The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 21 Magic Cuisine

Attilan's words made the Fuji girl fall into deep thought for a moment, but she woke up within five seconds and looked at Attilan sideways.

"Are you the apprentice of that stupid bear?"

Attilan was stunned when he heard this. How could he tell this?

Fujime covered her nose with her hands and said with disgust:

"As I get closer to you, I can smell the stink of that big stupid bear, and the same natural magic power. If you're not his disciple, who are you? The dragon druid is really strange."

"He wants to eat honey, why didn't he come to me in person? I sent you here and he still wants to eat honey. I think he is wishful thinking!"

After mentioning the bear-men, the aura of Fujin became more and more fierce, and Attilan subconsciously took two steps back. Even though he was already a giant dragon, it was engraved in his bones not to conflict with the angry woman.

"Actually, I wanted to eat honey bread, so I asked Master where I could get honey, and Master introduced me to you, senior."

"Does he think this place is a restaurant where you can come and leave whenever you want, or a grocery store? He also introduces his disciples to come and buy things!"

Attilan felt the vine girl's increasingly resentful aura, and really wanted to escape, but he couldn't. The mist surrounding him unknowingly became much thicker.

Now that the area of ​​the cabin has been sealed off, he has to either forcefully break through the area blockade, or defeat the spellcaster Fujime. According to Attilan's comparison of the strengths of himself and Fujime, the probability of his victory is about 1 become.

This vine girl's Druid attainments would most likely not be as good as those of the Ursine, but Attilan didn't dare to move.

"Ahem, senior, I think people should be brave enough to pursue their love. Only by expressing their feelings, those who can't turn their heads around, those whose brains have become wooden, will understand that someone likes them."

"Senior, do you think my idea is right?"

After hearing this, the vine girl immediately felt that Attilan was a lot more pleasing to the eye.

"That's right, I didn't expect that Little Bear would take on such a sensible apprentice like you."

His tone changed instantly. Sure enough, this vine girl had a crush on his master!

"My master really can't turn his head around. After I go back, I will definitely advise him that when a person reaches a certain age, he should have a companion. It's nothing to stay with trees all day long!"

The vine girl kept nodding her head and looked at Attilan with a smile.

"Well said, it will definitely take a lot of trouble to persuade that big stupid bear of your master. Auntie has some honey for soothing the throat. You can take it home and eat it. After you finish eating, you can get it from Auntie's place!"

"Eat whatever you want!"

As expected, the love brain is the easiest to deceive, Attilan looked at the vine girl confidently.

"Don't worry, auntie, my master has only one choice. From now on, he will only eat the honey you brew, and he can only eat the honey you brew!"

"Hahaha~"

With laughter like silver bells, the foggy field shrouding the forest suddenly dissipated, and Attilan sighed inwardly. The vine girl is indeed a great druid, and her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy will affect the surrounding environment.

"Then I'll leave first. Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely make Master realize how good you are!"

After repeated assurances, Attilan returned to Qinglin Town carrying a large jar of golden honey that contained the magic of the forest.

"Maple, the recruitment plan to go to the Fairy Forest is temporarily cancelled."

"Why!"

He got up at dawn and packed everything, just to set off as soon as possible, but you told me that he didn't have to leave. If he couldn't defeat Attilan, the satyrs would want to draw their swords.

<divclass="contentadv">"Look at this!"

Seeing this jar of top-quality honey, the satyr's eyes widened. Even in the fairy forest, honey of this quality is rare. With the size of a goblin, brewing such a large jar of magic honey, at least It takes three months.

"You're not going to use plain flour to cook this jar of honey, are you?"

Attilan asked, "Then can you cook magic cooking?"

"I'm not very talented. I once learned a little bit about magic cooking."

Attilan couldn't understand the satyr more and more. He originally thought he was just an ordinary R-card satyr rogue, but he was also a rare trickster and already had the potential to become an SR card.

Now that he still has the life profession of Magic Chef, plus the combat profession of Trickster, Attilan has already decided that he is an SR card, and being the mayor of Green Scale Town is simply a humiliation.

Maple is like the kind of internal minister who is born to serve the king. He makes magic dishes and is responsible for the king's life. The trickster can also help the king cook the assassins who come to assassinate him.

At the mention of magical cuisine, Attilan's brain began to automatically retrieve related inherited memories.

"I know a little bit, but these flours are really not good. I used magic power to cultivate some wheat. Although the magic power can only be retained in a trace amount, it can still be regarded as a magic plant."

"If you carefully select some fruits and nuts from the forest, you should be able to make a good magic bread. I will give it to the seniors to enjoy, and it should be able to help us get a steady stream of honey."

Although he agreed to help Vine Girl pursue the Ursine, Attilan could not guarantee that he would be able to deal with the stubborn Ursine 100%.

"I will train the apprentice, and I will leave the magic materials to you. Tomorrow we will work together to make magic cuisine. If magic cuisine is used as a signature, I think even elf mages will be attracted to our Qinglin Town."

Attilan rolled his eyes at him and asked jokingly:

"If you dare to boast that it's a magical dish with only honey bread, are you sure you, the mayor, won't be dragged out and beaten?"

The satyr took a deep breath. If there was only one dish, he would definitely be beaten into a sheep-like shape. How could he marry a wife?

"Then after we develop a magic recipe for the entire banquet process, we can then promote the reputation of magic cuisine."

Attilan shook his head and said proudly:

"We only serve one dish at a time. Only honorary citizens of Qinglin Town can enjoy the full service. As for how to become honorary citizens, it depends on their contribution."

Sure enough, it must be Attilan, who is more cunning than the devil. The devils in Baator Hell can only work for him when they encounter him.

"I remember that the fishman raised a kind of magic big herring. To make magic dishes, a small fish of about 50 centimeters is enough. I will go back and ask how difficult it is to raise it."

Attilan still hasn't forgotten the taste of the big herring fish. It was his first meal after he was born. Although it was a little simple, he was full of the sense of ceremony.

From now on, he can only use the big herring magic dish to commemorate his lost youth and that sunset swim.

The old fish man suddenly ran forward happily and reported:

"Dragon Master, our sons and daughters have found a very large river clam, but there is a big black snake swimming around it. We are no match for this, so we can only come back and tell me the news."

"I wonder if Dragon Lord can take action himself?"

"How big are river clams?"

"The men said the river clam should be half as long as the spear in their hands."

half! ? A river clam that is one meter long must be so big!

"Take me there quickly!"

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