"The 'Wild God' cook?"
Anna looked up, a hint of doubt flashing in her emerald eyes. "Mr. Mark, as an apprentice judge of the Holy Light Church, is it really a good idea for you to find a 'Wild God' to become a chef? If Sister Ruby knew, she would probably send down a holy flame to purify you and your pot together."
"Purification!"
Enzo sat down on the stone, causing the ground to tremble slightly. He untied the huge wine bag he had just bought from Osborne Town, took a big gulp of the cheap beer, and exhaled a white mist with satisfaction that smelled of alcohol.
"A god who fills his stomach is a true god! Can holy light be eaten? What does that little bitch Ruby know? All she does all day is purify, purify!"
"Look at the way she smashes people's heads with that flail hammer. It's not much different from a dwarf blacksmith smashing an anvil. She's like a mad woman! What's wrong with wild gods? A good god is one who can cook good food!"
"I think Mark should switch to a chef profession, otherwise it's a waste of such a good cook! When can he make a meal that helps me improve my blacksmith professional experience? Hey, that would be invincible!"
Monica held Xiao Mu in her arms and sat in the shadows a little further away, almost blending into the deepening dusk.
Deep in her wine-red pupils, subtle patterns of magic circles flowed, combined, and shattered like water waves, over and over again, continuously focusing on the soft slime in her arms.
Xiao Mu's pink eyes were half-closed, and his three pairs of wings of different colors were flapping slightly unconsciously, making extremely subtle "mumm" sounds, as if he was taking a nap, or as if he was responding to Monica's silent exploration.
Occasionally, a faint wave of death power or holy light or darkness would escape from it uncontrollably, leaving a fleeting trail in Monica's focused sight.
【Death】×!
【Holy Light】×!
【Darkness】×!
【■■】→【??】!
Various words and symbols flashed through Monica's sight, and she felt as if she was about to identify something valuable!
But there is always something missing and I can't get it right.
None of Mark and the other two disturbed Monica.
Mark ignored Enzo's swear words and just stared at the maple leaf mark on the map with a vague look in his eyes.
"Lisa said... that unknown 'Wild God' has some tricks up his sleeve. What he makes is more than just filling your stomach."
Mark paused, as if recalling the boss lady's expression at the time. "She said that good food can soothe the soul. I always feel that the chef profession in charge of this 'Wild God' is a little unusual."
"Calm the soul?" Enzo scoffed, taking another sip of his wine. "This hammer of mine can calm the souls, too! I guarantee it'll put those troublemakers to rest! Anna, your magic-breaking arrows can work too! Whoosh, and the world will be at peace!"
"Maybe it's some kind of dark cuisine. After eating it, you'll die, and your soul will be soothed."
Anna didn't say anything, but just gently leaned the cleaned longbow against the stone, stood up and walked to a high place with a wide view at the edge of the camp.
Her slender figure blended into the twilight, and her pupils scanned the dark reed marsh on the other side of the river, undulating in the evening breeze.
The elf's pointed ears turned slightly, catching the subtle sounds in the wind, the low cry of the night owl, the flow of the river, and the rustling of unknown small animals in the distance.
Her fingers unconsciously rested on the quiver at her waist. Every arrow stuck there was enough to make any entry-level professional suffer.
She was also consciously training her perception ability. Now that she seemed to be no longer in a mutated state, her eyesight far surpassed that of an ordinary elven archer.
Mark put away the map and walked over to the campfire.
He took out a crystal bottle from the gap in the starlight. Inside the bottle was a viscous dark golden liquid that exuded a strange mixed aroma. Tiny colorful black light spots could be vaguely seen floating in it.
He poured the liquid carefully into a clean small crucible and warmed it on the edge of the campfire.
This is Xiao Mu's ration, made from several magical herbs and a small amount of his own magic power.
It is an enhanced version of the abnormal holy water he had prepared before.
The recipe was the Holy City-exclusive holy water recipe he had obtained from Kyle, and it needed to be heated before use.
It is said that it can directly cause real damage to mid- and high-level monsters.
I don’t know if it’s just a boast.
However, the one that Mark mixed himself probably wouldn't have that kind of effect anyway.
On the contrary, the probability of mutation has become stronger.
Tiny bubbles began to emerge from the liquid in the pot, and the scent, a mixture of the fragrance of herbs and a hint of the warmth of "holy light", spread throughout the camp.
Enzo sniffed and turned his face away in disgust: "Here we go again! You slime, you eat more delicious food than the wine I drink! What a waste of food!"
Ever since receiving Mark's skill mutation, Enzo always feels like he wants to snatch food from Xiao Mu.
But after hearing Monica's warning that his mutated state could not be reversed after using Mark's holy water, he decisively restrained his desire.
He wants to return to the dwarf tribe one day!
What does it mean to solidify into a tall man?
The bonfire licked the bottom of the pot, and the dancing light and shadow cast warm orange spots on the boulders by the river.
The air is filled with the simplest aroma of wheat, mixed with the moisture of river water and the freshness of grass and trees.
Mark lifted the lid of the steamer on the campfire, and a large cloud of white hot air wrapped in the aroma of wheat suddenly rose up, revealing dozens of plump, smooth-skinned steamed buns.
The steamed buns made with lard and flour really look extra white.
“Dinner is ready!”
Before he could finish his words, a thick hand with distinct knuckles and a little charcoal dust on it reached out like lightning.
"Give me five first!" Enzo's voice was muffled, with an impatience that was inconsistent with his size.
Like a starving ghost, he grabbed two steaming buns in one hand, stuffing his cheeks so full that they bulged instantly, while his other hand was already reaching for the third one.
The steamed buns were hot, but he tossed them between his hands without a care in the world, mumbling incoherently, "I'm starving... chopping wood is such a bloody hard job! Who can eat all the steamed buns you made?"
Although after leaving Osborne Town, Mark will come out to take charge of the cooking.
But Enzo felt that he never enjoyed his meals enough.
Although Mark's food is delicious, the quantity is too small.
A whole basket of steamed buns was not enough for him to make by himself. As long as he didn't kill any large prey, Enzo felt that he was only half full at every meal.
Now that we are heading towards inland cities, it will be even more difficult to hunt large prey.
Enzo felt really sorry for his small appetite.
Well, come to think of it...it seems that even when he was eating a whole roasted wild boar in the Warcraft Mountains, he was only half full?
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