The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 568 Roasted Whole Beef
However, no matter how good the timer was, it couldn't withstand Igniva constantly spraying air at it, as if adding sparks would make the pointer spin faster.

Such good dragon breath is too good to waste on an innocent timer, so Moran, following the principle of "might as well use it," summoned Igniva over:

"If you're bored while waiting, use your dragon breath to grill the meat for me!"

"Can I help too?" Igniva said with delight.

Moran nodded: "Dragon's Breath has a higher temperature, so it can be baked faster and the taste should be better. But you have to follow my instructions, otherwise if it's ruined, we'll have to start all over again."

The red dragon's breath is essentially a purer and more violent form of fire elemental power, used in the same way as a flamethrower.

“Okay, okay! I’ll do as you say!” Igniva said.

It's better to help him grill the meat quickly than to stand by and drool, suppressing the urge to burn the house down in one breath.

The cooks had already skewered the whole volcanic rhinoceros, which had been marinated in lava salt, onto the grill.

Moran made the flamethrower move aside and arranged for Igniva to go over: "First, take a small breath of dragon breath, just a little more powerful than when you sprayed the timer earlier, and be careful to keep the firepower stable."

Igniva nodded, took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and with a "whoosh," exhaled a stream of crimson dragon breath flames.

Moran's face was flushed red.

"The temperature is too high, let's lower it a bit."

"Alright, alright! Hold on!"

After adjusting the temperature, Moran had a thought, and the barbecue grill, carrying the volcanic rhinoceros, moved to the flames spewed by Igniva, constantly adjusting the distance and position to facilitate heating.

The two spice brushes work together perfectly, applying oil, sauce, and seasonings wherever they can be used.

Seeing that the kitchen utensils and Igniva were working well together, Moran sat down with peace of mind and simply maintained the cooking magic while waiting for the food to be ready.

Less than a minute after sitting down, Igniva suddenly intensified his dragon breath attack.

Moran immediately stood up, manually using magic to isolate the dragon's breath while reminding him, "Why did you suddenly increase the firepower?"

Fortunately, the set of kitchen utensils in the mobile kitchen had been with her since she first learned cooking magic. Having been influenced by her magic for so many years, it was an old friend and its reaction was just as fast as hers.

Upon noticing that he had suddenly increased his dragon breath, the barbecue grill immediately retreated to the side with the volcanic rhinoceros.

That's why the volcanic rhinoceros meat wasn't roasted directly into charcoal.

Igniva puffed out his cheeks and looked over innocently. His dragon breath extinguished, leaving a thin wisp of black smoke: "I want to go faster..."

"We can't go any faster. The volcanic rhinoceros meat can only withstand this temperature of dragon breath. Any higher and it'll be roasted to a crisp!" Moran said.

"I understand..." Igniva said guiltily, "I promise I won't increase the dragon breath temperature this time, can we continue?"

Moran, fearing he might come up with another surprise attack, said directly, "Don't change the dragon breath temperature, volume, or coverage area. Just keep it the same as before!"

"Oh!" Igniva indicated that he had taken it to heart, and inhaled and exhaled again, maintaining the perfect amount of dragonfire.

The barbecue grill then returned with the volcanic rhinoceros meat and continued to turn and grill it.

Moran watched for a while and, finding everything normal, breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to sit down, she suddenly noticed the dragon tentatively shaking its head and quickly stopped it, saying, "Don't move your head!"

Igniva was caught fidgeting, and his mind went blank.

He was quiet for less than a minute before his mind started wandering again. He couldn't move his head, but could he move his body?

It's too much to make Long stand here motionless as punishment. If he had known that he had to stay still while eating barbecue, he might as well have just been drooling over it!
Thinking of this, he wiggled his hips and stomped his feet.

At first, the movements were small and did not affect the dragon's breath flames, so Moran didn't say anything to him.

As a result, he became increasingly unruly, and the barbecue grill spent a lot of effort dealing with his antics.

Moran said helplessly, "If you keep moving around like this, the meat will have to be roasted for another three minutes."

Igniva immediately became obedient, but the good mood didn't last long. After a while, he suddenly withdrew his dragon breath: "Um, it smells so good, I need to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his throat bobbed, and he swallowed his saliva as if he were drinking it like a cow.

After swallowing, he immediately resumed breathing.

Moran: "..."

She realized that this guy had absolutely no patience and needed to be watched constantly.

The whole roasted cow, which originally required an hour to roast, could be done in ten minutes after using Igniva's dragon breath.

However, because he kept causing problems, the baking time was doubled, taking twenty minutes to bake.

When Igniva was moved aside, not only Igniva breathed a sigh of relief, but Moran also did.

Finally, sprinkle with crushed hell pepper, drizzle with lava salt solution, and insert red-hot obsidian shards on top to add a crispy texture. Use a regular blowtorch to heat it slightly to release the aroma, and the hell lava roasted whole cow is ready.

Igniva had been sitting at the table for a long time, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

When Moran arrived at the restaurant with the barbecue grill floating on an oversized platter, he noticed the charred blackened table in front of Igniva.

Noticing Moran's gaze, Igniva sat up straighter and used his arm to shield the blackened tabletop.

Vasida, who was standing next to a thin wall of air that shielded her from the pungent smell, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Now, what doesn't Moran know?
This guy just spat out sparks again!

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Igniva pulled out another book: "Pay back the dining table."

Moran took a look and saw that it was another book written by the Red Dragon, imitating the Primordial Red Dragon's "Civil Code of Burning the World," titled "Civil Code of Burning the Village."
"Do you Red Dragons have a custom of burning legal texts like the 'Civil Code'?"

“Of course! If you don’t write a ‘Burning Code,’ you can’t even call yourself a descendant of the ancient red dragon, Lord Garlos!” Igniva said confidently.

"Did you write it?" Vasida asked curiously.

“If I’m going to write something, I’ll write the ‘Code of Burning the Nation.’ I’ve already finished the book, all I need is experience!” After saying that, Igniva rubbed his palms together: “Um… can I eat it now? I’m almost dizzy from the aroma.”

"Wait a minute!" Moran took out a bottle of liquor and poured him a glass: "This is a fiery liquor brewed from hell peppers and high-concentration alcohol, perfect for roasting a whole cow in hell lava!"

After pouring the wine, he said, "Eat up!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Igniva began to eat.

Moran realized that she had prepared such exquisite tableware for nothing. This guy didn't even glance at the tableware, swept it aside with a wave of his hand, and started eating directly from the barbecue grill.