◎The improvement of cooking methods must start with kitchen utensils◎
In Warren's initial plan, the actions to gather all the demons in the Demon King's Palace were mostly centered around illusion cards. However, looking at the hard-to-swallow breakfast in front of him, he felt that the [Potatoes and Pork Recipe] card came just in time.
Almost impatiently, he pushed the plate of raw meat away and looked at Li'er with his crimson eyes. He ordered, "Take me to the kitchen."
Lill shuddered slightly.
Although he knew rationally that this demon king was different from the one he served before, he had after all experienced the tragedy of the previous demon king causing bloodshed over a disagreement. When he heard Warren say he was going to the kitchen, his first reaction was that this demon king was going to fire the chef and replace him with a new one because the food was not to his liking.
However, when he arrived at the kitchen, Warren did not show any sign of being angry. Instead, he asked, "Who is the head chef?" and walked behind the familiar chef, carefully observing their cooking process.
——It’s a bit of a stretch to call it a cooking process.
The servant chefs worked together to lift the bloody piece of meat and put it over the flame to burn. Even the surface of the meat was still bleeding red. They hurriedly turned it over and cooked it again. Finally, they took it off and put it on a stone plate. The whole process took less than two minutes.
Even without the memory of the past, Warren still felt a sense of discomfort. He rubbed his temples and looked at the burning wood in the middle of the kitchen and the two iron racks above the fire for the meat.
It is obviously impossible to make delicious food with such primitive kitchen utensils and cooking methods.
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Although Warren, who had lost his memory, knew nothing about cooking, the R card he had just drawn yesterday could solve this problem.
He took out the card [Recipe for Fried Potatoes with Pork] and adjusted it to a state visible to everyone. The pale white card turned into a projection, perfectly replicating the entire cooking process of washing vegetables, heating oil, and stir-frying in mid-air. When the fried potatoes with pork and overflowing soup were served on the plate, a steaming mist filled the projection, and the whole kitchen seemed to be filled with the fresh, spicy and tender aroma.
The demons had never seen such delicacies before. They stared with their eyes wide open and drooled. A few of them with poor self-control couldn't help but reach out to grab them, but found nothing. Then they realized that it was just a projection of the Demon King. They shivered in fear and quickly moved back, fearing that the Demon King would vent his anger on them. However, they didn't want to leave the beauty in front of them, so they looked up eagerly.
Warren didn't care about the familiar's disrespect. He adjusted the progress bar on the card, freezing at the moment when the iron pot just appeared. He pointed at the iron pot on the gas stove and looked at the familiar chef: "Do you understand the use of this kitchen utensil?"
The familiar chef thought seriously.
As servants who serve the Demon King for life, the closer they are to the Demon King, the more honorable their position is. Although chefs can come into contact with food, the possibility of seeing the Demon King is too low, so it is still a lowly position in the eyes of servants.
The familiar chef didn't care about this. His love for food was enough to break all old customs and shackles, so he chose this position without hesitation. Since he took the position of chef, he had never burnt the meat, which made him always proud to think that he was a competent chef.
It was not until today when he saw the delicious food conjured up by the new Demon King that the Demon Chef was shocked to realize that the cooking skills he had been proud of were not excellent at all, and the delicious food that seemed to be glowing in the illusion were simply treasures from beyond the legendary realm, which made him unable to take his eyes off it.
It was not until the scene of making delicious food stopped that he came to his senses and realized that he was too focused on the food and didn't pay attention to the cooking process. He answered honestly: "I don't quite understand. Can you watch it again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other familiars in the kitchen gasped and looked at the familiar chef in horror - how brave! How dare he make a request to the Demon King!
The familiar chef opened his eyes wide in confusion.
Warren also couldn't understand these familiars making a fuss, so he simply ignored them and sent the card to the familiar chef, clicked play again, and turned to ask Lier: "Is there a weaponsmith in the Demon King's Palace?"
When he visited the castle yesterday, he saw the Demon King's arsenal, which displayed a variety of cold swords, spears, and halberds. The material was obviously some kind of metal, with various shapes, and some even had hidden magic sources. These weapons also made Warren understand Savia's Demon Realm more deeply - food, clothing, housing and transportation were close to primitive conditions, but the combat power was absolutely outstanding, and the weapons used for war were often updated.
If Warren was not in the extreme situation of having no magic power, being unable to practice, and being cursed, continuing to create new powerful weapons would be the best way for the Demon King Savia to consolidate his rule. However, for Warren now, no matter how sharp the weapon is, it cannot save him from his helpless state. It would be better to use these talents and materials to do something more valuable.
As he expected, Lier nodded immediately: "The Dark Iron Dwarves live in the magic weapon casting room outside the Demon King's Palace. I will go and bring their chieftain over now."
Although he did not show disdain or contempt, his words showed that he did not take the Dark Iron Dwarf seriously at all, and only regarded him as a fairly useful tool - considering the current situation of the jungle law on the continent of Savia, it is normal for demons who are specialized in a certain field but have low combat effectiveness to be treated like this.
Based on what Liel said, Warren had already roughly guessed the ability and status of the Dark Iron Dwarves. He rubbed his chin with his fingers, tilted his head to look at the familiar chef who was still staring at the card screen in fascination, and smiled slightly.
"Let's go to the magic weapon casting room," he patted the familiar chef's shoulder, "You come too, cooking is your specialty."
The familiar chef was flattered.
He was a simple-minded man. He thought that the Demon King praised him, so he grinned happily, with his pointed ears curled into crescent shapes. He took a few steps forward impatiently and pulled out a monster's hind leg from the stone basin behind him. After thinking for a while, he cut off a piece of white fat meat without any bones.
The card demonstration included steps for roasting the pork belly, and the familiar chef clearly understood them.
This familiar seemed to be a simple person, but he was extremely attentive to his duties. Warren happily kept track of him in his little talent book.
He was the first to push the door open and leave the kitchen. As he walked, he asked, "What kind of meat is that in your hand?"
It looked like they were just chatting in a friendly manner, but in fact, Warren really didn't know the food source of the demons in the Demon Realm, so he was quite nervous before, fearing that the various tribes in the Demon Realm would kill and eat each other.
After he entered the kitchen, although he was shocked by the demons' crude cooking methods, he also breathed a sigh of relief - apart from anything else, the meat was full of fat, and it was obvious at first glance that it was not from a poor demon, but most likely some kind of magical beast.
As expected, the chef scratched his ear and said truthfully: "This is the meat of the Greedy Beast."
Talking about the things he was most familiar with, the Demon Chef couldn't help but praise the tenderness of the Greedy Beast's meat. He thought the Demon King would think he was long-winded and boring, but when he looked up, he met Warren's attentive gaze. He was so excited that the tips of his ears turned red. He began to talk incessantly about how the Greedy Beast was covered with steel thorns and was immune to magic attacks, making it extremely difficult to capture. Only the Demon King's Palace and several major races in the Demon Realm could eat such a delicacy.
In fact, a lot of common sense about the Demon Realm can be analyzed from these trivial introductions, which are what Warren lacks. Therefore, he listened very carefully and even took notes using the system's built-in memo.
But for other familiars, these were all ordinary things. If they knew, how could the Demon King not know? The King was willing to listen, which showed that he valued the familiars.
Even if this demon king did not live up to his reputation, he was definitely much more powerful than the familiars. The familiars, which had always been regarded as low-level servants, had never been treated like this before. Their big round eyes were filled with confusion. Only the stubborn familiar chef did not feel anything wrong and was still enthusiastically talking about all kinds of knowledge about the Tanmao beast meat. He stopped talking with a look of unfulfilled desire until he reached the door of the foundry room.
The foundry was built right next to the Demon King's Palace. It was a crooked circular house made of crude stones and wood, surrounded by a small circle of tattered fences with blue spots. Crooked and rusty swords, cracked and notched knives and other waste were piled up half a meter high at the door, making the originally ordinary Demon King's Palace look tall and majestic.
The two little demons who were squatting and chatting by the door were the first to see the people coming. They recognized the golden devil's crown hanging on the top of Warren's head at a glance, and immediately realized that this was the new devil king. They jumped up in panic, and were stunned for a moment before they remembered the etiquette of meeting the devil king that the patriarch had told them, and they quickly fell to the ground.
"Lord Demon King!"
Warren raised his eyebrows slightly.
The two little demons in front of him had round heads and were not even as tall as his waist. They wore brown sack-like robes with all kinds of metal materials hanging on them. As they knelt, their thick and long tails stood up, and the shape of the top of the tail was like a hammer, swinging restlessly in the air.
Kind of cute.
He rubbed the little demon's head, motioned for them to stand up, and then he pushed open the wooden door and walked into the foundry.
As soon as I stepped into the house, I was almost knocked back by the deafening clanging sound.
The foundry room looked ordinary and simple from the outside, but it was a different world inside. Bright red flames clustered together, floating in the room like lanterns, lining up to rush to the forging table. The Dark Iron Dwarves carried large pieces of ore and threw them into the furnace, grabbing the floating flames and throwing them into the furnace. On the other side, several Dark Iron Dwarves stood in front of the forging table, hammering on the table with their thick tails, hammering the metal into the shape of a long sword.
Under the impact of this mysterious scene, Warren felt for the first time that he had arrived in the magical world.
The Dark Iron Dwarf who was carrying ore was the first to notice the appearance of Warren and his party. His suspicious and vigilant eyes turned into shock the moment they fell on the Demon King's Crown. The ore in his hands fell to the ground, and he knelt down hurriedly: "Master Demon King!"
The banging sounds in the foundry suddenly stopped.
The Dark Iron Dwarves all put down their work, knelt on the ground, and shouted "Lord Demon King". The flames floating in the air gathered into a ball and hurriedly drilled into the furnace.
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