After counting the al fee, Rita didn't rush to pay. Instead, she waited until her health was fully restored, then placed the money on an animal hide with the words "al fee, self-serve" written on it.
She glanced toward the distant Mung Bean Tribe, who was signaling her, but she didn't respond—she acted as if she were AFK .
She had given the money but not fully given it. Her initial guess was that the food tents, much like the restaurants in the post-cooking competition food street, each had their own rules. Violating these rules a certain number of tis might lead to punishnt, but as newcors, she and others had no way of knowing what these rules were.
There were too many possibilities. It could be the wrong timing, or maybe they couldn't find the rules, or perhaps it was because they, as latecors to the Dark Food Street, couldn't see them.
The rules might differ from tent to tent, with each color of food tent having its own set. So might have so rules in common, but overall, there were nurous hidden pitfalls.
However, powerful players could choose not to enter the restaurants, but Rita couldn't. The restaurant was her only refuge at the mont.
The atmosphere at the table was tense, as if a ga of strategy was playing out. Mung Bean Tribe waved his hand several tis, trying to get a response from BS-Rita, but she didn't react. He glanced at Erald Crane·Gale, and reached for the money. However, even as his hand touched the currency, Rita still didn't move.
Mung Bean Tribe sighed inwardly. BS-Rita really had a steady hand—did she actually believe what Erald Crane·Gale said?
But according to the rules, the al fee was supposed to be paid upfront. If he left now, it would just confirm what BS-Rita already suspected. So, thinking about it, Mung Bean Tribe decided to take the money and keep it for himself.
The coins, though small and scattered, stacked up into little piles. However, just as he placed the oddly shaped coins in his bag, the coins in the lower layer suddenly collapsed, making a noise.
Mung Bean Tribe and Erald Crane·Gale both turned to look at BS-Rita, who had tampered with the coins.
Putting the ring back on her hand, Rita t Mung Bean Tribe's gaze with a calm expression. "Yes, it was ."
When she had placed the money earlier, she had inserted the ring-shaped B8017913 right between two tal coins, waiting for Mung Bean Tribe to take the money. When he did, she retrieved B8017913, causing the coins to make noise and leaving Mung Bean Tribe in a trap.
She had done this to test the tent's rules. The white tents allowed a set number of lies to be told—what about this place? How many chances would she have to make noise?
Of course, there was a risk. When she retrieved B8017913, it was unclear if the noise was considered her fault or Mung Bean Tribe's. The responsibility was ambiguous, and she could only act when he took the coins, trying her best to shift the bla onto him.
Mung Bean Tribe opened his mouth to say sothing, but it was too late. In the next mont, he vanished from the ice restaurant.
[Ding—Congratulations, BS-Rita has killed player Cheese Rock using the highest rule of the blue food tent.]
[Player White Stone has chosen to exchange three SSS-level skills for his ninth resurrection chance in this Divine Ga.]
[You can choose one SSS-level skill at random as your prize.]
[Or choose to randomly learn three rules related to the food tents as your prize.]
[Ding—You've received your kill reward: Vitality 10.]
[You killed "Temporary Employee" Cheese Rock. You will learn one rule of the Dark Food Street.]
[One of the Dark Food Street Rules: Every food tent has six rules. Within the sa color of food tents, except for the highest rule and two basic rules, the remaining three rules vary.]
At the mont Rita received her reward, she was a bit taken aback. So, it only counted as a kill if the player made a sound?
The surprise was overwhelming, but she quickly overca her initial fear and excitent.
In the past, the inexperienced Rita would have chosen an SSS-level skill, but now that she had a little fortune, and more importantly, to reduce the number of deaths, she imdiately chose the three food tent rules.
[Red Food Tent Highest Rule: Maintain a smile.]
[Blue Food Tent Basic Rule #1: You must buy at least one item from the stall.]
[White Food Tent Basic Rule #1: Dining ti cannot exceed 2 hours.]
Cheese Rock was gone.
Erald Crane·Gale stared at BS-Rita for a few seconds, his expression complicated, before finally focusing back on his al. However, his pace slowed significantly, as if he wanted to stretch his ti in the restaurant.
Ghost·Sang Cup had gotten up at so point, watching them from a distance.
Rita smiled at him and then, glancing at her health, used [I Just Want to Improve So Badly] three more tis on herself. After all, this guy had attacked her several tis outside the restaurant!
Ghost·Sang Cup started to regret entering. No wonder those seasoned veterans hadn't bothered to co in... He'd thought they were too foolish. Now, he realized, the real fool was standing right here.
Entering the restaurant ant losing the advantage of his strength and stepping into a relatively fair environnt with BS-Rita...
Just as he considered leaving the restaurant to wait outside, Ghost·Sang Cup's eyes suddenly widened. He was staring at BS-Rita, and she, too, looked surprised at what had appeared in her hands—a bowl of five-star delicacy?
Well, that worked. She pocketed the dish and turned to look at the restaurant's chef.
She had already ordered and paid. The responsibility was no longer hers.
Soon, a player standing by the chef ca over and took the money. They pressed the paynt onto the animal hide and placed both the hide and the currency in their bag.
Rita wasn't sure what skill the chef had used, but whether it was juicing fruit or making desserts, there was no noise involved. She didn't rush to borrow the chef's skill, instead turning her attention back to Erald Crane·Gale, continuing their conversation.
Whether it was because of her hand on the skill panel or the way she had set up the trap with Cheese Rock, Erald Crane·Gale seed to answer her questions with surprising ease.
The questions flowed smoothly as if he were an open book:
You can bring your own food into the restaurant, but you mustn't waste the food bought from the restaurant.
The dining ti in this restaurant cannot exceed five hours.
Each restaurant has different rules for violations. So allow three offenses before death, others will kill you after one.
The rules of each restaurant only appear during the closing ti, and players can morize enough rules during that ti and visit restaurants they know the rules for after opening.
Five-hour dining ti? Rita had already decided to see how long Erald Crane·Gale and the other players stayed before deciding.
As for Erald Crane·Gale, Rita didn't fully trust him. He had already dug a significant hole for her with the highest rule, and his behavior was often erratic, making it hard to tell when he was lying or telling the truth.
But since she had been the one to threaten him, Erald Crane·Gale's digging was just a fair exchange.
If she had been the one threatened, she would have dug even more holes for him.
Thinking of this, Rita took out one of the dishes she had brought with her, which had been untouched, and pretended to pour it into the dish that Erald Crane·Gale had already started eating.
Erald Crane·Gale panicked and imdiately pushed Rita's hand away.
A crisp "ding" rang out as the ring on Erald Crane·Gale's finger collided with Rita's B8017913, making a sound.
Three seconds later, another player left the restaurant.
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