Her Seven Little Bodyguards
Chapter 413

Chapter 417

"After a while, the fortune teller's words were taken as facts, and everyone here assumes that The Great Chemist lives in the mounters." The waiter pouted for a moment before continuing. "In my opinion, the fortune teller was just a scammer. The mountains are covered with old-growth forests—there's no reason for The Great Chemist to live there."

Larry agreed. "You're right. Otherwise, how could it be that no one has found The Great Chemist after they've all entered the forest? You're more rational than the rest-they sound like they've been poisoned by misinformation. They are all risking their lives to enter the forest just because that fortune teller claimed that The Great Chemist is there."

After that, the waiter smiled before he made an offhand comment. "Judging by the number of people who have visited the mountains in the past years, they've probably searched the whole place inside out. Yet no one managed to replace The Great Chemist. Perhaps The Great Chemist is already in the skies at this point!" Judging by their estimations, The Great Chemist was about the same age as Master Gordon. So, The Great Chemist could have passed on.

"I heard that the view at The Broad Peaks is magnificent at night-some people even say that it's heaven on earth. Why haven't people considered going there to search for The Great Chemist?" Vania threw out a random question. The waiter scratched his head before coming up with a baseless answer. "Well, that is a nice place, but the spiritual energy there isn't sufficient, so The Great Chemist wouldn't pick a spot like that."

Vania simply smiled as she was out of questions at that point. "Thank you for telling us all these interesting stories. I'd like to take away some of your signature desserts as I'd like to bring them back for my friends. I'm sure they'll love it," she said politely.

"Sure! Hold on." The waiter was overjoyed once more since his customers had just purchased more products from the restaurant. He would've loved to continue talking to them if they hadn't already finished their meal at that point he was confident that he could manage to sell them more things if they stayed for a while longer. When the waiter saw the generous tip that Larry gave him, he took it before responding humbly. "Please travel safely, my dearest guests. If you guys are interested in The Great Chemist, perhaps you guys could pay a visit to the Bamboo Pavilion."

Bamboo Pavilion? All four of them were stunned for a moment. They hadn't heard of this place in the past. "Where's that?" Vania asked with a smile. "Bamboo Pavilion is another place where you'd get to experience great performances. Old Mr. Bamboo also gives a really great performance of the Legend of the Great Chemist. Unfortunately, the place is rather far from town, so there are only a few people who visit that area. Old Mr. Bamboo is nowhere near as famous as Master Gordon, and he feels sad over it sometimes." It was like a dam was open again, and the waiter started going on and on about Old Mr. Bamboo.

Vania seemed especially interested in this. "We'll go ask around about it. Thank you," she uttered. "You're welcome. Have a safe trip!" the waiter shouted as his four customers left the place. Linda parted her lips to report her replaceings from earlier. "Old Mr. Bamboo and Master Gordon are about the same age, Boss. He wrote his version of the Legend of the Great Chemist," she shared.

Hanson, who had been quiet for a long while, finally commented. "I'm afraid its location is only one reason that so few people are visiting that area."

"Well, let's take a look at the place now, President Luke." Larry steered the car toward Bamboo Pavilion. "Hold on. Let's go to the alleyway where the fortune teller's stall is situated." Vania had a feeling that the fortune teller might know a thing or two. "Sure." Larry turned the steering once more. The alleyway was relatively near to the theatre, so they arrived in less than ten minutes.

A vintage-looking yellow lamp illuminated the store's front entrance, and someone had written a sign on the front. 'Let me resolve all your problems in life!' it said. Woah. That's a tremendous promise to make. Vania shot Hanson a gaze and calmed herself before they all entered the store.

The moment they walked in, the front desk staff hurried over. He was dressed in traditional clothes as well. "Hello, Sir and Madam. You guys can write your questions on that table and place them in this box. Our boss will provide you with an answer later."