Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 61 Harlan and White

"So...you want my soul?"

When you ask him if he wants to work for you, this is the first thing the cleaner says.

You: "?" What?

"...I'm not one of those sinful lords, can you please not ask such questions right off the bat? This is simply slander."

Whether before or after going to hell, you, who had never entertained the thought of having someone else be your slave, twitched your lips violently.

You did have the idea of ​​making a few soul contracts to lighten your burden, but you never actually did it!

You feel offended.

"In short, tell me your name first."

"After all, it would feel weird if I kept calling you 'cleaner' in our conversation afterwards... or I could call you Mr. Wellington."

To avoid the other party being unwilling to tell you their name, you deliberately avoided the topic of soul contracts, but then casually added this comment.

When you call out the surname "Winnington," you notice that the janitor's expression is clearly not very pleasant.

"Madam, you are quite a freak—but aren't the sinners of the Pride Ring mostly after other people's souls?"

"After all, while a sinner may have little intrinsic value, at least our souls can fetch a high price!"

Perhaps seeing that you were actually someone who could communicate well with others, the male criminal, who seemed less wary than before, frowned and said in a self-deprecating tone.

"Also, I hope you won't confuse me with that cold-blooded bastard over there. Although we are indeed brothers, I hate my last name... So, please just call me Harlan, ma'am."

He waved his hand at you impatiently.

Wow, looks like there's a story behind this.

Seeing the other person's expression suddenly turn weary, you raise one eyebrow with interest.

"So, would you mind telling me how this well-located restaurant ended up in this state?"

Although you're not a particularly gossipy demon, in order to build a good relationship with this stranger who seems to have experienced a lot, you still choose to ask the male sinner who calls himself Harlan what exactly happened in this restaurant.

After all, Harlan, who is obviously a brother, can only work as a cleaner in his brother's restaurant.

Being a cleaner in hell is not a good job.

Cleaners face discrimination even outside, let alone in a place like hell where malice is amplified infinitely.

The fact that Harlan would return to this dilapidated restaurant to rest after finishing her work shows that the cleaning job was just a way to humiliate her.

So, until Harlan officially speaks to you, you're guessing you're going to hear a story about betrayal.

With that thought in mind, you stood confidently in front of Harlen, your hands behind your back, your expression as cold and unmoving as ever.

The man, who was actually much taller than the canine-like criminal in front of him, had a calm expression, but he was quite intimidating.

Harlan looked somewhat surprised when you, who seemed indifferent to everything, said you wanted to hear his story and the restaurant's story.

The male criminal's hairy face looked weathered, but his golden eyes would gleam in the darkness when the restaurant was mentioned.

Harlan didn't try to hide anything from you.

Although your visit was indeed sudden and may have even disturbed his rest, you believe that Harlan's willingness to chat with you is not entirely due to your intimidating presence, but also because of his temper and his unspoken frustrations.

The seemingly unapproachable male sinner pulled up a board and sat down. He had actually invited you to sit down before he started telling his story, but you, being a bit of a germaphobe, declined.

Aside from certain bottom-line issues, ■■■ has always been a very good listener.

She excels at providing genuine emotional value and knows what to say and how to react to different people in a way that makes them feel better.

Just as she expected, the male criminal, with his deep, hoarse voice, became quite comfortable with her presence and told her a very clichéd story, but one that had indeed happened.

White and Harlan Winington were brothers who were drug and arms smugglers in Louisiana, the United States.

His brother White was in charge of the smuggling, while he used his French restaurant to launder the ill-gotten gains.

From the moment they started this business, their division of labor was very clear.

Although they were mostly apart due to personality clashes, the huge profits from smuggling allowed him and his brother to live a relatively carefree life.

After going to hell, Harlan, no longer wanting to continue the smuggling business, eventually chose to part ways with his brother.

Harun is down-to-earth and relatively honest.

White, however, hated taking things one step at a time and only wanted to take shortcuts to achieve instant success.

Given their vastly different personalities and values, they naturally could no longer start from scratch like they did in their youth after going to hell.

In contrast to White, Harlan, a skilled demon, quickly established himself in the Pride Ring by relying on his business acumen and excellent cooking skills; he even opened two restaurants.

Although his life was not as wealthy as it was during his lifetime, Harlan could still be considered well-off if he owned two restaurants in the prime location of the Arrogant Ring.

But one day later, his brother White Winington, who had spent almost half a year in the Pride Ring and ended up with nothing, suddenly approached him and said he wanted to continue working with him.

Or rather, she hoped he would take her in.

Harlan initially wanted to refuse because he didn't really trust his brother's character, especially since they were in hell.

When the other party got to this point, ■■■ was actually a little surprised, because she had always thought that the use of blood ties to manipulate people was a unique feature of China, and she did not expect that foreigners would also use this method.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't bear to see White homeless, or perhaps it was because White's tearful appearance moved Harlan to pity.

It's clear that Harun, who is at least a good demon in Hell, still helped his own brother, who was struggling to afford food.

Then came the classic story of the farmer and the snake.

White, who already had something to hide, schemed to take over Harlan's shop and eventually even coerced Harlan into becoming the shop's cleaner.

From the very beginning, White was consumed by jealousy of his brother's success and harbored resentment over his brother's rejection of him.

He believed that his failure in his struggles was understandable, but his brother's success made him so upset that he couldn't sleep.

Harlan knew that his brother was no pushover, but he never imagined that his own brother would harbor such vicious and despicable thoughts towards him.

He originally thought that at most he would just be cleaning up his messes and paying off his debts, but he never imagined that he would lose all his possessions.

After taking in her brother, Harun never mistreated him.

Harlan generously gave his brother ownership of another branch. At the time, he only hoped that his brother could use his hard work to hone his skills, and then the brothers could continue to live as before.

But who would have thought that the scheming White would hire people outside to spread rumors about Harlan, saying that the two stores originally belonged to him, White Winnington!

White said he bought the two stores when he first went to hell, and handed them over to his brother Harlan to manage. Now that he's back, he naturally wants to take over the management of the two stores.

Although he wasn't good at business, White was a master at spreading rumors.

When Harlan indignantly tells you how despicable White is, when he says he can't bear to part with his already bankrupt flagship store, and even at the very end he wants to redeem his store.

You, who had already gotten a general idea of ​​what was going on, were staring intently at the other person's tail, which was slapping incessantly on the ground.

Speak the truth……

You are absolutely delighted with Harlan Winington's persona.

First of all, you are a complete dog lover.

It's a pity that White, who drives SFDD, is terrible, otherwise you might have considered whether to recruit both of them.

A wolf-dog-like sinner with silver-white fur, betrayed by his family but still clinging to hope, endures humiliation as a cleaner in his "enemy's" stronghold, determined to reclaim his original aspirations, even if his pursuit is a distant and unattainable dream—

Harlan Winington is like the kind of middle-aged, overworked guy who only appears in anime and eventually joins the main cast.

The more you look at the other person, the more satisfied you feel, like you've won a UR card in a game, and the card art is exactly what you like.