Enforcer Manual
Chapter 648: When Will the Cycle of Revenge End_1

Chapter 648: Chapter 648: When Will the Cycle of Revenge End_1

"Thud, thud, thud—"

Before the people inside the sickroom could respond, the door was pushed open from the outside.

The aroma wafted into the room as the head maid Chang An’s index finger, resting outside the blanket, trembled slightly. She turned her face to look at Jasmine entering the room, along with the meal box she carried.

"The chef said to eat as soon as possible because the noodles will clump together once they cool down."

The person who entered smiled as she placed the meal box on the bedside table. She was in a good mood now. After working all night, a bowl of steaming hot noodles relieved her fatigue. Such flavors and textures, even in the Second District, were not common. More amazingly, she had witnessed the entire process by which the chef turned scraps into treasures.

This appeared to be a skill filled with profound knowledge.

The head maid nodded, cradled the warm meal box, twirled the noodles with her fork, and slowly brought the appetizing shredded meat and soup base to her mouth.

The unexpectedly soft and smooth texture, the slight tang stimulating her taste buds, made her want to savor the second, third, and even more bites as quickly as possible.

This was a seasoning method completely different from what she had encountered yesterday.

"Oh, right, he also mentioned that you’re currently injured, so he didn’t make it too flavorful. He hopes you can recover soon."

The head maid froze for a moment but remained silent, her head buried even lower, with a flush of red appearing on her cheeks.

This was the first time she had enjoyed a meal cooked specifically for her situation—in the Iris Consortium, it was a privilege only aristocrats could enjoy. For them, as servants, to taste leftovers was already a great favor from the aristocrats.

Otherwise, like everyone else, they would have to rely on nutrient injections or cook some terribly tasting synthetic food themselves.

"I’ve heard my sister mention you many times."

Jasmine noticed the head maid’s expression soften and casually asked, "She’s mentioned that besides being the head maid, you’re also a very outstanding Psychic. Geez, only a major consortium would let a Psychic serve as a maid... Was it 2 seconds or 5 seconds? She said you could see into the future and know what’s going to happen in battle."

Never underestimate these few seconds—being able to foresee the future meant always holding the initiative in an equal-level fight.

She believed that if the head maid quit her job to become a rescuer, she could at least become a Four Star or even possibly a Five Star.

But still, the head maid did not respond to her. Other than Jasmine’s questions that sounded like talking to herself, only the sounds of chewing and swallowing filled the sickroom.

Even though her silence had provided an answer, Jasmine still voiced the question in her heart, "Being able to see the future, how were you caught off-guard by an attack? Let me think, did you not see it coming, do you not want to say, or can you not say?"

"Miss Jasmine."

The head maid finished the entire bowl of noodles almost ravenously, her pink tongue gently licking away the soup that had smeared her lips, "Thank you, the noodles were delicious."

"And for the next time?"

Jasmine let out a long sigh, disliking the Iris Consortium and the entire Second District for this reason—there were aristocrats here, but even more, there were those who willingly submitted under various aristocratic systems, loyally to the point of rigidity, "Next time you might not be so lucky."

"This is my duty."

The head maid lowered her eyelids, her gaze filled with determination.

Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she asked, "How is Rob Lucci? He’s not implicated, is he?"

"He’s preparing lunch for the young miss."

Hearing this, the head maid suppressed the words "Could you let him come and see me?" and changed her request to, "That’s good then."

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Song Lan was busy without stop. Fortunately, Yeying and the kitchen’s artificial intelligence system were helping him, easing most of the tedious work.

Just recently, he had received new instructions from the personal maid of the young mistress.

Today, Isabella had a good appetite. She wanted to see the most sumptuous lunch on the table to celebrate this delightful day.

The maid did not explain the reason, but all signs pointed towards Young Master Franthing Monk being involved.

For some mysterious, unpredictable, and inscrutable reason, Young Master Franthing’s whole night of discomfort spread swiftly within the consortium’s courtyard. Everyone was talking about the noble who could not tell ingredients apart and thus ate something that upset his stomach, an absolute embarrassment for an aristocrat.

Especially because of his many adversaries, Young Master Franthing became stressed. Before he was sent to the prosthetic hospital, he ranted that someone had poisoned his food in an attempt to murder him.

The hospital’s diagnosis was akin to slapping his face.

What was worse, some people who loved to watch the spectacle were coming up with nicknames for Young Master Franthing behind his back.

The Jet Lord, Diarrhea Knight, and Man with Fire on His Bottom.

Song Lan had no idea which bored people were slandering the respectable Young Master Franthing behind his back.

But after Jasmine had left to deliver food to the head maid, he sternly scolded the noisy Yeying and those "whispering whispers" artificial intelligences.

Stop provoking Young Master Franthing, having a bad stomach is very uncomfortable!

If it weren’t for the humming of tunes while preparing lunch, Yeying might have almost believed that he was indeed thinking of Young Master Franthing’s wellbeing.

For the birds, spreading rumors... no, disseminating true information was a talent innate to them. This news first reached the ears of the servants from the Monk Family’s rival families, then it got heard by Isabella and the upper echelons of the Capello Family as the servants discussed amongst themselves.

After spreading and fermenting all morning, the entire consortium knew about Young Master Franthing turning into the Jet Fighter, and he could only hide in his domain, his face nearly twisting with rage.

The most infuriating thing in this world is not slander, but the fact that it’s true.

Now he could only viciously curse Isabella, hoping she would repeat his debacle after finishing this lunch. At that time, he would imitate the despicable tactics of the Gilvez Family and spread the story of Isabella becoming known as ’Miss Ejector’ to every corner of the Consortium’s courtyard!

Regretfully, Young Master Franthing was destined for disappointment.

For this lunch, Song Lan had chosen Cantonese cuisine with a softer texture. Since Miss Isabella was in a pleasant mood and willing to dine proactively today, there was no need to employ the tactic of tempting her with aromas. According to the market feedback from young ladies like Lu Xiang, Zhuang Chi, and Valerian, they often found Cantonese cuisine the most relaxing and enjoyable, leaving them contented and at ease.

After enjoying a sumptuous lunch, it was no surprise that Song Lan received a summons from Miss Isabella herself.

Compared to the last time they met, she looked much more haggard, but today’s good news finally brought some luster back to her eyes.

"You’ve done well, what is your name?"

Upon seeing Song Lan, Isabella took the initiative to ask.

More refreshing than the memorable lunch was the news that Franthing had become known as ’Lord Ejector’ after eating a meal prepared by this chef from the Neutral Country. Though not a fatal embarrassment, it would prevent him from raising his head high before their fellow family heirs for a very long time.

"Rob Lucci."

The honest man Song Lan reported his name truthfully.

"Rob Lucci? I’ll remember that. I’m quite fond of you. From today forward, you are the culinary consultant for the Gilvez Family. From now on, you only need to take care of our family’s meals."

Isabella paused for a moment, an inadvertent mischievous smile creeping across her face as she plotted her next prank, "Of course, if other families send regards and want you to prepare banquets for them, you needn’t refuse them. You can make them end up just like Franthing."

Since being expelled from the Morning Star Academy, the Capello and Monk Families had become the main forces mocking her. Yet, given the current situation of the Gilvez Family, they couldn’t afford to completely fall out with the others.

Dissatisfaction with her father within the Consortium was mounting, with many believing that his decisions over the years lacked foresight and brought negative impacts to the family. Her public trial almost became the straw that broke the camel’s back.

If it weren’t for Rose still serving as the lord of her father’s Personal Guard’s Knight Group, those sharpening their knives would have likely taken action against them by now.

Isabella never imagined that it would be a chef from the Neutral Country who would help her get her revenge.

"Speak, what reward do you desire?"

Isabella, supporting her chin with her left hand and crossing her legs, asked.

"Freedom."

"Freedom?"

"Since arriving at the Consortium, I’ve been confined to the attic of the kitchen, not allowed to move around. I’ve never been to a place like this before and would like to look around and see the world."

"That’s easy."

Isabella signaled to her personal maid, who instantly understood and handed Song Lan a badge with the Gilvez Family’s emblem, "If patrolling knights stop you in the courtyard, just show them this."

"Thank you, Miss."

"By the way, did you say you wanted to see the world?"

Isabella suddenly thought of something. Seeing Song Lan nod, she continued, "Well, that’s perfect. Tomorrow, the Consortium will hold a grand ceremony. Many bigwigs of the Consortium will attend. As an extra reward for you, join me at the event."

She had intended to decline participating in this ennoblement Ceremony, but considering Franthing Monk would also be in attendance, how could she pass up the chance to ridicule him in person?

Isabella could already imagine Franthing’s livid face during the Ceremony.

But before that, she wanted to have someone continue spreading the news, ideally informing all newly enlisted knights, to see who would follow a leader that had lost his composure.

Isabella seemed to be someone who couldn’t hide her thoughts, her intentions now fully evident on her face.

Song Lan could only sigh deeply.

When will this cycle of vendettas end?

Yet from another perspective, Isabella’s stance had solved his dilemma of attending the ennoblement Ceremony the next day.

Lu Xiang could never have imagined that he would accomplish these risky tasks after making just three meals inside the castle.

...

"Mr. Rob Lucci, please wait a moment."

As he left Isabella’s residence, her personal maid rushed out after him, calling out to Song Lan, "May I ask... how is the Head Maid doing now?"

"The doctor says her condition has improved, but the assailant’s trail is still elusive."

"Thank you for telling me this."

The maid, who seemed several years younger than him, blushed. Ivan had said that the servants of the Consortium had been sent to the castle from an early age. Besides learning to serve their masters, they also had to pass various tests of loyalty.

Those who could stay close to the descendants of the great Consortium families were selected after rigorous scrutiny and were the most loyal to the families.

The young maid’s eyes sparkled, "Also, thank you for cheering up Miss Isabella."

"It is my duty to do so."

"Please take good care of yourself."