The heroic spirit felt that something was wrong with the food he had just eaten.

Whose dishes emit a golden glow, cause hallucinations after eating, and even make diners' clothes explode?

Something's not right. Something's very, very wrong.

"Could there be mushrooms in here, and it wasn't cooked properly? Did I just encounter a villain?"

"No, this is perfectly normal, buddy, you'll get used to it."

The dwarf assassin jumped up, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him the spare clothes from his backpack.

Fortunately, considering the complex environment in the wild, the Heroic Spirits had prepared more than one set of clothes.

"Is this just a habit? Goodness, how many other strange habits do you guys have that I don't know about?"

The people who compiled Farrell's history book are unreliable and incompetent; so many things are new to me.

While getting dressed, he muttered to himself, emphasizing once again that today had completely changed his perception of Feast World Farrell.

"There's a lot you don't know. Some things, if you don't see them with your own eyes, who would believe them?"

The dwarven assassin remembered that he had been summoned by a heroic spirit in the past. He came to Faril just in time for a battle between the Demon King and the Hero.

Both being members of the Wayne family, the Demon King wanted to use his demonic authority to completely monopolize demon cuisine, while the Hero argued that, according to the will of their ancestors, food should be shared and allowed to circulate freely in order to create new possibilities.

Instead of fighting directly, they first had a culinary contest before the battle began.

Yes, the Wayne family's traditional skill is not the power of heroes or demon kings, but cooking.

"The Demon King set fire to a river and used his culinary skills to create a feast of ten thousand fish."

But the hero went even further, using magic to cover a mountain, creating a landscape of countless rivers and mountains.

The complexity of the cuisine, combined with the flora and fauna of the mountains and forests, creates a more layered flavor profile, leading to victory.

However, the Demon King was unwilling to accept losing to a younger member of his family in the culinary field, and ultimately chose to confront him head-on. After being defeated, he was bound and sent back.

Ah, speaking of mountains, the dwarven assassin recalls a certain mountain giant who wishes to remain anonymous, who is still working as the Wayne family's ancestral tractor.

After all, it is an elemental life form. As long as there is no magical chaos or instability, or the core is not destroyed, it can theoretically live indefinitely.

A single vehicle can be passed down through generations; the person may be gone, but the vehicle remains.

However, he heard from a member of the Wayne family that the mountain giant had stopped experiencing mental fluctuations several hundred years ago.

Perhaps, the mountain giant Lawrence, gave up thinking?

The dwarven assassin had nothing to say about the mountain giant; he still remembered how that guy had chased after their dwarven army with his superior stats.

Almost all the dwarves of that era who wrote books of hatred had something to do with the mountain giant Lawrence.

"What kind of tile is this?"

The voice of the Heroic Spirit interrupted his thoughts. Coming back to his senses, he saw his Heroic Spirit... doing a high jump?

Without any technique, simply by using the power of his two legs to lift his body off the ground, he jumped quite high.