Half a minute ago.
Now, Angor was confidently preparing his signature dish, Mana Bread.
Laplace was also looking at the activated box with great interest while waiting for the final result.
Everything went well at first.
As the "Sweet Wind, Honey Fire, Sugar Spread" ritual took shape inside the box, illusions of all kinds of rose petals began to spread from the porcelain box, and a sweet aroma began to fill the air.
It was as if in the next second, a shallow but incomparably sweet dream stream would jump out of the box.
Angor's expression was confident. Everything was perfect.
But just as Laplace felt that the finished product would definitely be good, the sweet fragrance in the air suddenly began to change. It began to turn sour and greasy, and the sweetness began to deconstruct. The deconstructed smell became sour and stinky …
Laplace didn't realize what was going on until she noticed that the rose patterns around her started to turn black, wither, and turn into ink. She abruptly turned around and looked at the lid of the secret instrument box.
She didn't know when, but the lid was slightly opened, and black smoke was pouring out from the gap.
It was as if the accumulated black ash had been fermented for hundreds of years and was poured out directly from the hole, turning into a black ash waterfall made of mud.
Moreover, the black-gray smoke waterfall was emitting a nauseating smell.
Laplace couldn't even find the right word to describe the smell.
She only took one whiff and already felt a little dizzy.
"What's going on?" Laplace looked at Angor and tried to ask using her spirit power. She didn't dare to speak because she didn't want the black ash to enter her body.
He looked at Laplace with an innocent look and shrugged.
Angor didn't say anything, but his meaning was clear: I don't know what's going on either.
Laplace had wanted to persist for a while, wondering if it was just the process that was not good enough. The result was not bad. However, when she saw the endless black smoke coming out of the box, she made up her mind and recalled all three of her elemental avatars, leaving only the wind avatar that represented the wind.
"Open the lid," Laplace said in her mind.
The wind element doppelganger hesitated for a moment, but still reached out with her pale hand into the black mist.
In the blink of an eye, her fair hand was stained with greenish-black dust. At the same time, the stench seemed to have changed from a sense of smell to a spiritual sense. It seeped into her skin and went straight to her head.
The wind clone was instantly immobilized on the spot by this merciless attack.
Fortunately, she had already opened the lid before she stopped.
After the lid of the secret instrument box was opened, more and more terrifying black smoke and dust spread out in all directions. Earlier, there was only one side of the "waterfall", but now, there were more coming down from all sides.
Even though the "Sweet Wind, Honey Fire, and Sugar Spread" ritual was over, the black smoke was still coming out of the box.
Laplace didn't know how much black smoke would be produced, but he was sure that at the current speed, it would take at most three seconds for the entire barrier to be shrouded in black smoke.
"Go!" Laplace turned around without hesitation.
He created an opening in the barrier and took back his wind avatar. Instead of putting it inside his body, he put it inside a small bag made of scales.
He looked at the opening and released a Gate of Illusion, aiming at the outside of the temple.
Laplace and Angor both dashed into the Gate of Illusion at the same time.
In an instant, they disappeared from sight.
And all of this was seen by Quintera. It was wondering why Laplace and Angor were so eager to leave. But when it saw the stinky smoke coming out of the opening, it understood everything.
Because it didn't pay attention, it took a deep breath and felt a sharp pain in its lungs. Luckily, it still had some sense left in it. It quickly turned around, opened up a black crack, and crawled into the space.
As a cave dragon, it was born with the ability to manipulate space. It could run faster than Angor and Laplace.
The only one left at the scene was Olessandro.
He was still leisurely tasting the fine wine and was slightly tipsy. He did not notice the rolling black fog behind him and Quintera who had already run away.
When the black smoke turned into waves and slapped him to the bottom of the sea, Olessandro finally woke up.
But it was too late.
An intense stench rushed into his nostrils. It was like a pair of dirty socks that hadn't been washed for decades. It was the smell of "new life" coming out of a pair of germ-filled boots. This "new life" wasn't a quantitative change. Instead, it was a qualitative change caused by the accumulation of germs over time. It was a smell that could cause "fragrant" cracks on the ground.
The stench was like a sharp arrow that killed his sense of smell, pierced his brain, and pierced his soul!
Three consecutive strikes!
Olessandro was instantly sucked into the vortex of the stench. His hand could no longer hold the wine bottle firmly, and the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground. Countless black fog rushed into the wine bottle, dying the liquid in the bottle a pitch-black color.
Olessandro couldn't care less about the contamination of his favorite drink.
There was only one thought in his mind: get out of here as fast as possible.
However, he couldn't control space like Quintera. Also, the black smoke had already filled the hall and entered the surrounding rooms. He couldn't run away even if he wanted to.
Fortunately, he was the spirit of the book.
He could still escape into the book.
Besides, he was already inside the book's range. All he needed to do was to let his legs give out and Olessandro's entire body would disappear into the book.
After he disappeared, he didn't forget to close the book's pages so that the stench wouldn't reach the inside.
As for the stench on the book's cover, he couldn't care less about it.
…
In just three minutes, the Stinky Fog had taken over the first floor of the rock temple.
Fortunately, the second floor of the hall and the first floor of the basement both had isolation mechanisms, unlike the first floor where all the rooms were connected.
Therefore, the other floors were spared from the disaster.
There were no other dragons on the first floor either. It was a lucky place.
But now, all the rooms on the first floor had been completely destroyed. And judging from how dense the smoke was, it wouldn't disperse anytime soon.
Even if they could really disperse … where could they disperse to in this sealed Hundred Dragon Divine Kingdom outpost?
Angor and Laplace were already floating about a hundred meters above the hall.
The two of them stood in the air and looked down at the fog-covered temple with complicated expressions. Angor, in particular, had a strange feeling in his heart.
A crack suddenly appeared in his confidence, which was built on the foundation of his cross-discipline Gourmet Tricks.
Was he really not suited for Gourmet Cantrips?
Even with the help of items and the Devilish Meat, he still couldn't change his fate?
Angor's face darkened and his eyes widened at the sudden loss of confidence.
Perhaps Laplace saw Angor's gloomy expression and asked, "It was fine at first. Why did it change? Did you trigger the 'mutation' effect? "
Angor thought he was about to fall into the dark swamp of self-doubt. But when he heard Laplace's words, he realized something. Yes, everything was fine at first. There was Sweet Breeze and Rose Phantoms. Everything was going well, and it should have worked.
After all, he was only using a low-level Gourmet Cantrip. How could it fail?
Therefore, the only possibility for such an abnormal situation to occur was that … he had triggered the one-in-a-million "mutation" effect of the secret instrument box.
As the parrot said, Angor was making apple vinegar for his daughter. It was also a low-level cantrip, but it somehow triggered the "mutation" effect, which created the stinky black smoke.
It was the same for Angor this time.
Angor's shattered confidence was restored in an instant. The disaster this time wasn't my fault. It was a problem with the secret ritual box. My Gourmet Magic Tricks were still strong and vigorous.
Laplace didn't understand why Angor's mood changed so much. But she also believed that the problem was the box's fault, not Angor's.
She didn't know how to use Gourmet Cantrip herself, but she saw the Wise Ruler use it before. She knew that Angor's Gourmet Cantrip followed the correct procedure, not to mention the low-level Mana Bread. How could something like that happen?
Besides, Angor even used some consumables to show how serious he was. That was a very special treatment. The failure was not Angor's fault. It was his bad luck that triggered the mutation effect of the Secret Device Box.
"What should we do now?" Angor looked down at the black smoke and asked in a low voice.
Although he had regained his confidence, he still felt helpless in the face of the surging stench and the stench that had already surrounded the rock temple.
After all, this was the Mirror Dragon's territory. How was he going to deal with such a terrible disaster?
Laplace considered for a moment. "When we visited the hall, we confirmed that Olesandro, Quintera, and us are the only ones on the first level."
"And Bingyun," Angor added.
"Bingyun aside, Olesandro and Quintera should be fine. One of them can hide in his crystal book, while the other can open a portal at any time." Laplace continued, "So, don't worry. We'll be fine as long as we figure out a way to get rid of the black smoke."
As Laplace spoke, he took out the scale bag that he had used to store his wind element doppelganger.
He tipped the bag over, and the wind clone immediately appeared in front of them … about 20 meters away.
The previous clone had clear eyes, which were surrounded by a gentle breeze, clouds, and a cotton-candy-like fluffy skirt. It looked both pure and elegant.
But now, the wind clone's hands were black and gray, and the fluffy skirt was covered in a layer of dust. It looked like it just came out of a coal room, and its eyes were as dull as a wooden puppet's.
And that was only its appearance.
The smell was even worse.
Even from 20 meters away, Angor could still smell the sour odor.
Luckily, the smell was much fainter than the one in the hall. It didn't look as bad as Angor thought.
Laplace carefully inspected the wind element doppelganger. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he put the wind element doppelganger back into the scale bag.
"I just checked it carefully. It's not as bad as the apple vinegar mutation Parrot told me about," Laplace said. "It's still stinky, but it's only on the surface. It doesn't reach the soul."
"Also, as far as I can tell, even mortals will faint at most. They'll be fine as long as they're treated in time. As for supernaturals, it won't affect them much. "
Laplace said this because Parrot, the seller of the Secret Instrument Box, created the apple vinegar mutation. Not only could it kill ordinary creatures, but supernatural creatures would also faint if they didn't pay attention. More importantly, after being infected by the black smoke, Angor's body would be covered by the stench for a year and a half. The stench would not only linger around his nose, but also corrode his soul.
But this time, Laplace checked his wind clone and didn't find anything like the apple vinegar mutation.
It was stinky, but it wouldn't last for a year and a half. As long as the clone was cleaned carefully, the smell would be gone in no time.
All in all, this was good news.
The only thing they needed to think about now was how to get rid of the black smoke in the temple.
As Angor and Laplace discussed in a low voice, a crack suddenly appeared nearby. The crack slowly opened, and a familiar figure walked out.
It was Quintera.
As soon as Quintera showed up, Angor sensed the smell of stinky socks.
But the smell was faint, which meant the sock was still within the tolerance range. Therefore, even if he did, he would pretend that he didn't smell anything.
Besides, it was his fault that Quintera was carrying this stench, so he didn't dare to do anything wrong.
Quintera showed up angrily, and when it saw the temple covered in black smoke, it became even angrier. But when it looked at Laplace, it calmed down a little as if someone poured a bucket of cold water on it.
"Can the two of you tell me what exactly happened? How did this happen? "Quintera stared at Angor with wide eyes. It wasn't because Quintera found out that Angor was the culprit. It just didn't dare to look at Laplace.
"Is this a protest against our hospitality?" Quintera asked.
Angor frowned and whispered, "No, it's not. Here's what happened …"
As soon as Quintera showed up, Angor told Laplace what he needed to do in no time.
He didn't hide anything from them. And he didn't need to.
The only thing he didn't know was why he used the box.
Angor explained, "We heard your conversation with Olsandro. You're right, it's not nice to have wine without food. I bought a gourmet item not long ago, so I thought I might as well use it to make something for you. But I didn't expect it to trigger a mutation with a very small probability."
Everything Angor said was the truth. With Laplace's help, Quintera could tell that Angor wasn't lying.
"The box is still inside the temple. We'll see when we get rid of the black smoke."
Quintera believed that Angor was telling the truth since he didn't even take out the box.
Angor's good intentions were ruined by bad luck.
Quintera calmed down a little. "Have you found a way to get rid of the black smoke? Mister Marian will be back soon. It'll be bad if she smells this. "
Angor nodded. "I already have a solution."
(End of Chapter)
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