The person sitting on the tree branch was none other than Evan, who had said that he was going to check out the situation in advance. He was holding a beef kebab that he had just plucked from the tree branch, and he was sniffing it with his nose. An intoxicated look appeared on his face, and his expression was focused and solemn. He didn't notice Meg in the distance at all.
"Should I eat it or not? Is it really as good as they say it is? " Evan's expression was a little conflicted. After hesitating momentarily, he couldn't help but take a bite of the beef, and his expression immediately lit up.
The beef was still slightly warm, and the delicious sauce wrapped around the tender beef. It had already exceeded all of his expectations of beef.
"Is this really beef? What an incredible flavor! How can there be such delicious food in this world? How can there be such delicious beef?! " Evan couldn't help but roar in his heart. In that instant, he had completely forgotten that this beef was cooked by the guy who had humiliated him so much. He had also forgotten that this was the beef kebab that he had slapped away from the tree. There was no other such delicious beef in this world!
"Is it good?" A voice suddenly sounded.
"It's delicious!" Evan nodded sincerely. His expression then abruptly changed, and he abruptly opened his eyes to look down. Meg was standing under the tree, looking down at him with a mocking smile on his face.
The air suddenly fell silent. Evan sat on the tree branch with a stiff expression, holding an unfinished beef kebab. Meg was also standing under the tree, looking up at him.
Evan had just mocked Meg, slapped the beef kebab away, and declared that he definitely wouldn't eat it. Now, he had secretly turned around to pick up the beef kebab on the tree, and was caught by Meg. What was even more embarrassing was that he had admitted to eating it himself … How delicious!
In that instant, Evan was even contemplating suicide. Perhaps he should find a hole in the ground to hide in and never come out again.
"Take your time, then. I'm going to go now. They're still waiting for me." Satisfied with the answer, Meg turned around with a smile, picked up his grill plate, and left. This feeling was even more satisfying than slapping him in the face.
"That bastard …" Evan looked at Meg's departing figure, and the veins on his hand bulged as he gripped onto his wand. However, he hesitated momentarily before slowly lowering his hand. At such a close distance, Chiwil and the others would definitely be alerted if he were to attack. Furthermore, they were very familiar with one another, so they would be able to easily identify the culprit.
Meg put down his hand from the scabbard at his waist. It was as he had expected. However, he still quickened his pace. After all, the other party was still waiting for him.
Evan was the only one left in the room. He looked at the kebab in his hand and wanted to throw it away, but his hand stopped in mid-air. His throat moved, and he hesitated for a long time before slowly putting it down and taking a bite of the second piece of beef.
"I'm so angry! But … it's so delicious! Why is this guy's beef so delicious … "Evan finished the kebab in his hand with a pained yet blissful expression on his face. He tossed the skewer in his hand aside with a hint of longing for more. However, a conflicted look appeared on his face as he looked at the road ahead. If that guy were to tell Chiwil and the others about this, then things would be very awkward.
"What's wrong, Mr. Meg? Did you pick up any money on the way back? Why are you so happy? "Dennis couldn't help but ask with a curious expression at the sight of Meg, who was smiling the entire time.
"I didn't pick up any money. I just saw a monkey stealing food, and I thought it was a little funny." Meg shook his head with a smile. He didn't say anything, not because he wanted to save Evan's face, but because he didn't think there was a need to waste time on something so trivial.
"I didn't steal any food! Don't accuse me like that!" the monkey protested with a stern expression, drawing raucous laughter from everyone.
The horse-drawn carriage continued onward. Sam could see that Meg still hadn't given up on entering the Illusionary Mist Valley, so he enthusiastically explained to Meg all of the things that he had to look out for in the Illusionary Mist Valley, as well as all types of emergency escape methods.
Meg listened intently and committed all of the information to memory. Aside from Ironhide Bulls, there were also occasional 5th-tier magic beasts that appeared in the Illusionary Mist Valley. For Meg and Amy, that would be very dangerous, and could even be fatal. After all, Amy was only a 4th-tier magic caster, and the prophecy stone's random critical strike rate was far too high. They couldn't place all of their bets on that, so following the advice of a veteran hunter who had entered the Illusionary Mist Valley on multiple occasions was clearly a very good choice.
"Mr. Meg, we'll stop the horse-drawn carriage here. If you need a ride back to Chaos City in the evening, you can wait for us here." Half an hour later, the horse-drawn carriage stopped outside a massive valley enshrouded in mist, and Chiwil turned to Meg.
"Alright, thank you." Meg stepped out of the carriage with Amy and Ugly Duckling in his arms, and nodded with a smile. They had spent so much time on this journey, so they were naturally going to hitch a ride back.
All of the mercenaries disembarked from the horse-drawn carriage, and packed up their equipment before bidding farewell to Meg and Amy. Monkey led the way into the valley, and soon disappeared into the mist, followed by Dennis and the others.
"If we enter the Illusionary Mist Valley, that guy will most likely die, right?" Evan also just so happened to return to the group, and he glowered at Meg before following everyone into the valley.
Chiwil turned to Meg with a serious expression, and said, "If you only need a portion of Ironhide Bull meat, then perhaps we can help you. There's no need for you to take such a risk; Amy is still a child."
Meg laid a hand on Amy's head as he looked at Chiwil with a firm expression, and said, "Everyone has their own job and things that they have to do. As her father, I'll protect her."
Chiwil couldn't help but recall the man who liked to place his hand on his head, as well as the phrase "I'll protect you" that he would often say. It was just as reassuring, and he nodded as he said, "I wish you good luck." He then quickly caught up with the group.
"Goodbye, Big Sister Chiwil." Amy waved at Chiwil's departing figure.
"Goodbye!" Chiwil waved at them with his back to them before disappearing into the mist of the valley.
"Father, are we going to enter this valley to catch some Ironhide Bull meat?" Amy looked up at Meg with an excited expression.
"That's right. That's our most important goal today. We're going to use the Ironhide Bull meat in the Illusionary Mist Valley to make even more delicious kebabs." Meg nodded with a smile.
"Even more delicious? Even more delicious than the kebabs we had for lunch? "Amy's eyes lit up with incredulity.
"That's right, even more delicious than the kebabs we had for lunch." Meg nodded with a firm expression as he held onto Amy's little hand and led her toward the valley. At the same time, he said internally, "System, can you fix the GPS tracking system? If you really can't do it, will you sell the compass? "
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"Why isn't he opening the door yet? How long is he going to hide for? I know that my Ricky's Rotisserie is renowned throughout the Aden Square, but never would I have thought that he would abandon his restaurant in order to avoid my challenge! " Outside Amy's, Ricky stood on the staircase and yelled at the customers who were preparing to leave in disappointment after seeing the announcement.
"Is there something wrong with that guy's brain?" The customers all looked at Ricky as if he were an idiot.
Ricky was enraged by the customers' stares, and he gritted his teeth as he yelled, "In that case, I'm going to raise the stakes. I'm putting all of my dignity on the line for this competition. If I lose, I'll kowtow to him 10 times and call him father three times. If the owner of Amy's loses, he'll have to do the same thing!"
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