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Chi Que's heart skipped a beat.

Even though the sound was clearly heard, no one around reacted. Is this a special ability of celebrities?

He glanced at Aston, who was still arguing with Cameron.

Since he probably wouldn't be able to attend to him for the time being, he strode towards the small room.

"What happened?" The moment he entered the room, Mi'er immediately locked the door, clearly not wanting their conversation to be overheard by others. He couldn't help but become a little serious as well.

"The chef has many little secrets that I don't know." Mi'er didn't answer directly, but instead rested her hand on her chin, making a reasoning gesture, her eyes filled with cunning.

Chi Que's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm: "What secrets could I possibly have?"

Mi'er pulled out an antique scroll tied with a dark red ribbon from her sleeve: "This is for you."

Chi Que took the scroll with a puzzled look. It felt like some kind of treated leather, but it also looked like wood.

"What is this?" He examined it from all angles, but he couldn't make out what was written on it.

"He's a bishop from the church." Mir tilted her head and looked at him. "He came to me during my break today and told me to give this to my roommate, because he'll need it."

She paused, then added, "The bishop looked very serious, and his tone was firm, leaving no room for me to refuse."

"A bishop?" Chi Que frowned imperceptibly. He didn't think he had ever had any contact with the other party before.

This sudden attention made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"How did the chef meet the bishop?" Mia asked curiously, her face full of gossip.

Chi Que hesitated for a moment, then explained, "Perhaps, he is actually the one who rented the house to us?"

"Is that so?" Mi'er nodded thoughtfully. "Then he really is a good person."

nice guy?

maybe.

Chi Que stared at the scroll, hesitating whether to open it. Perhaps inside was a map, but hidden at the very end was a dagger, and then Mi'er would pick it up and plunge it into herself—

He quickly shook his head, suppressing the strange thought. He decided to open it and take a look, otherwise he would die of curiosity.

Chi Que slowly unrolled the scroll, his gaze sweeping over its contents, and his breath caught in his throat.

The scroll contains the method for processing blood crystals.

Although his chef level has reached blue, he is still at a loss as to how to deal with it. He wants to use the most primitive cooking method, but he is worried that it will damage the effect of the blood crystal.

But now, with the knowledge on the scroll, he was confident that he could perfectly handle the blood crystals and even provide more amplification effects.

However, this made him feel uneasy.

Why did that bishop give him this?

Could it really be someone he knew from back then?

But why not meet him directly instead of choosing this indirect approach?

He couldn't figure it out, but Chi Que kept it in mind.

Perhaps, even the bishop himself is not free.

"Please thank the bishop for me," Chi Que said, letting out a long sigh as he looked at Mi'er.

He turned and walked steadily back to the church.

The negotiations between Aston and the vampire youth seem to have reached an agreement.

Seeing Chi Que return, Aston nodded slightly without asking where he had been. Cameron, on the other hand, paid no attention to Chi Que's brief departure, focusing entirely on the legendary dish that was about to be recreated.

"I have reached an agreement with His Excellency Cameron, and he will generously provide his private kitchen for our use," Aston said.

"It would be my honor," Chi Que replied calmly, his gaze sweeping over Cameron. The vampire youth's face was now burning with an almost fanatical anticipation, a stark contrast to his ferocious appearance the night before.

"Please follow me, Your Excellency Aston, and this... Chef." Cameron eagerly led the way, taking the two away from the Blood Moon Church, through the blood-soaked inner city streets, and to a gloomy mansion decorated with dark red coats of arms.

In contrast, the kitchen was spacious and clean, fully equipped with all kinds of cooking utensils, and filled with the smell of high-end blood products.

"I've had the ingredients prepared; they're all top-quality." Cameron pointed to the kitchen counter, where, in addition to the usual ingredients, there was an exquisite velvet tray with ten blood gold coins stacked on it.

Big dog owner.

Chi Que silently cursed in his heart.

He walked to the kitchen counter, his gaze falling on the blood-red coins, which flickered almost imperceptibly.

He selected several spices that were readily available in the kitchen, prepared them, and put them into boiling water. Then, he picked up the Blood Coins and, with an extremely natural movement, turned his body slightly to the side, naturally mixing five ordinary Blood Coins into the mixture.

Thanks to his disguise, his movements were fluid and effortless, failing to attract the attention of the two onlookers.

The remaining five blood coins were thrown into the pot.

A fragrance that seemed to contain the essence of life rose up, and the two couldn't help but take a deep breath, their faces showing an intoxicated expression. The fatigue from last night's battle seemed to lessen somewhat.

【Blood Source Soothing Soup】

[Rank: Iron]

[Effect: Temporarily increases physical strength by four points, spirituality by one point, and elemental strength by two points. Effective for levels below six.]

[Physical and mental recovery abilities are greatly enhanced; perception and affinity for blood elements are significantly improved; mental trauma and agitation are slightly soothed; and bloodline potential is subtly stimulated for a short period of time.]

Chi Que's heart stirred slightly. The effect was actually better than the boiling blood soup he had made before.

Although five Blood Coins were used this time, the quality of the ingredients did not change much, which should be attributed to the power of casual cooking.

It seems I was still too greedy for less.

He discreetly poured the soup into two exquisite silver bowls and handed them to Aston and Cameron.

Cameron could no longer contain himself; he practically snatched the silver bowl and eagerly scooped up a spoonful, putting it into his mouth.

The first sensation upon tasting the broth is its intense sweetness, which then transforms into a vibrant life force that permeates every part of the body.

The dull pain in his chest was greatly relieved by this warm power, and even the frustration from being injured by that red figure last night miraculously disappeared in this warm current.

"This is...this is wonderful!" he growled, his face flushed. "Power! I can feel the surging power! And this...this damn wound, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

He looked up at Aston, his eyes burning with fervor: "With this soup, that cowardly bastard, if I ever see him again, I'll tear him to pieces! I'll make him beg for mercy on his knees!"

He could almost see the scene of revenge.

Hearing Cameron's words, Chi Que felt no offense at all; instead, he chuckled inwardly.

Since he knew he had offended the other party, why would he rashly do something that "aids the enemy"?