Scavenger, warrior of Oblivion.

A profession in the [Annihilation] faith system whose desire for destruction and annihilation is second only to the [Annihilation] singer's declaration of destruction.

The Declaration of Destruction is a mindless venting process. They chant poems of destruction, practice the will of "annihilation", and uphold the principle of not letting go of what can be destroyed and not forgiving what can be trampled upon, and they continue to pay piously tribute to their benefactor.

But they are singers after all, and the means they use to destroy everything is often to mobilize others' desire for destruction and then sing praises to this feat of annihilating everything afterwards.

The scavengers are different. They have the power to destroy everything by themselves and are happy to create destruction.

Just like the name of this profession, they walk on the road of [annihilation], dragging anything they see into the abyss of destruction. Every move they make seems to be clearing all impurities from the world, so they are called scavengers.

But Cheng Shi was obviously stunned after hearing his occupation, because he found that this teammate named Mo Shu did not seem to have a strong desire to destroy the tables, chairs and benches around him since his arrival. Not only that, he was actually creating?

What did he say, pastries?

He also made pastries?

Just as he was thinking, Mo Shu casually placed his box on the table beside him and opened it with a "click". Then the players saw five neatly divided small compartments in the box, and each compartment contained a beautifully wrapped small gift box.

He took out the gifts and placed them on the table, while introducing them with a smile:

"That's it. Today's menu is schnitzel mutton fat cake, and the filling is over-extracted schnitzel mutton blood wine. I used some tricks to destroy the alcohol in it, leaving only the flavor of the wine without making people drunk. It won't affect the trial. Come on, everyone, try it."

As he said this, he opened one of the boxes and took out the cream-colored cake inside.

Looking at all this, Cheng Shi felt that he still lacked experience.

It's rare to see someone stay true to his original aspirations and use the power of faith in his own business. The last time I heard of such a thing was in the pile of books that Xie Yang brought back for me.

In this magical place called Kanrival, there are a bunch of ordinary people who apply [life] to production and life, and today I met a pastry chef who believes in [annihilation].

This is hilarious, he says he eliminated the alcohol in drinks, which sounds like a tribute to his benefactor, but he also "created" a new cake, so is this... blasphemy?

Can an offering with the purpose of blasphemy still be called an offering?

But putting aside these religious things, the pastries made by this pastry chef are so tempting and they look delicious.

Normally, he would never touch such things of unknown origin without confirming whether they were safe. But today was different, because under the protection of [Eternal Life], he had nothing to fear.

Poison can’t kill people in seconds.

Even a curse can't kill anyone instantly.

It is even less likely that cake will choke someone to death.

So Cheng Shi was tempted. After all, the chenilla fat cake looked pretty good. Even if it tasted bad, it should be better than finger bread and snot water, right?

But apart from him, the others were obviously very alert. Their eyes swept across the cake and then to Mo Shu's face, as if they were thinking about what the pastry chef meant.

And at this moment, the [Foolish] believer who had been silent for a long time spoke again.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the room was filled with sarcastic atmosphere.

"Oh, stupid flattery.

How could anyone eat food from a stranger in an unfamiliar environment? The enthusiasm that cannot be defined is often mixed with malicious intent. Your method of attracting attention is too..."

This [Foolish] believer finally found a new opportunity to show contempt, but before he could finish, Cheng Shi beside him suddenly stepped forward, picked up the opened cake without any hesitation, and swallowed it in just three or two bites, as if he was at home.

"Baji, baji, your mutton fat cake doesn't have a strong smell. Is it fake mutton fat?"

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"......"

"......"

Now everyone was stunned, even Mo Shu himself was stunned for a moment, nodded with a slightly surprised look and said:

"I removed all the sheep smell because I was afraid that some people would not like the smell."

Cheng Shi smacked his lips with a hint of regret, and said:

"You've added a little too much, and it's ruined the flavor, but since it's free, I'll give it a good review."

Everyone looked at Cheng Shi with a changed expression.

The young assassin swallowed his saliva and took a step back. The [Foolish] believer stared at something, wondering what he was thinking. Chief Gou Feng touched his head and wondered how this mage could be more reckless than himself. Not only that, they all had the same thought in their minds at this moment, which was:

Is it true that the Necromancer is not afraid of death?

Even the usually steady squinting eyes widened slightly when he saw this scene.

He looked at Cheng Shi's physical condition carefully, then picked up a piece of cake, took out a delicate spoon out of thin air, scooped off a small piece and put it into his mouth.

“It’s not fishy or greasy, and tastes slightly sweet. It has a strong wine flavor but it doesn’t contain alcohol, so you won’t get drunk. The sweetness comes from the nectarine powder. The cake is sugar-free, but it has a lot of fat, so it’s not suitable for people with high blood lipids.

I don’t have high cholesterol, so I can enjoy it.”

As he said this, he began to enjoy the cake in his hand, taking small bites.

Seeing these two people accepting his pastries, Mo Shu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense expression became more natural.

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