Sayonara, Have a Pleasant Journey

Luke hung the transparent umbrella next to the door and sat down in front of the counter. He put his hands on his knees and said, "I didn't ask before – may I know how you were addressed at the High Table?"

The bald chef turned serious. "Zero."

Luke nodded. "Nice to meet you, Zero."

The baldie bowed his head again. "Nice to meet you, Boogeyman."

Luke smiled. "No, please call me John."

Zero didn't dwell on it.

In this line of work, people had a lot of quirks.

There were freaks who would kill entire families if their nicknames weren't used.

He nodded. "What would you like to eat today?"

Luke said, "Noodles are fine."

Zero: "Please wait a moment."

Luke took out an old silver lighter and a metal cigar box. He opened it and took out a cigar. "May I?"

Zero smiled. "As you wish."

If it were anyone else, he naturally wouldn't allow it.

But… those who were capable always received preferential treatment.