really do anything to Hall and that woman, at least we can annoy them.

Anyway, he just needs to stay quiet and watch the show.

Thinking of this, Norton stopped worrying about it, turned to look at the person who was still smiling, paused, and teased.

"Do you have facial paralysis? Why does your smile look so awkward?"

As he spoke, he took a closer look, and perhaps because of what he said, the smile on the person's face suddenly looked even more stiff.

Norton's adjutant frowned, his expression serious.

For some reason, he felt a sense of unease looking at this person.

Including the soldiers behind this man.

Although he looked burly, he lacked the agility of a warrior.

Although they walk steadily, after a while, they look like children just learning to walk.

Coupled with their expressionless faces, which are almost identical, it always feels incredibly strange.

"I'm so sorry, I recently injured a nerve in my face and haven't had time to get it treated yet. It's my fault for offending your eyes."

The man lowered his head apologetically, but a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Norton was just saying it casually, waving his hand dismissively, "Alright, it's getting late, you should go in now."

As he turned to leave, he added, "By the way, keep it down. I've turned off the detectors, so don't make any noise and get caught."

Regardless of whether this matter succeeds or not, it cannot be discovered that he was the one who let these people in.

He had made arrangements for all those who were sent away, so they wouldn't expose him.

He just needs to pretend he knows nothing and come forward after everything is settled, and no one will suspect him.

Norton chuckled twice, feeling incredibly clever, and strolled away contentedly.

Only the adjutant behind him looked serious, his mind replaying the group of people from earlier, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

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When Wen Nuan opened the store early in the morning, she was surprised to see a long queue already formed outside.

Wow, you guys are up early today too!

The people in front of her smiled at her and greeted her.

"Good morning, Mr. Wen!"

"My child was clamoring for pan-fried buns last night, so he came to line up before dawn."

"Yes, yes, my wife is pregnant and hasn't had much of an appetite, but ever since she had the plum juice here, she's been craving it all the time."

"I think soy milk and fried dough sticks are the perfect combination for breakfast!"

"Who said that? Scallion oil noodles are delicious too. My whole family loves them."

Wen Nuan listened to their argument, smiled, and did not stop them.

Thinking back to when these people first came to the restaurant, they looked resistant and unwilling.

Now everyone has become a die-hard fan of the restaurant.

As for the xenophobic rumors she had heard about, she hadn't discovered any of them.

Moreover, Hall also eats here every day.

Sometimes when there are many customers, they don't mind sharing a table with others.

This caused people who were initially very resistant to or even hostile towards him as a "mixed-race prince" to gradually change their opinion of him.

The saying goes, "He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world," and this proverb spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

The orcs are increasingly feeling that it wouldn't be a bad thing if Hall were to succeed the old chieftain.

He's much better than that arrogant and domineering good-for-nothing Norton.

The queue was so long that you couldn't see the end of it from the restaurant entrance.

This has become a common phenomenon in the past few days, and everyone has gotten used to it.

They stood quietly in line, sometimes chatting with the people in front and behind them, and didn't feel the time passing by.

Zach was getting a little bored in line. He turned around and saw that the guy he didn't recognize was talking to the person behind him. They seemed to be friends.

He had no choice but to turn around, look at the tall figure standing straight in front of him, and curiously reach out to pat it.

"Hey bro, aren't you tired of standing so straight?"

The voice also carried a teasing tone, "Don't be so nervous, our seats are pretty close to the front, it won't be long before it's our turn, we'll definitely get to eat, relax."

After he finished speaking, the figure in front of him didn't react at all.

Zach scratched his head awkwardly, thinking he had made a fool of himself, and then fell silent.

After a while, as the group moved forward slowly, he couldn't resist anymore and this time patted the man's shoulder with a little more force.

"Hey bro, what's your favorite dish at their restaurant? I think the chicken stew with mushrooms is the best..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him suddenly exploded, spraying something all over his face.

People in front and behind were stunned for a moment, then burst into screams.

Aaaaaah! Someone exploded right in front of them! It just exploded!

Before Zach could react, he reflexively raised his hand to wipe his eyes and nose, which were covered in smears.

Looking down, he saw that something had gotten all over his hands.

Zach's mind was a complete blank, yet he still had the energy to think at this moment.

What did this person eat before it exploded? Why are they all like pearls?