Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

While guarding his food, Ryan wondered to himself: just who exactly is this honorary saintess of Graydead City?

Is it that high-class?

It instantly defeated the Twilight Bear King the moment it appeared.

It was over in a second, and the way he died was particularly bizarre. The bear king, who was originally very happy, seemed to suddenly have something sad about him. He opened his own chest cavity upside down, just like a little bear with the most open heart. He lowered his head and started to eat his own body.

They almost ate all of Ryan's bear paw.

Judging from the appearance, this is undoubtedly a curse, and the cursed person will devour themselves.

The cultists standing to the side remained silent and respectful, showing great deference to this revered saintess. This made Ryan feel somewhat insecure, wondering if another ruthless character like the 'Grey-Clad Stranger' was about to appear.

In any case, it is definitely a formidable rival with a very high profile.

The Tantric practitioners then parted to make way for them.

The Holy Maiden strode over, her face grave, breathing heavily, and a few beads of sweat glistening at her temples. The believers, seeing their usually aloof Honorary Holy Maiden so anxious, were also alarmed, wondering if something serious had happened.

Does Ryan Lumin have another conspiracy?

The esoteric practitioners looked serious and pricked up their ears.

Seeing that the Holy Maiden had stopped, calmed her breathing, looked around, and delivered a concise and important speech, getting straight to the point:

"Is my bear paw still there?"

Miss Mei was very flustered.

She saw the Twilight Bear King in the distance, fearing that if her curse were to be activated, the delicious-looking little bear would devour her, leaving only a large skeleton; in the past, when she traveled alone to preach, every hunt was like this, rabbits, chickens, cats, dogs... she would eat herself up no matter what the prey was.

Miss Mei couldn't stop her.

Aside from her authority over hunger, her physical abilities were only average, and she couldn't stop wild beasts at all.

Every time they returned from a hunt, all they could eat were skeletons.

The witch has been gnawing on skeletons for decades.

As a result, my body became even weaker from hunger.

She travels throughout the Land of No Light with the aim of spreading her cult—all witches have their own cult followers, and Miss May thinks to herself that as the direct heir of the Hungry Clan, how can she not have her own followers?

So a sect was formed, and it spread its greatness far and wide.

Because she didn't know exactly what kind of witch she was, the sect's name was simply "Question Mark Cult".

The passersby who were being proselytized all looked puzzled.

When they saw that the dignified archbishop was starving and could only gnaw on bones all day, they knew that there was no future in following her in society, as she would go hungry nine meals in three days. They all shook their heads and refused to agree.

After nearly a century of missionary work, Miss Mei regretfully discovered that she had not a single believer.

In the past year, Ms. Mei has finally come to her senses.

Since we can't find believers, let's create them.

Taking advantage of her status as the Hungry Princess, she began to take on nominal roles in other religious sects, euphemistically called "Honorary Saintess." This not only gained her followers but also provided her with a substantial nominal allowance, and even room and board.

If it weren't for the fact that the food in Gray City was too awful, and the need to destroy her huge amount of dark history, she would never have returned to Light City.

"So, is my bear paw still there?!"

Seeing the silent cultists beside her, Miss Mei became even more anxious: "The other parts are fine, but this is a precious thing, it can't be ruined!"

The entire bear king is a treasure, and its paws are the most precious of all.

The cultists exchanged glances, opened their mouths, but ultimately remained silent.

"Ahem." The cultist coughed and said, "Your Majesty, your... uh, bear paw has been protected by this valiant young man."

Miss Mei then turned to look at Ryan.

The bear king's paws were quite large, about half a person's width, and Ryan was trying his best to hide them, using his body to block them.

"Hmm. Well done."

Miss Mei nodded approvingly.

She patted Ryan on the shoulder: "You've got potential, young man. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

Ryan struggled to resist the urge to breathe on his skin.

A perfectly good city has been turned upside down by the betrayal of its lord, its guards, its slaves (referring to the players), and even the traitors themselves.

Is there no law left?

I, a city lord, have betrayed you, but you, a traitor, dare to betray us?

Ryan sighed.

Why is it that every time I think Miss Mei has a high-class image, she always manages to lower the bar for embarrassment?

Ms. Mei doesn't need to destroy her dark history at all; she herself is the biggest dark history.

If you're going to destroy everything, this guy should commit suicide first.

"Great Witch, may I ask for any reward?"

Ryan asked.

Wearing a human skin mask, Melanie seemed unable to discern Ryan's true identity.

“Of course.” Miss Mei proudly put her hands on her hips. As the future Hungry Witch, she was not a stingy person. She believed that merit should be rewarded: “You have done a good job protecting the food.”

“Then give me those bear paws,” Ryan said.

"Huh?" Miss Mei exclaimed, "Impossible!"

“But you said any reward would do,” Ryan insisted.

"You, you, you..." Miss Mei stammered, unable to speak for a moment. The underlying logic of 'rewarding merit' and 'protecting food' was in conflict.

How about this?

Ryan suggested, "How about we each take one of these bear paws?"

Miss Mei hesitated for a moment. She had indeed killed the Bear King, but if Ryan hadn't intervened, the bear's paw wouldn't have been spared. She had already spoken, and with so many eyes on her followers watching, as an honorary saintess, she couldn't afford to lose the impartiality and dignity of her superior.

"Alright." The Honorary Saintess nodded, displaying both fairness and authority.

Immediately afterward, she added, "I want the big one!"

After weighing and measuring the bear paw, Miss Mei took the larger one and finally smiled contentedly.

As dusk approached, the dim twilight sunlight made her hair appear as white as fine snow.

The cultists took the player back to the cell, preparing to use a honey trap for interrogation.

Ryan sighed; his first day as an undercover agent was finally over.

Although something went wrong and both the player and Melanie got involved, thankfully their identities weren't exposed, so there was always a chance. The mask they got from home was indeed very strong.

"Speaking of which..."

Just then, Miss Mei suddenly asked, "Why does your taste seem so familiar?"

Ryan knew something was wrong; the mask could protect against mortals, but it couldn't protect against witches.

Where exactly did the secret slip up?

The body hasn't reacted yet.

Miss Mei leaned closer and grabbed Ryan's collar, instantly closing the distance between them. Ryan could even feel the witch's breath, and a few strands of her long, silvery hair fell onto his neck, tickling him.

Her nose twitched, as if sniffing Ryan's scent, and she tilted her head, looking confused.

"Ah," Miss Mei nodded, "It tastes like ocean-themed egg tarts!"

Chapter 150 Recognizing a Child by Their Scent

Sea salt egg tarts.

Melanie once said that Ryan's taste was like 'ocean tart'.

She stared at Ryan with suspicion; this new outsourced guy somehow smelled like a sea salt egg tart.

Over the past century, she has traveled extensively to spread her faith, meeting countless people, each with a unique soul.

But she had only ever smelled the sea salt egg tart flavor on Ryan.

Ryan resisted the urge to roll his eyes: You witch, so you can tell people by their recipes?

"You vixen, let go of my brother!"

Seeing that Ryan had been caught by Melanie, Duncan rushed to help.

"?"

Melanie frowned and gave Duncan a cold glance.

Duncan's soul flavor is just average.

Because of years of training, his soul and flesh are very salty. Although his family tradition is to be a mage, he chooses to cultivate the domineering ways of a knight.

This is like saying that sweet tofu is the orthodox way, and tofu is born to be sweet tofu, but there are always heretics who want to defy fate and insist on cultivating some kind of 'salty tofu', which is really nonsensical.

Melanie is the most loyal fan of sweets.

But savory tofu pudding is one thing, Melanie could tolerate it, but Duncan clearly tastes like stinky tofu!

"Don't talk to me, you stinky tofu."

The witch suppressed her nausea, covered her nose, waved her hand, and said coldly, "This dish is not worthy of being served."

She felt a little nauseous.

Duncan was shocked.

The bullying started just three seconds after we met!

At the same time, he was also shocked by Miss Mei's intelligence: in just three seconds, she had even come up with a bullying nickname.

Duncan was filled with respect. As for why she could be an honorary saint, her level of bullying alone was enough to show it.

Ryan's face darkened; this witch really did recognize people by the names of the dishes.

"Gentlemen, please don't be so rude to a lady."

Matthew walked in calmly and gracefully. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes being peaceful and approachable, cultivating one's character, and maintaining personal integrity. As a lover of classical medicine, he was quite different from boorish people like Ryan Duncan.

To remain untainted by the mud, and to cultivate oneself at all times—that is the charm of a doctor.

"I believe the witch is a lady who values ​​compassion..."

Before he could finish speaking, Miss Mei vomited.

"Don't vomit on me."

Ryan's collar was still being held by Melanie. He thought to himself that he was about to be swept downstream, so he quickly did a somersault and disgustedly pulled away. He hadn't been this anxious and focused when he was dodging the boss's ultimate move.

"..."

Miss Mei gagged several times, but ultimately failed to vomit.

Because there was nothing in her stomach to vomit.

She hasn't eaten anything since returning to Gray City.

It's not that there's no food in the city, but the ingredients are either rotten, smelly meat or some kind of moldy mushroom, which are basically inedible foods.

Several legendary dishes include "Honey Mini Burgers", "Cthulhu Seafood Porridge" and "The Foot Skin of an Evil God". The Death Cult is proud of these dishes, saying that since we are a dark cult, we should eat dark cuisine.

Ever since she tasted Ryan's 'Heroic Cherry Bread', Miss Mei was blown away and couldn't stomach anything else in Gray City.

That's why she came out today to beg for alms; she'd even make do with some bone broth if she could.

As for Matthew's taste....

It's even more terrifying and darker than 'Honey-Glazed Mini Burgers', 'Cthulhu Seafood Porridge', and 'The Foot Skin of an Evil God'.

The pungent, astringent taste of mysterious herbs, haphazardly mixed together, creates a bizarre liquid that even evil gods would struggle to handle—a blasphemous desecration of the sacred. It's practically a potion concocted by medieval witches; back then, this would have been a crime punishable by burning at the stake.

It smells strongly of Chinese medicine.

"Disappear from here, you thick soup that you fished out of the toilet."