The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 267 Basil Snake Soup

The other little witches were in similar situations.

Although they all had the summer break at the end of their second year to learn some magic on their own in preparation for the opening of the inner area.

However, he didn't grasp the knowledge as quickly as Moran, and only learned the basics. The whole process was full of unexpected problems.

Every now and then, little witches would be seriously injured and rescued by the guardian dean, then lie in a row on the magic waterbed.

Everyone was in similar mountain forests, and the wild animals they encountered were also similar, but they were not in the same place.

While Moran was watching the monitoring screens of the other little witches, she could also think about how she would react if she were in their shoes.

They seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

In the kitchen, the first batch of skewered holly snake meat began to smell delicious. Moran glanced at it and, feeling it was almost ready, took a skewer to taste.

I have to say, grilled holly snake meat is really delicious! It's so fresh and fragrant!

After finishing one skewer, my appetite was whetted!

The aroma of meat wafted over, and the little witches lying on the waterbed began to protest in their stomachs.

It was almost noon, and they still hadn't had lunch! How could they possibly resist such a delicious aroma?
The Amisas couldn't help but glance this way.

In the end, it was Moran's guardian dean, number 69 Amisha, who came over and asked, "Do you sell kebabs?"

"What do you mean by selling it!" Moran looked at the dean with an expression that said, "This holly snake is so big, I can't finish it all by myself. It was meant to be shared with everyone, everyone gets a share! This batch should all be roasted by now, I'll distribute it to everyone right away."

She used the largest grill and grilled 150 skewers in one batch.

The deans and the little witch on the magic waterbed each received three strings of food, and there were still some left over.

Moran used levitation to lift the snake meat skewers on the grill, distributing them in groups of three to all the ladies of Amisa.

When she brought the skewers of grilled meat to the waterbed, Ms. Amisha, dressed in purple, stopped her, saying, "The course assignment is not yet completed, so you cannot receive food support from outside the venue."

The little witches, their mouths watering with envy: "(‵□′)!"

How could Ms. Amisa say such cruel things!

Moran had no choice but to give Ms. Amisha a few more skewers, and comforted the little witches, "Focus on your lessons and finish your assignments. There's plenty more! I'll save some for you to eat after class!"

The little witches: "()"

The dean is bad, Moran is good!
Once the grill was empty, the second batch of skewers was put on the grill and grilled over and over again.

Moran did indeed leave some for the little witches who were still in class, and didn't rush to bake them.

Even so, the little witches on the magic waterbed felt incredibly tormented.

As more and more dishes in Moran's mobile kitchen released their aromas, their mouths began to water uncontrollably.

Those despicable deans are freeloading at Moran's place, while they're lying here unable to move, forced to concentrate on their books despite their empty stomachs and the aroma of food.

When they were healed and teleported back to the inner area, they even breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the inner area wasn't exactly a pleasant place, at least it wasn't bothersome with its strong fragrance.

As Moran ate skewers and drank beer while watching the monitoring screen, he felt somewhat transported back to the pre-apocalyptic world of Earth, enjoying skewers and watching variety shows.

Perhaps the little witches were too enticed by the aroma of barbecue while they were healing.

On the screen, several little witches killed their prey, checked the books to make sure it was edible, and then skinned, cut, and roasted it over a fire.

This person clearly hasn't even finished reading "Common Wilderness Survival Guide," and doesn't even know how to remove the smell of blood. The smell of blood in the wild is a major no-no!

Moreover, in the woods, there aren't many seasonings available, so how delicious can the barbecue be?

Sure enough, before he could even get a bite of the meat, he was back on the magic waterbed to heal his injuries.

Those who survived the wild beast attack had indescribable expressions as they ate the meat.

Moran looked at the meat in her hand and it smelled even better.

She ate a few skewers of grilled snake meat to whet her appetite, and then ate a bowl of rice with stir-fried snake meat with chili peppers.

After the meal, I drank a small bowl of Three Delicacies Snake Soup.

Then I took a bag of salt and pepper snake pieces as a snack.

Tired of watching the monitor screen and listening to Ms. Amisa's explanations, she took out her witch's book and continued reading the "Cursed Witch's Magic Book" that she had copied from the second-grade library.

She has now learned curse magic.

The wintergreen snake soup I made according to Warren's recipe is still simmering slowly; it needs to cook for several hours before it's considered successful.

Moran ended the mission early, and Ms. Amisa No. 69 no longer had a target to keep an eye on, so she would occasionally help check on the snake soup to see if it was cooked properly.

I also added some herbs to the snake soup:

"When I was young, I studied culinary magic on Delicious Island. Adding some basil to the holly snake soup will make it taste even better!"

Indeed, as Ms. Amisha (No. 69) said, the snake soup became more and more fragrant the longer it was stewed after adding basil.

The aroma was rich but not cloying. Mo Lan caught a whiff of it while reading and couldn't help but glance at the large pot of snake soup several times.

If it weren't for the crispy and savory salt and pepper snake pieces she was eating, she would have been tempted to go and watch over the pot.

If she's like this, then the little witches on the magic waterbed must be even more so.

Since basil was added to the snake soup, the magic waterbed has been receiving the little witch much less frequently.

On the monitoring screen, the little witches seemed to have suddenly developed a high level of resilience. Although they still encountered many problems while searching for water, they were better at protecting themselves in battle and asked the guardian dean for help much less often.

Ms. Amisha, number 69, quietly returned to the center of the group of guardian deans and sat down, keeping her merits and fame hidden.

In the evening, Sylph encountered a century-old camphor tree in the mountains. Guided by the Tree Friend spell, she found the water source before sunset and became the second little witch to complete the course.

As soon as she came out, Moran invited her to eat: "You came out at just the right time! The wintergreen snake soup will be ready soon!"

Sylph didn't even glance at the things she had hunted, and threw herself into Moran's arms.

No matter how well she cooked the things she hunted, they couldn't compare to the snake meat that had consumed most of her day.

After the snake soup was cooked, Moran served a bowl to all the Amisha ladies.

She and Sylph each held a bowl and drank.

"This meat soup smells so good!" Sylph felt all the fatigue of the day washed away. "No wonder even dragons drool over it!"

Moran nodded repeatedly: "Delicious Island truly lives up to its reputation!"

"How so?" Sylph asked, her mouth full of snake soup, her words muffled.

"The basil leaves bring out the aroma of the holly snake meat. This isn't in the library's recipes; Ms. Amisha learned it from Delicious Island. I definitely want to visit Delicious Island someday!"

Moran is now very interested in the delicious island that brings together the culinary delights of the Valen continent.