The Demon’s Menu

"I don’t want tragedy to have occurred!"

"I don’t want those innocent girls to suffer anymore!"

"I don’t want those happy families to be destroyed again!"

The voice was forceful and resonant, striking as if hitting the ground.

Old Pang’er looked at the flushed face of the butler, at those tenacious eyes mixed with hesitation, he remained silent for a moment, then he continued to ask.

"Do you know the consequences of what you’re doing?"

"I do."

"Dismissal from the Butler Alliance."

"Loss of your qualifications as a butler."

"You will also be placed on the blacklist, unwelcome in any household or power that has members of the Butler Alliance... You’ve lost your last shred of dignity,"

Pang’er enunciated, word by word.

The old butler was silent, his eyes brimming with a hint of regret.

"A person must bear the consequences of his actions."

"I do."

"And so do you."

Having said that, Pang’er pointed outside.

The old butler pushed the car door open, and as he was about to close it, an envelope was handed to him.

"Mr. Pang’er?"

The old butler looked towards Pang’er.

"Your severance pay, it’s not from the ’Butler Alliance’, it’s personally granted by me,"

Pang’er paused for about a second before continuing, "If you can, leave Cherry City immediately and never come back in your lifetime!"

Whirr!

The engine roared as Pang’er pressed the accelerator.

The car sped away.

About four or five hundred meters out, the seemingly ordinary central control panel flipped over, revealing a small LCD screen with the image of a man in his sixties with a full head of white hair, dressed in pajamas.

"Findelter, quite impressive, isn’t he?"

The elder said so.

"Yes, sir, he is a good man."

"But not suitable for living in society today."

"Nor a qualified butler,"

Pang’er answered respectfully.

The title and tone both revealed the identity of the old man on the screen.

The Speaker of Cherry City: Dodd.

"This is exactly why I had hoped he would appear beside Todini, but alas... he was just a bit short, and just the darkness exhibited by Emod was enough to devour him,"

The Speaker sighed, his face a picture of regret.

Todini, the Councilor who Emod had supported with all his might.

Similarly, he was also a powerful contender for the next Speaker.

Simply put, Todini was the current Speaker’s greatest enemy.

"I’m sorry, sir."

"My arrangements were inadequate."

"I misjudged Findelter’s tenacity."

Pang’er spoke apologetically.

"No, no, no."

"Pang’er, you’re not at fault."

"I also made the wrong estimate."

"So, don’t dwell on it."

The old man waved his hand dismissively.

"Yes, sir."

"Also, I’ve fully investigated that mimicry case; it was just Emod’s subordinates messing around."

Pang’er reported on another matter.

"Oh?"

"Damn it."

"Such darkness was allowed to be exposed to the public eye."

The old man frowned, then his brows smoothed out again.

He adjusted his sitting posture, his voice taking on a more relaxed tone.

"Fortunately, he’s dead now!"

"Although we didn’t achieve our goal against Todini, Emod’s death is good news for us."

"Come back quickly, we need to discuss how to maximize these benefits."

"And remember to take care of Findelter,"

The old man instructed.

A butler graduating from a butler academy isn’t just someone who manages affairs; more often, they also serve as advisors.

They can also occasionally perform some less honourable professions.

Which makes them more trustworthy to their employers.

Of course, each of them is highly professional.

"Yes, sir!"

With that, the LCD screen concealed itself once more.

And Pang’er dialed a number on his phone.

"Yes, proceed,"

He gave a simple command, and the car accelerated.

The headlights vanished into the night before long.

The night, as always, enshrouded the land.

The profound darkness, peaceful, yet brought an intrinsic fear.

Findelter, with an envelope stuffed with thick stacks of large bills, walked along a suburban road, where the road surface was smooth, but without streetlights; thus, when a light appeared behind him, he immediately stopped and looked back.

A pickup truck slowly approached, with a bearded man at the wheel.

"Hey, need a lift?"

The bearded man asked.

"I would be greatly obliged."

The old butler bowed in thanks. Watching the butler bow, the bearded man’s eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he promptly pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the butler’s head.

At that moment, the butler, seemingly to express his gratitude more sincerely, bent his neck further, lowering his head even more.

Then—

Whoosh!

A small, short arrow shot out, piercing straight into the bearded man’s throat.

Spurt!

Blood exploded forth.

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