I'm not just human!

And this time...

"Stand up, or not stand up?"

Xia Fa was filled with inner turmoil and hesitation.

If you're asking me to stand up and go back right away, that's certainly fine, but the key is that I'm also a little reluctant to leave.

I randomly stumbled upon a place where people from the real world were having a gathering. Although it was extremely dangerous, it was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Perhaps, we can glimpse some of the secrets of these entities, or even gain some opportunities.

But not standing up is too dangerous. It's fine for the narrators and avid tomb raiders, but if the storytellers and bards discover something, it's unimaginable what might happen.

Xia Fa had no doubt that these two could kill him instantly with a single thought and their respective "rules".

After some internal struggle, I saw that the food critic was about to finish cooking the fried noodles, and the incredibly tempting aroma was already wafting over.

Xia Fa finally gritted his teeth and decided... to stay and see!

His previous serious and unsmiling attitude didn't seem to provoke much reaction from the entities, suggesting that there might still be room for maneuver.

Just then, the gourmet tipped the iron pot in his hand, and the stove under his feet immediately went out.

An aroma of fried noodles, many times stronger than before, completely filled the air.

"Your Excellency, Glutton, needless to say, you certainly need one, right?"

The gourmet smiled elegantly, and perhaps because the glutton was a guest, he tossed his large ladle and delivered a serving of fried noodles to the glutton first.

The fried noodles, emitting an irresistible aroma, traced a graceful arc in the air before landing in front of Xia Fa.

Just when Xia Fa thought the fried noodles would fall directly onto the table, a round white porcelain plate appeared out of thin air, and the fried noodles landed steadily in it.

Xia Fa looked down and immediately began to drool uncontrollably.

The fried noodles are made with a special type of wheat from the southern coast of the Boyue Empire. The flour made from this wheat is extremely chewy and has always been a tribute to the royal family.

The ham is made from the hind legs of the "fierce-bristled pigs" raised by the Budai Dynasty. It is dried and sliced ​​into thin pieces, glossy and shiny, with the fatty parts almost translucent.

The dried scallops are sourced from the shell island of the Worm Islands, a specialty of the scallops. These scallops are known for their plump and firm dried scallops, and their production is scarce, reserved only for the great pirates.

In addition, there are shredded cabbage, shredded onions, scrambled eggs, and so on, all made with the finest ingredients.

Moreover, there is no doubt that these ingredients all come from mutated supernatural creatures or extraordinary plants.

It's safe to say that this plate of fried noodles, combined with the culinary skills of this real-life gourmet... is something even extraordinary lords couldn't possibly enjoy!

Thank you.

This time, Xia Fa didn't pretend to be aloof, afraid of angering the gourmet.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing these two words, the gourmet was first taken aback, but then a sense of pride unique to chefs appeared on his face, and he even glanced at the physical entities such as the fanatical tomb raiders with a rather boastful look.

To receive a personal thank you from the Glutton is already a tremendous recognition!

Immediately afterwards, the food expert tossed the large ladle in his hand several times, and bowls of fried noodles flew towards the diners present.

The first to be affected were naturally the storyteller and the bard, and the storyteller was the first to receive the fried noodles, followed by the bard.

Then it was Veronica, the Poison Patriarch, the Puppet Master, the Fanatical Tomb Raider, and so on...

This small detail made Xia Fa's heart skip a beat, and he realized something.

Although there has been a long-standing debate about whether bards or storytellers are stronger.

But now it seems that among the entities, the Storyteller is undoubtedly the strongest, provided that the most mysterious entity ranked first does not appear.

All I can say is that the person who answered the question... truly deserves to be called the young miner's brother.

Exclamations of praise and gratitude rang out at the dining table. Apart from the storyteller and the bard, everyone else genuinely complimented the gourmet's skills.

Then, everyone tacitly began to eat.

Xia Fa couldn't hold back any longer. Without his spiritual intuition warning him that there was something wrong with the fried noodles, he picked up a fork and immediately started eating.

The moment the fried noodles entered his mouth, their exquisite flavor awakened his taste buds.

The chewy texture of the wheat in the noodles fills your mouth and nose with the aroma of fried noodles.

The fat in the ham is incredibly rich and flavorful.

Then it blends perfectly with shredded cabbage and shredded onions...

It has to be said that this stir-fried noodle dish has once again refreshed Xia Fa's understanding of food.

He once thought the best food he had ever eaten was stir-fried lamb intestines with eggs, made by a gourmet.

And now, it's become this fried noodles!

In almost no time, Xia Fa finished the fried noodles.

To his surprise, he was full very quickly!

Mingming, even with her normal appetite, would need to eat more than a dozen plates.

Although they ate very quickly and somewhat unceremoniously, none of the other diners around them objected.

After all, everyone is familiar with the title "Glutton" and the corresponding rules.

"Would you like a glass of 600-year-old red wine from Château Lafite Rothschild to cleanse your palate, Your Excellency the Glutton?"

The food critic smiled and spoke up. He didn't eat the fried noodles he had made, but instead sat down in the second seat on the left side of the oval table.

Xia Fa replied without hesitation:

"Good work."

After finishing the fried noodles, he felt more and more that he could stay in this rare physical gathering a little longer, using the identity of "Glutton" that he was pretending to be.

Therefore, he accepted the food critic's offer of goodwill without hesitation.

The food critic's friendly smile deepened:

"You're too kind, Mr. Glutton. It's my pleasure to serve you."

After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and a glass of red wine in a crystal goblet appeared out of thin air in front of Xia Fa.

Xia Fa originally wanted to savor it properly, but then he thought that in order to maintain his identity as a "glutton," he chose to pick up the wine glass directly and drink it all in one gulp.

The fruity aroma in this red wine was exceptionally rich, once again astonishing even those who had tasted and seen Charlemagne before.

All I can say is, these physical beings truly live up to their reputation... they know how to enjoy life even more than the extraordinary monarchs.

At this moment, the storyteller and the bard exchanged a glance, seemingly realizing something.

This mysterious and powerful "Glutton" seems to have successfully "broken free" after finishing his meal.

In that case, there are many things to discuss.

Soon, the storyteller finished his fried noodles, and the other participants also finished their meals.

The gourmet snapped his fingers again, and the fried noodles and cutlery all disappeared. On the marble-patterned oval table, only wine glasses filled with different kinds of liquor appeared out of thin air.

Veronica, the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Poisons, was not in the form of the Holy Poison Bee Queen, but dressed like a charming noblewoman from a wealthy family, with a glass of mead in front of her.

In front of the storyteller was a glass of vodka in a wooden glass.

Before the bard was a glass of brandy, served in a narrow-mouthed, wide-bellied bottle.

The other entities also drink different kinds of alcohol.

As for Xia Fa, there was another glass of red wine from the Château de la Clerty.

"first."

The storyteller tapped the wooden wine glass, producing two muffled "tap-tap" sounds.

"Let us welcome our guest from afar, Your Excellency the Glutton."

All the entities looked at Xia Fa, some nodding in greeting, others smiling. Only Veronica, the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Poisons, waved her fair hand at Xia Fa, her five fingers moving back and forth like waves, giving a rather playful greeting.

For some reason, her girlish and playful demeanor, coupled with her beautiful and charming face like a ripe peach, made Xia Fa feel inexplicably itchy.

Seeing that the gluttons did not deny that they were "guests," the entities felt relieved.

At least, the visitors are guests, not troublemakers, which is very good.

The bard, holding a harp, then laughed:

"So, Lord Glutton, did you attack the Wall of Flesh and Blood before in order to join us?"

Xia Fa was startled, keenly realizing something.

Could it be that physical entities are also divided into two camps?

Upon closer inspection, the walls of flesh and blood, the house of imagination, the endless void... these strange, non-humanoid entities do indeed seem prone to causing all sorts of extraordinary disasters.

Entities such as storytellers and gourmets rarely harm humans or demi-humans unless their "rules" are violated.

Although it was just a guess, after sorting out his thoughts, Xia Fa nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, I'm very interested in what you've been doing lately, so I'd like to get in touch and learn more."

Unexpectedly, these words immediately turned the already harmonious atmosphere at the dinner table into a freezing one.

No, to be precise, it became more somber and oppressive.

The bard's smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Do you know what we're doing?

Oops……

Xia Fa's heart skipped a beat. He had only wanted to make it look convincing, but now it seemed like he had made a mistake.

The questioner's gaze also became scrutinizing, turning towards Xia Fa's direction.

But just then, the fanatical tomb raider sitting next to Xia Fa suddenly sniffed the air, and then his face showed utter surprise:

"Your Excellency Gluttony...you...you've already killed a Bronze Cleanser? And yet you haven't been hunted down by the Gold Cleaners? My God!"

The phrase "fervent tomb raider" seemed to instantly disarm the guarded people.

The bard's face regained its gentle smile, the storyteller also revealed a weathered smile, while the other entities seemed somewhat incredulous.

"It seems this is the real pledge of allegiance."

The storyteller began, his smile growing wider: