On the way back with these powerful individuals, El casually grabbed a few monsters that looked pleasing to the eye and had decent flesh.
When the border guards announced that the Dead Soul King had been defeated and that they had won, El began his cooking.
Half an hour later.
"It smells so good."
The soldier who had previously raised questions put down his bowl and shed tears of regret.
"Can monsters taste this good?"
"Is that even a question? As long as you are good at discovering things, many things around you can become part of a dish."
Especially here, with so many monsters along the border, have you never tried it in all these years?
The mage next to El said he was the most qualified to answer this question.
"Well, this is a problem... because everyone has always used monster materials as crafting materials for potions or weapons."
This has become so ingrained in people's minds that hardly anyone considers them food anymore.
"That's true, there's an explanation."
The magician had a piece of minotaur's tendon stuffed in his mouth as he spoke.
The delicious flavor exploded in his mouth, and the magician finally understood why El disliked liches like Perid.
Turning a monster's corpse into an undead will cause its flesh and blood to rot due to the magic of death, turning it into inedible rotten meat. This is undoubtedly a serious waste.
"You despicable Pelid, you truly deserve to die!"
(Peled: So I'm not already dead?)
Leaving aside the great lich who had already been eaten like candy by El, this monster-themed meal was enough to make the soldiers on the border quite satisfied.
Because of the defeat of the King of Dead Souls, the demons retreated, and they were able to enjoy such a delicious meal.
Many soldiers even wanted to raise their hands and shout that they could never repay the kindness of the brave warrior.
And so, the victory celebration continued at the border, with El handing the recipes to the soldiers so they could cook the monster ingredients themselves.
The banquet lasted for five days, during which time no demon dared to approach the area, forcing the soldiers to venture into the demon territory to hunt for food.
Today, the banquet is over, and El is ready to continue his journey.
"Are you really leaving, hero?"
"Indeed, I've heard that the situation among the dwarves isn't looking good; I must go and check it out."
And there's also one of the Four Heavenly Kings there; I'm a little curious about what it tastes like.
"Alright, brave warrior, please take these supplies with you; they are a token of everyone's goodwill."
When El left, the space equipment's inventory was more than when he arrived.
He could see that the soldiers on the border were no longer in the same spirit as before.
They wore smiles and carried hope.
I believe in the power of this hero, and I believe that this invasion plan by the demons will end like the hero stories of the past, with the hero slaying the demon king.
El was on his way to the land of the dwarves, and for some reason, the thought of dwarves brought up some strange dwarf jokes.
Why do dwarfs seem quite intelligent? Because they always seem to receive guidance from wiser people.
"Why do vampires never convert dwarves? Because even if a dwarf vampire jumps up, he can only bite his prey's ankle at most."
“Dwarves don’t actually write books of hatred very often, because the work requires a ladder for them to climb up before they can turn the pages and write.”
The dwarf jokes in my head never stopped, but thankfully El also arrived in the land of the dwarves.
Looking at the dwarf who was taller than his knees, El almost blurted out a sentence.
"What a tall dwarf!"
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