Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 281 The Candle of Fate - S01E08

A little later, when Shirley and the ogres gathered at the inn's entrance, you didn't stand outside with them. You only paused briefly, greeted Shirley, and went straight into your room.

Your room is on the eighth floor of the inn.

This number was chosen subconsciously; although it has nothing to do with Chinese customs, you just chose the eighth floor.

The dragon girl's movements were always light, fluid, and swift, as if she had lost all resistance and glided directly through the air.

The room you haven't returned to for half a day is filled with a faint smell of dust, mixed with a chill that originates from you, making you feel uncomfortable all over.

Upon seeing its master suddenly return to the room, the "Jade Tree" that had been standing in the center of your room flickered gently as if to welcome you.

It stretches out its shimmering branches from afar, gently brushing against your head as if to confirm or comfort you.

You exhaled, touched the branches of the jade tree with your hand, then lowered your eyes and clapped your hands.

After the crisp "snap" sound ended.

Number Nine, whom I haven't seen in a long time, suddenly crawled out from your sleeve.

The little snake, like a sub-adult, struggled to flap its wings and blinked its golden eyes at you.

"...Have you finished the task I assigned you earlier?"

You asked her calmly.

Upon hearing this, Number Nine's eyes immediately lit up noticeably.

With a laborious effort, she used her tail to pull a small, hard leather booklet from your sleeve and presented it to you like a precious treasure.

After doing all this, Number Nine looks up at you expectantly, as if asking for some kind of reward or praise.

"..." You casually hung Number Nine around your neck, muttering, "Well done."

You pull half a piece of bloody flesh from your palm, and only after Number Nine uses a cute but clumsy strangulation to wrap around the flesh do you look down at the notebook in your hand.

You flipped through it casually.

Although the entire thing was written in number nine, the spells in the notebook are almost identical to your handwriting.

...It carries a kind of orderliness instilled by Chinese education, like something printed out by a printer, pleasing to the eye for the reader.

Before heading to the ogre territory, you ask Number Nine, who can inherit some of your memories, to help you integrate the magic of Hell and find some spells that are equally effective against angels.

Shirley is the daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, so logically her abilities should also be effective against angels.

“…If I write too much, others might not be able to read it.” The Dragon Girl flipped through the notebook in her hand, her brows furrowing slightly. “Fortunately, the content is relatively easy to understand, so it won’t be a waste of time.”

When I first heard your evaluation, Number Nine, who had just swallowed the whole piece of meat, visibly stiffened for a moment.

She covered her eyes with her noisy wings, and only after you gave her the assessment that "it won't be a waste of time" did she slowly lower the tips of her feathers and peek at the expression on your face.

However, Number Nine knew that ■■■'s face was always expressionless.

The slightly guilty little creature flicked its tongue and obediently coiled itself around the dragon girl's neck, looking somewhat listless.

"...Okay, overall it was well done and deserves praise."

Although you had doubts about whether Number Nine had inherited too much sentimentality from you, you ultimately offered words of comfort.

The sinner hurriedly slipped the booklet into his sleeve, then walked along the edge of the pool toward a huge cabinet next to a bookshelf.

The enormous and ancient cabinet appears to be taller than you even without your control over your form, and its surface is covered with vines wrapped in moss.