A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Volume 13 Chapter 22: Three Interesting Guests

Volume 13 Chapter 22: Three Interesting Guests

The next day, Keith headed over to his usual spot to sell his food. It had been some time after they headed into the dungeon. The customers immediately greeted him, 

"Hello, Boss!" 

"We missed your food!" 

"Please feed us!" 

"Let me set up first." The man started to set up his stall. Alfia and Scarlet helped as they glanced over. The demon princess chuckled, "There's always a long line here." There were no two ways about this. 

"They're quite loyal." 

Cedric quickly retorted, “Brat, do you enjoy torturing us?!”

“Whatever do you mean, Grandpa Cedric?” Keith tilted his head cutely, and so did the smaller animals. That only caused Cedric to be more angry as he bonked his head,

“You little brat! You always march off without telling anyone and then show up like there's nothing wrong.” 

“Indeed, it’s quite bad business.” Dalen shook his head. What followed him was the others doing the same thing. Keith ran in his own time, not minding their tortured stomachs. They came here only to find it was closed! 

“If you want food, then I will have to go out and get them." Exploring the dungeon was a must to find new ingredients. Plus, "You guys could always eat at the bakery.” The bakery was there for a reason. 

“Not enough.” “Something about your food hits differently.”

“Huh?” Dennis and the others tilted their heads.

Dalen nodded, “I’ve tried Keith’s food before, and the bread he made is fundamentally different from the bakery’s cooking.” His food was more elevated, which was peculiar. 

"It's a difference in experience and also technique." Cedric, another person who tried his food, understood what Dalen was getting at. There was a difference. 

"..." 

“Anyways, order up!” Keith grinned as he grilled the skewers. As he did, they couldn’t help but feel something odd. We really can't do anything about this! They still wanted to complain about Keith going out to explore dungeons. But the only thing they could do was tear up! 

It was a complicated situation: if they asked him to stay, there would be no new ingredients for the stall. That meant no new food! While Keith grilled, Alfia and Scarlet took the orders. However, three familiar faces caught them off guard. 

“Father?!” Alfia’s eyes widened as she stared at Finrandir. 

He was not the only king; behind him was Virel and Othniel. Three kings were here and in their own disguises. 

Finrandir quickly shushed her, “Don't scream my name like that.” Did she have to scream so loudly?! Luckily, no one heard it since there were many people there. Only a few people knew their identities.

“But why are you here?” 

“To get food, of course.” That was the only reason why they would come here. 

“…Does mother know about this?” “EEP!” Finrandir's entire body suddenly jolted like a little kitten. 

Alfia sighed, “Please return home when you’re done.” A king not staying in their own kingdom. No one should know about this; it would be a national crisis.

“Understood!” Finrandir nodded as he quickly ordered. The same went for Virel and Othniel. 

“I can’t believe he opened up a cart here.” That was something the mer-king didn’t understand. 

Finrandir laughed, “Even I was surprised by the concept of a noble making food for others. And the first time I came here, I got the stink eye.”

“….” What did you do? Cedric sighed, “That’s because you were an idiot and tried to buy everything up.” Plus, there was the fact that an elf tried to burn the cart down. All of this added together made the customers angry with the elves. 

“Hey! I’m a regular now.” He was a loyal fan of Keith's cooking! Now everyone knew him as the crazed food fanatic! 

“That kid is beyond abnormal.” Othniel laughed as they watched him work. He was cooking up a storm, and the smell from it was also to die for. It was mouth-watering and addicting at the same time. Clearly, it was better than the ones made during the festival! 

Virel questioned, “By the way, have you tried the variant meat?” Even as they left, the mer-king couldn't get it out of his mind. He was curious as to how it tasted. 

“Umm...Why are you asking about it right now?” Othniel looked away, his tail drooped down as Finrandir muttered, “She took it away from you and stashed it away, huh?” Every husband understood that look; it was the wife being angry at you look. 

“I apologized, but she took the meat and hid it.” Othniel sighed again. His plan was to hide the items and variant Keith gifted him. He would eat them sparingly as a treat. However, his wife instantly picked up on the scent and snatched the variant away!

"I still have my goodies from Keith. But..." A teardrop slowly dripped from his eyes. The variant hit him hard. 

“…” Finrandir and Virel shook their heads.

“Don’t look at me like that! Wait until your wife finds out; you'll be on the same boat as me!" 

“I’m safe, don’t look at me.” Virel was the only one who had brought his wife with him during the festival. They both snacked together and had fun. He was totally in the clear.

“She never will!” Finrandir was taking this to the grave! Never will he tell her about this place and how many times he traveled here. Plus, there was no way she would find out. The elf king grinned, "I got my orders straight." He was safe and confident. 

"..." Despite that confident look, it only caused Virel to gulp. 

“What?” That gulp sound didn't sound good. 

“You understand that my wife and your wife are friends, right?” Well, it was more like acquaintances.

“…No.” Finrandir’s expression grew dark as that smile was nowhere to be found. Just a straight and frozen line of a lip replaced it. 

Virel nodded, “Yeah, I overheard them talking about the food at the festival. I think she knows about it.”

“…” “Hah! Suck it!”

“I think you’re not safe either.” “Say what?” “They also thought about getting confirmation from some of the others. So you better be careful; she will find the gifts as well."

“…”

“You idiots.” Cedric shook his head as he watched the two kings act like this. 

Alfia soon returned with their orders, “Hmm? Father? What’s the matter?” She noticed everyone's dark expressions. 

Virel spoke, “Nothing. But could you tell Keith I will need a second order?”

“…Sure.”

“Going to bring some back home, huh?” “Naturally.” Virel came with the expectation of bringing food back so he could share with his wife. It was wrong to eat without her. 

“I need to do the same.” “Me too!” Those two quickly got to work as well. It was the only way to appease them.

“…” You guys really don't want to share, huh?

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