06 What do you do for work, master?_2

As for the chef, from behind he looked very burly.

After a moment, the chef covered the pot, scooped up a bowl of wine from the barrel next to him, warmed it in the oven for a while, then walked towards Le Cheng.

It was then that Le Cheng realized, the chef was not human, but a pigman with the head of a pig and the body of a human.

[Name: Oink]

[Occupation: Butcher, Chef]

[Characteristics: Free, Neutral]

Le Cheng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Master, what is your job?"

"I'm called Oink, and I am currently a chef." The pig-headed human-bodied chef Oink handed the bowl of wine to Le Cheng and said indifferently, "Your wine."

Le Cheng looked down and saw that the wine in the bowl was as red as fresh blood, somewhat thick, but indeed emitting an alcoholic aroma.

"Goodness, others at most dilute their wine with water, but you are diluting blood with wine?"

"This is a special wine called Bloody Mary, if you don't like it, you can return it."

"Never mind, let's give it a try."

Le Cheng picked up the bowl and took a sip; surprisingly, it tasted quite good. Although it tasted a bit fishy at first, he gradually felt a sweet fragrance overflowing in his throat. Unable to resist, he took two more sips, and then along with grilled kidneys, he finished off this strange bowl of wine.

Oink looked at him and said lightly, "I haven't seen you before, are you new here?"

"Yes, just arrived today."

"I just saw a few newcomers; they looked very fierce, but the first time they ate the food here, many of them threw it up. You are different from them."

"The food here really isn't much to speak of, I also prefer to eat high-class cuisine from five-star hotels, but a person can't starve themselves to death. They will get used to it sooner or later."

"No, I mean emotionally." Oink looked into Le Cheng's eyes, "No matter how fiercely and powerfully those people disguise themselves, they can't hide the fear and unease in their hearts, but I can't feel any emotions from you - no fear, sadness, restlessness, nothing. Are you really human?"

"As real as they come."

"No, you are not human, you are a different kind."

Le Cheng touched his chin, "It's kind of strange being told that by a pig."

"Indeed, I probably have no right to say that, since I am also a different kind." Oink nodded, "But, from the first moment I saw you, I was certain, you are an extremely dangerous fellow. Your pleasure comes from danger, your presence will lead to disaster, you should not be here."

"Are you going to report me?"

Oink shook his head, adding the kneaded noodles into the meat soup, "No, my job is just as a chef, I don't care about anything else, no matter what you want to do."

Le Cheng suddenly felt this pig was quite interesting, he curiously asked, "You say you are now a chef, what did you do before?"

"Butcher."

"Killing people?"

"Killing people, and pigs too."

"Not a bad profession."

"Indeed, you seem even more like a different kind than I am, but you have a good skin, which allows you to hide in human society." Oink scooped up the noodles and poured a layer of boiling oil sauce over them.

"I've always been thankful to my parents for that, although they are no longer with us."

Le Cheng smiled, took the bowl handed by Oink, and began eating the noodles. As he ate, he said, "I see you don't seem like a Slaanesh believer, so why are you here?"

"I owe the Prison Director a favor, promised to manage his kitchen for fifty years."

"What if the prison no longer exists?"

"I'll leave."

"It seems you do not have a strong sense of contractual spirit."

"Contractual spirit is meant for the living."

"That's also true."

The two of them conversed, perhaps bizarrely to bystanders, until a bowl of noodles was finished. Seeing the satisfied expression on Le Cheng's face, Oink spoke again, "The Prison Director is very strong, he will make you face death, and anyone facing death would feel fear."

"Fear of death?"

Le Cheng patted his stomach, stood up, and chuckled lightly, walking away with his back to Oink.

"No, you are wrong, Oink, it's death that fears me."

Oink watched his figure, until Le Cheng was about to walk out of the cafeteria, he said, "If you feel like eating, come anytime, I can serve you for free."

"Thank you."

Le Cheng waved his hand back and left without looking back.

Neutral Oink... perhaps could be a useful ally.

Having eaten his fill, night fell upon the prison, and Le Cheng then returned to the administration section, but he didn't see the director of administration, Marilyn. It wasn't urgent, so late at night, he was too lazy to report.

The rest area of the administration section had three floors; the first floor was a communal dormitory, unisex, for the prison guards to rest, the second floor belonged to the prison guards, each had their individual living room, and the third floor was reserved exclusively for Marilyn, without her permission, no one could go up there.

Of course, most of the time, the third floor was particularly lively at night, as the flamboyant Marilyn often gathered a crowd for the Sexy Party, and many prison guards would pick some young, beautiful women from among the prison guards, taking them back to their own bedrooms, so in fact, female prison guards were rarely seen in communal dormitories, only groups of men huddling together for warmth.

After all, the resources of women in the prison were limited, occupied by the middle and upper levels, naturally, there was no chance for the grassroots prison guards.

"The purity is still not enough."

Le Cheng remarked, true believers of Slaanesh didn't differentiate between rich and poor, everyone together had Sexy Parties, obviously, the Slaanesh believers in this prison had yet to grasp the true essence of Slaanesh.