In the end, they chose a restaurant Ichijima Hiyori was familiar with.
Although Yato was clamoring to eat sothing nice, he just grumbled a few habitual words and wasn't really trying to bleed Ichijima Hiyori dry, so there was no need to fuss about going to so high-end place. As for Gu Mo, he had no special requirents either.
He wasn't that interested in the al itself; today, his intent wasn't really about the food or drink. He cleverly masked his true intent, even making them mistakenly believe they had business with him, rather than the other way around, so as not to arouse any suspicion.
"Is it just the two of you?"
The waitress ca over, looking at the two seated individuals and habitually asked to confirm, while also eyeing them. After her gaze moved away from Ichijima Hiyori, it froze on Gu Mo, and she was montarily taken aback without any ntal preparation.
"No, three of us!"
Yato, who had been seated early, didn't care at all about the budding feelings of the waitress and directly corrected her misconception by holding up three fingers.
"Huh? Ah, ah, I'm so sorry—very sorry!"
The waitress, sowhat shocked and drawn in, turned her head to look at the purple-haired, blue-eyed young man. It took her a whole second of stupor to realize what was going on.
She suddenly beca flustered, her cheeks burning red with embarrassnt, and she repeatedly bowed in apology.
How could she have even gotten the number wrong, so discourteous!
She must have been out of her mind to make such a basic mistake!
The waitress, who was internally wailing, felt extrely embarrassed. She quickly completed the basic procedures and then fled the scene as if flying away, even subconsciously turning back several more tis to glance at a certain soone, because people always instinctively look for reasons in situations, and she was no exception.
Sothing must have caught her attention that made her lose her head... But hey, that young man is really good-looking, and his temperant is so unique that it would make any girl feel inferior.
"Uh, what's up with her…"
Ichijima Hiyori was a bit confused. She was no longer an ordinary human, essentially a Half-Demon now. Currently also working part-ti as a Divine Artifact, she was closely tied to Yato, and her mind was occupied with more pressing matters, puzzling over how to start a conversation or make a request, thus her attention wasn't in this area.
Therefore, the influence on her was extrely mild, and she naturally didn't understand the self-doubt and wild imagination of the waitress, only finding it a bit odd.
"Did she not see you, Yato, just now?" Slightly bewildered, she looked at Yato and asked the question she had been aning to ask. "It seems like this happens often—many people don't see you, but so do. What causes this?"
"Not that they didn't see, but rather overlooked… But didn't I tell you before? It seems like you just ignored it."
Yato scratched his head, feeling sowhat exasperated at such basic issues.
If she were a Divine Artifact, she should rember what her master said properly, shouldn't she? Otherwise, how could she be the master's right hand in service? However, Ichijima Hiyori seed to lack this consciousness and did not intend to stay on this job for long; it was rely a temporary asure.
So he couldn't exactly act like a master—after all, soone as earnest as Ban Ying had already grabbed a bucket and fled, and Ichijima Hiyori naturally had even less burden now. If he didn't count the Fei Artifact he didn't want to use, she was the only card he had.
So he couldn't scare her away like before…
Damn, the main issue is I haven't found a suitable Divine Artifact seedling in this period. He didn't know pure, unpolluted Undead spirits were so precious and rare, obviously it wasn't like this before, but he hasn't co across any lately…
—Of course, it wasn't often like this in the past either, where manifestations happened on the sa soil.
With a slightly complicated look in his eyes, Yato glanced at the person sitting next to him and couldn't help but sigh internally. During the period when that person kept causing such disturbances, the "hidden corners" where Demons and gods dwelled weren't as quiet as before—if they were tranquil waters before, during this period it was like soone was constantly fishing with explosives.
So all the fish got scared away, and it's no wonder that lately, Yato hasn't been able to find a handy Divine Artifact as a backup, finding himself in a rare rut.
"Ah, sorry, sorry…"
Ichijima Hiyori scratched her cheek with her index finger, embarrassedly smiling while also trying to explain, "It's not that I wasn't listening; I just didn't understand what you ant. I've never been exposed to this kind of stuff before, and besides, you explained it so vaguely."
"..."
"..."
"Alright, it's actually a simple matter. Now, let ask you a question: How many waitstaff are there in this restaurant?"
Yato pouted and then asked an intriguing question.
Gu Mo sat quietly beside them, not in any rush to prompt or anything, instead leisurely scrolling through the nu. He welcod this as it ant he could likely encounter that Celestial God commission, the longer this took, wouldn't it?
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