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Chapter 1561

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Kitchen No. 1 was buzzing with activity, and everyone was busy.

A banquet for 100 people was not too stressful for Meg. In fact, it was even less than the number of people eating at the same time in a restaurant.

Meg raised his eyebrows slightly as he listened to Camilla's real-time report through his earpiece. What he was more concerned about now was where that lass Connie was, and what she was trying to do after losing contact with them.

If she was with Rex, he wouldn't have to worry. He was just afraid that she was also in a state of losing contact with Rex, and the situation might get out of control if she suddenly exploded at the conferring ceremony.

Apart from Auster, there were eight other 10th-tier powerhouses from various tribes present today.

It was obviously unrealistic for Connie to assassinate Gary in such a situation. Even Rex couldn't do it.

The failure last night meant that the plan to rescue Ferdinand had failed unless there was another turn of events.

What he had to do now was to find the source of the black fog and get rid of it as soon as possible, then bring Connie out of the Twilight Forest safely.

"System, do you have cephalosporin?" Meg asked in his heart as he was adding insanely spicy to the spicy grilled fish.

"According to the recipe, there is no need to add cephalosporin to the spicy grilled fish," the system said sternly.

"Didn't you say that as a God of Cookery, I need to have my own judgment and decisiveness?" Meg pursed his lips, and said, "Give me a serving of cephalosporin for 100 people at 10 times the price."

"Ding! The cephalosporin you requested has been delivered! Note: Alcohol is strictly prohibited when using cephalosporin! You will die! "The system's cheerful voice sounded.

"Alright." Meg agreed as he opened the capsules and sprinkled them on the grilled fish. Given the orcs' physique, they wouldn't die from the nocking cannon.



"It's boring to just eat meat. Chief Gary, doesn't your tribe have the number one brewer in the Twilight Forest? Where's the good wine? "Billy asked Gary with a smile.

"Bring the wine!" The captain of the guards at the side said loudly. A group of palace maids walked over with wine jars, and filled up the big ceramic bowls in front of the orcs. The aroma of wine instantly filled the air, and everyone was intoxicated.

Billy took a big gulp, and happily said, "Good wine!"

The orcs were very satisfied with the food and wine. They even forgot that they were here for Gary's conferring ceremony today.

There were even some who, after drinking a few large bowls of wine, had already begun to lose the strength of the wine and were on the verge of getting drunk.

People kept going up to toast Gary, but he didn't.......... if he got drunk, the conferring ceremony today, the ceremony.......

Auster didn't eat much either, and only took a few sips of wine as a token gesture. He leaned back in his chair, and looked at Gary and those fellows who didn't seem to have eaten anything good before. His lips curled up slightly in a mocking manner.

...............

Grilled fish with an average length of more than a meter were placed on the tables. When the metal lids were lifted, the hot and spicy smell that rushed out made everyone close their eyes subconsciously. However, their noses found a wonderful aroma amidst the strong spicy smell.

The heat dissipated. Everyone took a closer look, and couldn't help but show some hesitation.

In the long plate, there was a big fish that was hard to find in the Twilight Forest. The fish was covered with a layer of bright red chili. The red color made one's body feel hot and dry. This fragrance made one's throat burn. Was it really possible to eat it?

Chili was not a spice that was produced in the Twilight Forest. They were all brought over by merchants from afar, and then sold to the nobles of the various orc tribes at high prices.

Putting a little chili in food in winter could bring warmth and stimulation. It had become popular over the years, so everyone was not unfamiliar with chili.

However, the amount of chili that was usually put in food was very small. After crushing the chili into powder, sprinkling a little chili powder the size of a fingernail was already the limit that most orcs could tolerate.

The chili that covered the whole fish like this was probably the amount of chili that an ordinary orc would consume in his lifetime.

Therefore, the enthusiasm for the food and the praises for the head chef stopped abruptly after this spicy grilled fish was served.

Everyone looked at each other. For a moment, no one dared to try it first.

"Who would put chili in this way? This chef must have a screw loose," Auster said with a smile. The spiciness made his eyes ache a little. One look and he could tell that it was not something that could be eaten.

Gary also frowned. However, he quickly smiled, and said, "This chef must have his reasons for doing this. Were there any dishes that you were not satisfied with?"

"Apart from the fact that it was a little too small, there was nothing to nitpick about." Billy nodded in agreement. He had already picked up his chopsticks and reached for that spicy grilled fish. As he said, "Then let me try how spicy this spicy grilled fish is. In terms of eating spicy food, no one would dare to say that they are number one in the orc tribe."

The chopsticks poked open the slightly crispy fish skin, and picked up a piece of fish. As a person who knew how to eat, Billy hesitated for a moment, but still dipped the fish meat in the broth, and put it into his mouth.

Clack …

Clack …

Time seemed to have stopped. Billy had not taken out the chopsticks in his mouth yet. Everyone watched quietly as his face turned red instantly. Just like that, they maintained a strange silence.

What is this feeling? Why did my taste buds suddenly lose their function? It's a little numb … a little painful? Could it be that there's poison in this fish?! Billy's expression froze completely, but his mind was in a mess.

The pain only lasted for a moment, and what followed was a burst of numbness.

As a tribal chief who loved spicy food, Billy was no stranger to spicy food.

However, the sudden burst of spiciness in his mouth made him feel as if he had suddenly jumped into the sea from a small pond. The incoming waves slapped his face hard.

It was as if a ball of fire had been stuffed into his mouth by a 10th-tier fire magic caster. His mouth and throat were instantly ignited.

However, just as the spiciness reached the limit of his tolerance, and he was about to open his mouth and spit out the fish meat, the fresh and fragrant fish meat quietly appeared at this moment.

The crispy fish skin and tender fish meat were like a beauty that had just come out of a bath of lava. They stepped on his burning throat and mouth, bringing about an extremely wonderful experience.

"Roar …"

The silence only lasted for about five seconds. Billy, who was originally sitting leisurely on the chair, suddenly jumped up, and then let out a furious roar into the sky.

However, there was a hint of satisfaction and surprise at the end of this roar.

Billy picked up the bowl of wine and gulped down a large mouthful. Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face. "This spiciness is simply amazing! However, the freshness of this grilled fish is also unique! I feel like only this kind of spiciness is worthy of such a delicious grilled fish! "

There was no time to say anything else. Billy picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of fish meat into his mouth. Once he stopped eating, the spiciness would increase exponentially. As long as he continued to eat, his taste buds would be fooled, and it would become a kind of enjoyment.

"Is it really that delicious?" All of the orcs looked at Billy, who couldn't stop eating, and were a little skeptical. However, some of them still picked up their chopsticks and put a piece of fish meat into their mouths.

Fire Spitting Technique, Groundhog Howl, Spinning on the Spot, Jumping Repeatedly …

The chiefs and nobles of the various races began their performances in the center of the venue.

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