My restaurant connects to another world

"The Soul Abyss is a place of spurn by the gods. Basically, it is impossible for a soul to run out of it. If you want to run out, you must at least break through the seal of the gods." Lavra leaned comfortably. on the chair.

"Do you believe in God, Lafra?" Chen Ze asked curiously.

"Believe, I've always been a believer of that one." Lafra nodded.

"What kind of god do you believe in?" Chen Ze was very curious. Lavra was the blood ancestor. I heard Betty said that the vampire group was created by Lavra.

"Huh, why tell you?" Lafra turned her head.

"Speaking of which, why are you asking this question?" Lavra knew very well that Chen Ze was from another world.

"Oh, this" Chen Ze said about Fremea.

"You! You bastard! Give me death ten thousand times!" Lavra jumped down angrily, stomped Chen Ze hard, and angrily hugged her Coke and left.

"What did I do wrong again?" Chen Ze was stunned.

Lavra was so angry that he didn't even get five chiffon cakes.

After sending away the emotional Lavra, Chen Ze returned to the kitchen with Betty's unbelievable expression and began to study new dishes.

"You are the apostate Reinhardt?" The red-robed chief judge of the court turned over the pieces in his hands.

The sweeping figure froze.

"Apostasy, provide shelter for sinners, and even killed two innocent little girls?" The presiding judge sneered a few times.

"Then killed the Earl of Normandy who had contributed to the church in the street?" The presiding judge looked at the old man in front of him. He was interrogated and beaten for a long time, leaving his body covered with blood.

""A subtle voice.

"What are you talking about?" The presiding judge frowned and moved closer.

"I have a clear conscience and a clear conscience to my lord" I have a child ashamed of myself, this is what he did not say.

Reinhardt always remembered his daughter, the cute and cute daughter, the daughter who liked to lean in her arms and listen to his stories.

But because of that damned nobleman, he died in a violent death, and at that time, because of the church's own future, he swallowed his breath and became a knight commander.

Every time I think of this, Reinhardt feels that he has a sword in his heart, constantly poking his soul.

Now he took revenge, for his daughter.

"Oh, I don't know how to repent, and the sentence will be executed tomorrow." The chief judge wiped his clothes and left the cell.

Reinhardt was lying on the thorngrass, very painful, but compared to his own spiritual pain, this pain was not fearful.

Is there another day, God of Light, will you accept the soul of your believers?

"Master Reinhardt?" The sweeping servant sneaked in.

"It's really you! Lord Reinhardt!" The servant looked at the old man with joy.

"You are" Reinhardt frowned, he didn't remember the young man.

"My lord, it was me. If it weren't for you, my mother and I would have starved to death." The servant quickly helped Reinhardt up and let him lie down on the less thorny grass.

"Thank you" Reinhardt didn't remember who this was. After he became a knight commander, he helped many poor people.

"Master Reinhardt, to make a long story short, I don't believe you are such a person. I am friends with the guard of the cell. I will come to push the toilet bucket tonight. You will hide in then and I will take you out!" The servant eagerly Said it again, then looked around, and left.

Reinhardt stretched out his hand, and he wanted to tell this young man who came to repay his favor, not to waste his efforts.

But his weak body prevented him from speaking out.

At night, the servant came as scheduled and brought an empty toilet bucket.

"My lord, go in quickly. I will take you out!" The servant looked at Reinhardt eagerly.

"Thank you, but I won't leave." Reinhardt rejected the other's kindness. He didn't want to hurt this kind young man.

"It's too late, my lord, offended!" The servant helped Reinhardt and stuffed it into the toilet bucket.

Then there were bumps and the sound of moving things. After a while, the surroundings became quiet.

"Leye, this time you brought an apostate, you have to pay me a lot of money." The voice of the servant came from outside the toilet bucket.

"Don't worry, man, I'll give you five gold coins then!" the strange voice.

"Hehe, another cunning prisoner escaped. I don't know how much reward he will get this time." Listening to Leyer's voice, Reinhardt's heart was cold.

False, from beginning to end, servants who have not been helped to repay their gratitude, only people who are inspired by profit.

Chapter 5 Betty: This is your destiny!

"The greedy heart is terrible." With an unfamiliar voice, everything twisted together and disappeared into the air.

The cold cell, the not so prickly grass, and the masked man leaning against the wall looking at the moonlight outside the railing.

Reinhardt looked at his hand in horror. Just now, he was still in a toilet bucket, and he could even smell the smell of the toilet bucket.

"This" Reinhardt looked around. He is still in the cell, not in the dirty toilet bucket.

"This is your destiny, I just let you see this scene in advance." The masked man lowered his head and looked at Reinhardt who was lying on the grass.

"After half a day of nature, the servant with so much interest will come over and stuff you into the toilet bucket to exchange for gold coins." The mask man's eyes looked a bit mocking.

"I" Reinhardt wanted to argue, even without the masked man, he would fight it out.

"Really?" The masked man rubbed his hands, and then a small white flower appeared in his hand.

"" Reinhardt was silent. In the fate revealed by the masked man, he did not resist, or even made a sound.

"Death is not terrible. What's terrible is the process of waiting for death." The masked man looked at the small white flower in his hand, and the flower began to wither and wither.

"I am destiny, do you want to live again, poor man." Destiny looked at Reinhardt, like a lion staring at a little rabbit breaking into his territory.

"I am a knight! At least I was" Reinhardt lowered his head. Perhaps his own knighthood had already been ruined the moment he swallowed his breath.

No matter how high-sounding reasons, he can't wash his sins.

Reinhardt's hands were trembling, and he seemed to be back in time. The cold body of his daughter was lying in his arms, with scars and traces of abuse.

Perhaps this is the reason why I have been helping the poor since then, I am just looking for a reason to comfort my guilty heart.

"I want to live and live to wash away my sins." Reinhardt raised his head and looked straight into Fate's eyes.

"Even if you want to abandon your god?" The eyes under the mask had a hint of playfulness.