I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 273 The World of Dark Cuisine (Part 3)

The conversation with the Elf Queen went very smoothly. In addition to achieving a friendly exchange, Ron also wanted to integrate into the traditional culture and customs of the elves.

But unfortunately, he had just expressed his selfless dedication to the elves.
The selfish and self-serving Dark Ancestor forcefully rejected his proposal.

The reason is that Ron is not fully developed and is not up to the task.

This is really a sad story.

In addition, Ron accepted a huge order for four thousand bottles of alchemical potions.

Sigh~ After all, these are imported goods, 99% rare items. I wonder if Miss Elena brought enough goods, or if she'll give me a commission?
Although he inherited Cyrus VII's estate, Ron was no longer a pauper.

But who doesn't want more money?
It was late at night, and a cool breeze swept through his clothes, making Ron, whose mood was heavy, feel a chill to the bone.

Tonight's gains were greater than he had imagined, and most importantly, they were related to the apocalypse.

The gradual passing of the rightful god, the secrets hidden within the temple, and Verex's prophetic dreams.

The ancient wizard's ramblings as he transformed into a dragon, Fiona's true intentions in leaving the continent of Oran a thousand years ago, and Chrisel's terrifying magical weapons in the face of danger.

These clues seem to reveal some terrible changes that are taking place.

Perhaps one day, the sun will never rise again, or never set again.
Ron felt inexplicably down.

At that moment, a strong hand landed on his shoulder.

Ron turned his head and took a closer look, only to find that the president, whose hair was being blown by the evening breeze, had followed them up at some point, holding two steaming skewers of meat in his hand.

"Actually, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself. The apocalypse is not worth mentioning at all."

Olivia's demeanor was exceptionally bold.

"President, do you have a solution?"

The blond boy asked in surprise.

It's not surprising that he thought that way; Olivia's talent was simply heaven-defying, and even if he were to use cheat codes to catch up, it would take forever.

Upon hearing this, the woman took a bite of her meat skewer and handed one to Ron, vaguely expressing her thoughts.

"Well, it's not that simple. What I mean is that we can find a good burial site and bury ourselves as soon as possible."

"What kind of meat is this? It's so hard to chew!"

President, you are truly magnanimous.
Ron rolled his eyes inwardly, quickly composed himself, picked up the skewer in his hand, and took a bite.

The moment the meat skewers entered my mouth, an unimaginable, pungent aroma surged into my oral cavity.

I tentatively chewed it with my teeth, and felt the toughness of the rubber as I bit into it.

Pah! What is this thing?
Could it be meat made from leather shoe soles?
How come there's technology and ruthless work in another world?
Ron stuck out his tongue and saw that Olivia had already eaten most of the synthetic meat skewers in a short time.

He couldn't help but ask in surprise:
"President, where did you buy this string of pearls?"

"This isn't real meat at all!"

"Right there."

The black-haired woman pointed to the street where the apartment was located.

It was a roadside open-air stall with a very low profile, run by a demon with horns on his head and dark brown skin.

Beside him was a plaque with the four large characters "Dark Cuisine" written on it.

If Olivia hadn't pointed the way, Ron wouldn't have even noticed.

However, after seeing the greasy tabletop of the stall,
His gaze sharpened, and he instantly understood what was going on.

Unscrupulous businesses deceive customers with inferior ingredients, making money through unethical means.

Thinking of this, Ron dragged Olivia, who was struggling with the "rubber," to the stall and slammed the synthetic meat skewers onto the table in front of the owner.

"Hey, this meat is synthetic, it's not real meat at all!"

Unexpectedly, the demon boss didn't even lift an eyelid, and coldly snorted:
"Hmph, we in the world of dark cuisine have always been honest and fair to all, young and old."

"A poor man's meal that costs one Federal Coin, do you expect to eat a whole cow?"

Hey, you still have the nerve to talk back!
Upon hearing this, Ron almost laughed out of anger.

According to the currency exchange system I studied with the Verex siblings a few days ago, 5 bronze deer can be exchanged for 1 federal coin.

The price wasn't low, yet you still resorted to deception.

Just as Ron was about to uphold justice and argue with his boss about what constituted honest business practices,
Olivia suddenly stretched and took out the Federal Coins that Vivian had given her from her pocket, and generously slapped them on the greasy table.

"Boss, ten more skewers, please!"

Hey, don't eat junk food!

-

Hector Mitchell is a pure-blooded demon chef.

At this moment, he was carrying out a top-secret assassination mission assigned by the rebel leader.

Compared to my colleagues during the day,

This demon chef is clearly much more professional.

At least they knew how to conceal their identity as assassins.

Recalling the handsome young man in the portrait with his white eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to concentrate on grilling the meat skewers in his hands.

Chefs and assassins are seemingly unrelated things.
But Hector Mitchell, who is skilled in this area, clearly has his own unique techniques.

This brings us to his title—the master of the dark cuisine world.
In addition, he is ranked 4th on the assassin list and is known as the deadly poison master who kills without hesitation.

Legend has it that the food he prepared was so pure that not a trace of toxin could be detected by any method.

But if anyone gets even a tiny bit of it, regardless of race, even a troll, they will die from the awfulness of his cooking.

Hector Mitchell once even killed three high-ranking members of parliament with his inedible cooking at a well-security banquet.

'Ha, you guys really got off easy. To avoid arousing suspicion from the start, I specifically bought mutton flavoring powder.'

"Eat, eat, and by the time you've eaten enough and realize something's wrong, even the steel behemoth will likely suffer a agonizing death, its intestines ruptured."

As he was thinking, he handed the ten grilled skewers of lamb to Olivia, whose face was flushed.

"Hey buddy, how about a skewer?"

"It's an apology for my excessive words."

A skilled assassin can always come up with a suitable reason.

Seeing that Ron had no intention of tasting it, Hector coaxed him gently, abandoning his previous indifference and forcibly stuffing the culinary disaster into Ron's hands.

Olivia's enormous appetite surprised him somewhat.

But it doesn't matter, he prepared a full 100 skewers of ingredients to ensure the success of the mission.

Once the target eats one skewer, his mission is complete!

Ron looked at the meat skewers that the demon boss shoved into his hand, emitting a pungent, artificial aroma, and was filled with conflicting emotions.

However, after feeling the stall owner's sincere gaze, he still tentatively prepared to take a bite.

But at this moment.

"Ron, children shouldn't eat too much spicy food, it will affect their development!"

Olivia snatched the meat skewers from the blond boy's hand and stuffed them all into her mouth with lightning speed.

One of the dating tips is to use a little coquettishness when dining with male friends to break down the boundaries between you. This will attract more of their attention.

This is also the teaching of the witch.

Looking at Olivia, who was even more possessive of her food than a stray dog, Ron's lips twitched, but in the end he didn't dare to pry his share out of her mouth.

So he could only give the stall owner an apologetic smile.

Damn it, that damned woman!

When did my cooking skills become so good? Is it because of the lamb flavoring powder?
Indeed, evil is evil, and it should not be used too often!

Hector Mitchell's heart sank. This dark-haired woman, not mentioned in the documents, was a formidable opponent even in his career of disastrous cooking.

'Hmph, since you love to eat so much, I'll let you eat your fill!'

In a flash, the demon boss changed his mind, his smile widening as he took out eighteen more skewers from the cooler and grilled them over the charcoal fire.

This fire is no ordinary fire; it is formed by alchemy using magma and sulfur, and contains dozens of highly toxic, colorless, and odorless gases.

Amidst the flying sparks and swirling heat, Ron's head throbbed with the overpowering aroma of mutton and artificial flavoring, and he felt a slight discomfort.

But the president didn't seem to realize this and continued to do as he pleased, saying:
"I'll take them all!"

The second tip for dating is to show a side of yourself that you don't usually show to a man, in order to create a contrast.

Thinking about it, I realized that we always met in Ron's office, so opportunities to have a meal together like this were extremely rare.

Olivia felt she had to portray herself as "endearing" while eating to differentiate herself from her aloof female boss.

Yes, it's best to tell him to stop seeing those shady women!
All of them!?
Upon hearing this, Hector Mitchell's heart skipped a beat.

You should know that these lamb skewers were prepared with great care by him; an ordinary person who licked one would be rushed to the hospital.

And this woman actually, actually
Damn it, what do you take my dignity for?
What do they take the world of bizarre cooking for?!
Hector Mitchell was furious and took out the remaining seventy skewers of lamb.

This time, however, he did not underestimate his opponent. Instead, he turned around, held his breath, and carefully lifted the curtain made of special metal.

In an instant, a deep red light appeared in his eyes, seemingly reflecting countless wronged souls struggling painfully in the deep red liquid.

Ghost pepper sauce, also a bizarre food in the world of culinary disasters, originated from alchemists who were passionate about cooking.
Characterized by its non-spicy front door and spicy back door, it claims no fewer than tens of thousands of lives in the Federation every year.

What's before you is the essence that Hector Mitchell has further extracted and purified: Ghost Pepper Oil!

Compared to traditional hot sauce, ghost pepper oil not only tastes better, but it's also easy to overeat without realizing it, and it can even burn your intestines, truly causing intestinal rot.

The demon boss sneered, then gritted his teeth and coated the remaining meat skewers with chili oil before grilling them over the lava charcoal fire.

In an instant, billowing white smoke rose from the meat skewers, completely obscuring both sides of the street.

Even with Ron's current physique, he couldn't help but feel as if his skin was being burned by fire.

Olivia's gaze sharpened, as if she sensed a subtle threat emanating from the meat skewers.

but--

The third dating tip is to maintain a contrasting persona, even revealing some flaws that aren't really flaws, so that men will care about you and love you more.

The president felt that being able to eat a lot was the most contrasting personality trait.

On the surface, she's a reliable, aloof female boss, but behind the scenes, she's a little foodie.

"I want them all!"

"Ron, don't you dare take my food!"

The dark-haired woman smiled confidently, while giving Ron a "fierce" glare.

This is also one of the flirting techniques taught by Elena.

Seeing Olivia, who looked like a starving ghost about to be reborn and even about to attack, Ron trembled and didn't dare to utter a sound.

I want them all!

The demon boss was utterly terrified, so much so that his underwear almost fell to the ground.

However, he quickly calmed down and instead sneered inwardly.

You're really courting death. Today I'm going to see how you'll be dissolved into a pool of blood by the corruption of this culinary dread.

His dark brown hands trembled slightly as he handed over the meat skewers, watching Olivia devour them one after another.

One string, two strings, three strings.
In just three minutes, Olivia had stuffed it all into her stomach.

"Phew, that was really satisfying, but I'm still a little hungry."

The black-haired woman patted her slightly flat stomach and said, feigning distress. At that moment, both the demon boss and Ron broke out in a cold sweat.

One was so terrified that he began to doubt his own culinary career.

The other person felt that the president had become increasingly strange lately. He was still the same person, but he seemed to have developed violent tendencies such as being possessive of his food, being greedy, and stealing food.

Fortunately, Olivia remembered to restrain herself.
She slapped the change Vivian had given her onto the greasy table and patted Ron's cheek with the back of her hand.

"Let's go back, what are you thinking about?"

Ron then snapped out of his daze, nodded quickly, and followed closely behind the president.

However, after walking a few meters, he turned back and glanced at the demon boss before looking away.

-

Damn it, what race is that woman?
Could it be the legendary Demon King?!

Under the cover of night, Hector Mitchell, pale-faced after his failed assassination attempt, found his mind wandering aimlessly.

No one could accept that their lifelong pursuit of culinary excellence had been defeated by a woman they had never heard of.

Perhaps, perhaps she is just a little special, only able to endure for a short time but unable to digest it at all?
Yes, that must be it. She must have turned into a pool of blood by now!

As the barbecue owner thought this, he quietly arrived at the hotel where the delegation was staying.

True assassins never give up easily, even when faced with unprecedented setbacks.

Hector Mitchell hid in the shadows of the corner, his eyes scanning the security measures that were manned every ten steps, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He rummaged around in his pocket for a moment, then pulled out a small metal bottle made of a special alloy and carefully twisted off the cap.

A drop of deep red chili oil fell to the ground, making a slight hissing sound as it corroded. A large hole was burned into the concrete pavement.

"Three, two, one, fall!"

Hector Mitchell silently counted to three, and as a gentle breeze swept through, the pungent smell immediately wafted over the security team guarding the gate.

In an instant, the faces of these seasoned soldiers turned red one after another, the intensely stimulating sensation causing them to collapse to the ground and lose consciousness.

As expected, it wasn't a problem with my cooking.

Seeing this, the demon boss regained some of his confidence.

He hid in the shadows of a corner and sneaked into the hotel's main entrance. He then used the same trick to take down the hotel's hidden security personnel before swaggering up to the top floor.

According to intelligence, the target lives on this floor.

After looking at the dozen or so identical suites, the demon boss sniffed lightly.

As a chef, he is extremely sensitive to smells.

In that instant, he caught a faint scent of peaches.

This is the smell of that horrible woman!

Under the moonlight, Hector Mitchell, tucked away in the shadows of the corridor, was caught in a dilemma.

He wanted to see if Olivia had actually died from the culinary disaster.

But I'm also very worried about seeing a bad outcome.

Damn it, when did I become so timid and cowardly? Can one failure really make me so despondent?

No, never!

Hector Mitchell made up his mind and followed the scent to Olivia's door, quietly pricking up his ears.

Upon hearing the steady breathing sounds from inside the room, his face inevitably turned pale.

Forget it, there are many things in the world that I don't understand. He's just a monster, it's not that serious.
The gatekeeper of the dark cuisine world consoled himself in this way.

After quickly composing himself, Hector Mitchell, hiding in the shadows of the corridor, sniffed again.

This time, he smelled a bright, sunny scent.

This is the mission objective!

The demon boss's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to Ron's door and quietly pricked up his ears.

Glug-glug—plop-plop—underwear, underwear.
After he heard the commotion inside, a confident smile returned to his lips.

Just as predicted, the mission target developed gastrointestinal discomfort and started having diarrhea.

Although Ron spat out the skewers as soon as he realized he couldn't bite them, he still couldn't avoid the culinary disaster.

The effect was a bit less than ideal, but it was still good enough!
Diarrhea is the most vulnerable time for any race.

Launching a sneak attack at this time would guarantee a successful steal every time.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Hector Mitchell seemed to already see himself receiving his reward, pushing biological limits and taking his dark cuisine to a higher level.

But just as his hand touched the doorknob, the hairs on his body stood on end, and an immense fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Danger!

Will die!
Beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead to his temples, finally dripping onto the soft floor of the hotel.

The guy in the room clearly has diarrhea, and he's completely relaxed and unable to resist, so why do I have this illusion that he'll die if I sneak up on him?!
Haunted, Hector Mitchell quietly removed the doorknob and retreated back into the shadows.

But just then, as he twitched his nose, he suddenly caught a whiff of another vibrant scent.

Age 18, female, vampire.
In that brief moment, he instantly realized something.

That was one of only two heads of the Moon Concealment Clan, and one of the most important figures in the Federation.

These two seem to have a pretty good relationship with the young girl from the Tsukiin family; they even live in adjacent rooms. If I kidnap her, I can threaten her into submitting and eating my culinary disasters.
Thinking of this, a ruthless glint appeared on Hector Mitchell's face.

He carefully took his first steps and surprisingly slipped into the vampire girl's room with remarkable ease.

After circling the suite, Hector Mitchell located the bedroom, drew a sharp chef's knife from his waist, and pushed open the door.

Looking at Vivian, who was sleeping soundly on the bed in her nightgown, completely unsuspecting...

A fierce glint flashed in Hector Mitchell's eyes as he raised his knife and slashed at the vampire girl's neck.

Blood must be drawn to maximize the fear brought by the threat, so that the target loses all hope and obediently eats his culinary monstrosity.

As a seasoned chef, he knows too many ways to sever arteries and keep ingredients alive for a short period of time.

-

crunch--

As the airship slammed to the ground, Velex's heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, a sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart.

Sigh... I hope Vivian is alright.
He sighed silently to himself.

“Councilor Verex, this way please.”

Before he could even unbuckle his seatbelt, Verex saw the airship door open and five or six fully armed soldiers enter.

Is this to prevent me from escaping?

Velex suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and smiled casually, saying:

"After traveling at full speed for more than ten hours on an airship, it would be extremely impolite to go to see the Speaker without checking one's instruments."

"Congressman Velex, the Speaker has been waiting for a long time, please hurry!"

An hour later, escorted by a dozen armed soldiers, Verex arrived at the tower located in the very center of the capital city, like a bureaucrat about to face trial.

This is the core of power in the Radiant Federation, and a political ally that countless people would kill to become.

As the elevator ascended floor by floor, even the experienced Verex couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After all, he didn't know what the future held, but as a vampire councilor, he simply couldn't escape it.

Ding--

Finally, with a soft thud, the elevator arrived at the top floor.

After passing through layers of security, he finally met the Speaker of the Federal Parliament, whom he hadn't seen many times in decades.

Of course, it was just a view from behind.

This person, who secretly controls countless forces and has lived for countless years, seems unwilling to show his face to the public.

So much so that only a few people know his race and gender.

Why didn't Vivian come back with you?

Suddenly, in the sleek office filled with various pipes, a cold, mechanical voice, indistinguishable between male and female, rang out.

“Uh…” Verex paused for a moment, then quickly realized, “Vivian said that her classmates are at the Magic Research Institute in Gear City, and she plans to come back in a while.”

"Oh, is that so? I thought you were deliberately keeping her from coming back."

The mechanical voice sighed, but Verex felt a chill run down his spine.

His prepared remarks were completely disrupted, and he was momentarily at a loss for how to begin the conversation.

But just then, an unusually cold, mechanical voice suddenly spoke:

"Vellex, I have something for you to do."

Even though the Speaker of the Federal Parliament did not emphasize it, Verex still understood that this was an order rather than a request.

“Use the communication device you left for the outsiders to send them a coordinate and tell them to go there.”

why?
Verex's breath hitched; he felt a bit of pressure.

He hadn't expected the speaker to be so straightforward and direct with him about this.

Normally, shouldn't the discussion drag on for a few hours first, so that negotiations can proceed smoothly?

“Speaker, if we want to contact them, Harrison can do it for us; it doesn’t have to be me…”

"Ha, Verex, you're a cautious man. Don't tell me you didn't leave any backup communication methods for outsiders before you left?"

Before Verex could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by the Speaker of the Federal Parliament.

A cold, mechanical sound crackled for a moment, then took on a seductive quality.

"Vellex, you should understand what I mean. I don't want to repeat myself."

"You should know that they are outsiders, while you are a member of the Federation."

"This is not a betrayal, but a heroic act of protecting federal interests."

"At that time, the entire parliament will be led by you, your bills will be passed quickly, and the vampires will become the most noble race in the Federation. There will be no more poor people who cannot afford to drink blood."

"Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?"

"But, but..."

Verex's hands trembled slightly, and he felt quite resistant.

However, before he could refuse, he heard a cold, mechanical voice again.

“If you do as I say now, you can still get Vivian out of this mess.”

"otherwise……"

Although the Speaker of the Federal Parliament did not finish speaking, Verex still sensed the threat in his words.

He fell silent.

Ron and Olivia are indeed incredibly powerful, but are they powerful enough to rival the entire Federation and those terrifying weapons that can destroy a city from thousands of miles away?

He raised his hand and slowly lowered it.

(End of this chapter)