The First Alliance Chef Competition! !

Chapter 1,219 The First Alliance Chef God Competition! !

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I woke up early the next morning and touched the pillow. The girl who was shy and cooing in my arms last night had disappeared. Even the lingering fragrance that should have been left seemed to have been sprayed away by the strange perfume she was wearing. , not a trace was left.

If it weren't for the lingering feeling of being entwined with that soft and delicate body in my body, and the clear scent of tulip still lingering in my tongue and mouth, the only place where perfume cannot be sprayed, maybe I would have been exposed to this pornographic joke again like the first time. When the maid pushed back, she thought it was just an erotic dream.

After smelling the pillow, there was no scent left behind. I couldn't help but secretly sigh that this dirty maid was really impeccable in her work. She was worthy of being the intelligence leader of the elves.

I jumped up out of bed and put on my clothes. I secretly felt my overall condition, and then I laughed happily.

She is worthy of being a demon-repairing maid with the illustrious name of Twelve Knights. The effect of demon-repairing has not weakened her famous name at all. To be honest, after only two demon-repairing times, her body has probably recovered almost. Even if there is no chance to heal the demon in the past few days, the body will probably be able to fully recover by the day of the battle in Seattle.

If he could be more luxurious and continue to replenish his demons every day, living a debauched life day and night without shame or impatience, probably when the battle comes, Seattlek would be surprised to find that he is facing a head that is in full condition. A hell fighting bear capable of exerting 120% of its power.

That kind of state scares me even thinking about it. It can definitely be like the legendary pigeon demon. It can emit light from its eyes, its mouth can also emit light, its head and arms can also emit light, and if it spreads its wings, it can also emit light from its back. The light can also emit light from between the fingers. It's terrible, it's really terrible. If the thing can't be controlled... maybe in the end, the person who destroys the Dark Continent may be such a cruel version of himself.

In front of the mirror, I trembled deeply. I looked at my slightly longer hair and wondered if I should cut off the hair on my forehead that was always as unruly as a bad boy. No, in the end It would be better if you shave your head, which can reduce the light output point of the head, but maybe you will develop a more terrifying Sun Fist because of this...

So sad, why do I have to wake up early in the morning and complain about myself in the mirror?

The topic seems to have been completely forgotten. Where did you just say it?

By the way, ahem, in short, the little maid Jeluka is very powerful. You see, just two times of mending magic saved me half a month of recovery time. If I can carry it with me for a long time, I can do it day and night. It’s a shameful thing, but maybe at some point, like a [beep], a prompt pops up [Jellu Card accumulation saves you time: 9527 years].

It feels like the lifespan has suddenly increased by nearly ten thousand years, which is like a fortress.

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When the tepid sun finally rose to the height of a pole, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold grassland, nearly 100,000 spectators had already gathered on a stage in the new area of ​​the camp. The enthusiasm radiated from this huge group Even the cold wind that keeps blowing cannot take away the body temperature, making the entire stage as warm as spring.

In the past two days, the alliance brought to the entire God's Birthday a program that always made everyone's eyes brighten. It has been convincing enough and gained such a huge number of viewers. People from all races came to the God's Birthday on God's Birthday. They gathered here on the fourth day, eagerly awaiting to see what kind of novel program the alliance could bring them today.

From the program schedule, these people already know that today's competition program is-the Alliance's first Master of Cooking Competition! !

This does not hinder everyone's curiosity at all, because everyone knows that as long as there are those guys who are afraid of chaos in the league, even a program with an ordinary-sounding name will never be boring.

This may be the first time that the campers, who usually grit their teeth against the evil deeds of the "Two Pests of the Camp", thank these two guys from the bottom of their hearts for bringing joy to everyone on God's birthday.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the alliance performance venue on the fourth day of God's Birthday. I am Druid Wu Fan."

As a tight and deafening drum beat sounded, the noisy voices in the audience stopped, and then a voice sounded from the large circular stage.

As the figure appeared, the audience was stunned. Why, isn't the host the elder Kasha with bad conduct? Why was it replaced?

When everyone reacted, cheers broke out.

The host of this show turned out to be the current acting elder, Druid Wu Fan.

What does it mean to act as a great elder? I'm afraid the person who just heard it can't wrap his head around it for a while - Acting Elder? In other words... replace the Great Elder of Akala and perform the power and responsibilities of the Great Elder?

Then his brain buzzed and he reacted.

Who is Master Akara? Replacing her is, to put it bluntly, the highest decision-maker of the Adventurers Alliance. At the same time, given the Alliance's status in the human world, it also means that he is equivalent to the [King] of the entire human race.

For most ordinary people, the names of savior and mainland twin stars are still a bit vague. However, the identity of Wang has long been ingrained in everyone's mind. It is a real status symbol. He is aloof and worshiped by thousands of people. Any idea or order can affect the situation in the entire Dark Continent.

Although it is only temporary, it does not affect everyone's respect and awe for this identity. When they know that this program is hosted by the king of their own clan, how can they not feel honored and cheer loudly! !

In an instant, the sky with the stage as the center was filled with endless cheers, which lasted for several minutes, and many people's voices were hoarse.

It is not because of the title of the savior of the other party, nor is it a continental twin star. It is to express my gratitude and respect for the status of the Grand Elder of the Alliance, for the people in this position, and for the contributions they have made to mankind for hundreds of thousands of years. For most civilians, the Grand Elder of the Alliance is the real savior in their minds.

"And I, Feini, please give me your advice, meow~~~"

After the cheers ended, another petite figure came belatedly, dressed in a beautiful maid outfit, like a sunny flower, waving to the audience with a lively and charming smile.

"Finnie! Finney! Finney!!!"

There is no doubt that the cheers that were particularly concentrated in a certain area were where Feini's fan club was located. Where did these guys get the news? They seemed to have known for a long time that Feini was going to appear, and The momentum gathered in advance.

"First of all, I want to thank everyone for coming to support our program. Your arrival is the best affirmation of the alliance's program."

"Thank you everyone, meow~~"

Although she had not practiced beforehand, Feini, the little fake girl, was able to sing along with her very smoothly. Perhaps as a bar maid, she is naturally good at observing words and emotions and stirring up the atmosphere.

"Everyone must have known it in advance from the program schedule. Yes, today's program of our alliance is the Chef! God! Big! Competition!"

After reading each word, the red cloth behind the stage was pulled down, revealing a huge plaque with the words "The First Alliance Chef God Competition" written on it.

"As the name suggests, today, we have invited many contestants with superb cooking skills, vowing to decide the best dish. What kind of wonderful cooking skills will these people bring us, as well as exciting and fierce competitions, let us We’ll see.”

"First of all, Meow, before the contestants come on stage, let us first introduce to you the two judges Meow. They are absolutely unexpected people and I guarantee you will be shocked Meow~~~"

As soon as I finished my words, Fini's charming voice sounded next, and the coordination was perfect.

“Introducing the first reviewer first…!!!”

The big drum sounded, and as everyone stretched their necks in anticipation, the curtain of the stage slowly opened halfway, revealing an unexpected face.

"Let us welcome the Queen of the Elf Tribe, Her Majesty Artoria, with a round of applause!!"

Arturia, who was sitting on the judging panel and exuding a noble and majestic aura, stood up, smiled slightly and nodded towards the audience in the audience.

Originally, I didn't have much hope that I could get Artoria to be the judge this time. After all, she is the king of the clan. I just mentioned it casually, but to my surprise, she agreed immediately. It is also very important for an outstanding king to enjoy himself with his people.

In addition to being surprised, I was a little suspicious at that time, whether this silly king might be hiding another purpose that even she herself didn't notice.

eat!

Yes, I have said before that although it is far from the level of using the word "foodie" to describe her, Artoria's appetite and preference for "eating" are definitely beyond those of normal people. level.

The moment Arturia appeared, the audience suddenly became quiet. After this weird atmosphere lasted for a while, the cheers that were no less powerful than before suddenly erupted.

Oh my god, the king of the human race will be the host, and the king of the elves will be the judge. Is this a Master of Cooking competition or a century summit? !

But the surprise was yet to come.

When the curtain on the other side slowly opened, tens of thousands of people were stunned for more than ten seconds without reacting.

"On such an important day, I left the work to everyone, and now I have to shamelessly serve as a reviewer. It is really shameful and shameful."

Wearing a black nun's robe, leaning on a cane with a slight stoop, and a gentle smile like a spring breeze on her face, the figure that had already been deeply imprinted in everyone's minds appeared on another judging table.

Alliance Great Elder Akara! ! !

After a long pause, cheers that were louder than the first and second times combined sounded again.

Many civilians even burst into tears.

Although during the sacrificial ceremony, it was already known that the Great Elder Akala was just overtired and would be fine if he took a rest, but what he heard was false. Many people still seemed to have lost their backbone and hid themselves in the joy of God’s birthday. Underneath, is a heart that is extremely unsteady as if it were stepping on an ice floe.

In everyone's mind, Akara is a pillar holding up the sky. When this pillar disappears, even if it is told that it will be restored soon, they will always worry that this pillar will disappear and never be seen again. And will the sky without pillar support collapse at any time?

When they saw the pillar reappearing and supporting the sky above their heads again, everyone felt relieved and cheered.

Thinking about it, it has been five days since Akara collapsed from exhaustion. If she still cannot recover after five days, then it may not be as simple as excessive fatigue.

Of course, I had some doubts for a long time. Although it was true that Akara was tired, but this "tiredness" was not something that Akara had expected from early on. She wanted to practice it through this God's birthday. Where is your *** person?

Knowing that with Akara's intelligence, it was very likely that it would be as expected, I didn't secretly curse the old fox or anything like that.

Instead, a vague sense of uneasiness arose. Akara was so eager to train the next generation of ***, did she know what was about to happen... something enough for her to transfer the position of Great Elder to Lena?

Compared to this, I would rather Akala just retire early so that she can enjoy peace and happiness. She can not be the great elder, but the current alliance really cannot lose her.

Suppressing this weak but extremely unsettling feeling of uneasiness, and with Fini's secret reminder, I smiled again and faced the audience.

"Well, now that the reviewers have finished their introduction, let us..."

"Wait, wait, there's still me, bastard!!"

Suddenly a voice intervened.

Their eyes fell on the corner of the stage, and only then did everyone realize that there was a table and chairs there.

It's just that this chair, compared with the judging seat in the center of the stage, is like a child sitting on it. It can only accommodate half of an adult's butt and half of his body. It is really pitiful for a small person, and people can't help but feel... There is a huge difference in treatment in terms of status. If there are two kings of a clan on the judging table, then the person sitting on this chair is just a soldier captain at best.

The guy sitting on this table and chair is one of the two evils that everyone knows and everyone knows, and the entire camp is angry and resented, the alliance elder Kasha.

"Okay, since the other party asked for it, let me introduce you to juror Kasha, ha~~~"

After saying that, I yawned out of boredom, as if I farted while eating.

"Don't be an asshole, the jurors also have their dicks!" The old drunkard came up angrily, grabbed my lapel and shook me around.

"And what's going on with this kind of treatment? Even if I'm not as good as those two, I'm still the elder of the alliance, you bastard!" Pointing to the small table and chairs behind her, she yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Be content, you bastard. In terms of actual status, compared with the other two, you only deserve to sit in that seat." I pointed to a stone the size of a grain of rice under the stage.

"If you are so unwilling, then don't be a juror and just go back to the stage and be an audience."

"How can that be done? I was hungry all day yesterday just for today!!"

The old woman raised her chin up with shameless pride, as if she had made a wise decision that even saved the world.

I:"……"

Feini: "..."

Fortunately, these words were not heard by the audience, otherwise I would have thrown this guy into the cave of Harrogath to spend the winter with the snowman.

"Forget it, just endure it for a while today. I, Lord Kasha, have never experienced any kind of difficulties. If you want to use this method to make me quit, you are still young."

Groaning like this, the old drunkard returned to his [seat] and sat down heavily - simply using the table as a chair and the chair as a stepping stone.

You haven't experienced any kind of difficulty or humiliation, boss.

I'm really impressed by this guy's shamelessness.

"Everyone must be impatient, so let us officially unveil the first MasterChef Competition organized by the alliance and invite our contestants to appear."

As the words rang out, the entire circular stage suddenly went dark, as if it was covered by a black curtain. Suddenly, bright and dazzling lights lit up, causing tens of thousands of spectators to squint their eyes involuntarily.

On the originally empty stage, after going dark and then light up, there have been more than 20 micro-kitchens distributed in a circle, including fully functional stoves, washbasins, various kitchen knives, cutting boards, spoons, etc. of different sizes. Pots...all the common tools you can see in the kitchen are on them.

Of course, you can only prepare some very rare special kitchen utensils and cooking materials by yourself. After all, this is not a battleground for the [Beep] level chef exam. It is impossible and unnecessary to prepare such complete preparations.

Next to these micro kitchens, a famous contestant stood solemnly, exuding a confident momentum, like giant dragons and tigers, crouching on the stage, fiercely confronting each other.

There are quite a few old acquaintances among them, such as Ricken and Hans. There is no doubt that they are one of them, and they can also be regarded as the champion seeds.

Not only do the two have the strength of adventurers, their knife skills, sense of heat, taste, etc. are beyond the reach of ordinary people, but they also have secret dishes that have been passed down from generation to generation in their own restaurants for thousands of years and have been continuously improved. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the battle for the championship of this Master of Chef competition is actually between these two people.

Apart from these two people, let me see... Oh, Aunt Lisa's position is about nine o'clock. Seeing my gaze, she waved with a smile and already held the shovel in her hand. It looks full of style and momentum.

It's a pity that Willas has always been too shy and not used to showing her face on this kind of stage. Otherwise, if she can team up with Aunt Lisa, maybe this housewife team can really compete with Rickenhams A fight.

And Sister Karina over there, about 11 o'clock across from Aunt Lisa, was also teasing me, seeming to say, "Brother Wu, this host is pretty good." Not bad.

And...woo! It turned out to be two old guys, Old Man Farah and Mu Aodonggua.

This pair may be the most mean and stingy couple in the world. They only added their names in a hurry last night. It’s no wonder that Lena and Linya were so soft-hearted and actually agreed. If it were me, I would give up these two old men to each other without saying a word. Get out of the tent.

I didn't expect that these two old enemies would actually get together. It seems that the bandits are still determined to kill me, so they have to be extremely vigilant. Don't let them take advantage of it. Maybe this competition is just for revenge. I'm coming.

Well, other than that, the rest are just some unfamiliar faces, including many contestants from other races. Of course, chefs from several big restaurants in the camp are also mixed in, pretending to be advertising their own restaurants.

There are only two guys who are more suspicious. They are all covered in cloaks and refuse to show their faces. The names they used to sign up must be fake based on my many years of detective career (?). I said, it is just a cooking competition. That's all, is there any need to be so mysterious?

"Okay, it seems that all the players are ready, I announce that the game begins!!!!"

A heavy gong sounded, kicking off the competition, and all the players took out the materials they had prepared and started busy processing them.

"Very good, our players have already started. Look, they are showing us their amazing skills. Feini, tell me, who is most likely to win this game?"

While everyone was doing it, the two of us, the hosts, did not forget to keep the warm atmosphere on the sidelines.

"Let me see, meow~~~ It should be Ricken and Hans. After all, their families have a long lineage of chefs that have been passed down for thousands of years, meow."

Feini looked at the player introduction in her hand and said uncertainly.

"Of course, I don't rule out other possibilities. After all, my cousin said something. Since ancient times, masters have emerged among the people. Maybe a dark horse will suddenly appear in this game. I hope that the two players Ricken and Hans can be serious. Don’t be careless when dealing with other players.”

"It seems that Feini is more inclined towards Ricken and Hans. How about we interview them nearby first?"

With that said, the two of us walked forward and arrived in front of Ricken's kitchen.

"Brother Wu, I have to thank you for organizing a competition like this so that I can fulfill my long-cherished wish."

Ricken picked up an earthen jar from the ground, opened it with a bang, and poured the wine-like liquid inside carefully onto a plate with more than a dozen pieces of plump chicken wings, as if treating his own child, and said without raising his head.

As if he was performing a solemn ceremony, his expression was solemn, and every movement, step, and strength seemed to have been rehearsed tens of thousands of times in advance. The beautiful spice like wine was exuding a unique, The wonderful scent that I have never smelled before stimulates every taste nerve in my body.

Just a spice can cause such a reaction in the body...it's really terrifying.

"Decades... no, thousands of years. This time, it's finally time to show off with the opponent. Who is the number one restaurant in Rogge?" With a deep and vicissitudes of tone, Ricken slowly said Xu said.

"What exactly are you going to do? What's the trick?"

Seeing the serious aura exuding from Ricken, I swallowed involuntarily. Oh no, this competition seemed to have completely ignited a strange place in their souls.

"Don't worry, brother Fan, you will know it later, and then... remember the name of this dish completely in your soul."

Putting down the can, the white-haired and white-bearded paladin smiled confidently at me, just like a sign I saw in front of a fast food restaurant on World Street.

"What I want to say, I guess that guy has already said it. This is the end of a battle that has lasted for thousands of years. To me, it is the most sacred arena."

On the other side, Hans was no less impressive than Ricken, starting from the most basic piece of bread for a hamburger. The dough the size of your head was spinning like a ball in his hands, making people dizzy.

"Brother Wu, you will witness history."

Putting the dough gently in the basin and waiting for it to ferment, Hans raised his head and wiped the slight sweat from his forehead that would not come out even if he made a hundred burgers in a row. He raised his hands like this, full of momentum. Oh.

Combined with his fiery red afro, it reminds me of Lan Lanlu’s leader card pose, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Meow~~Meow~~The atmosphere seems very serious, cousin, we seem to be involved in a strange war between two families, Meow~~~"

After interviewing the two of them, the cowardly transvestite Fini’s eyes were already wet...

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