I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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Black Gunner picked up his magic gun and slowly walked towards them.

"Stop. I don't want to kill you myself." Although he didn't think the other party could still pose a threat to them, Arthur still looked at Black Gunner seriously. No one knew the strength of the man called King Arthur better than him. Even when he was extremely close to death, he could still deliver the final blow.

Black Gunner stopped as instructed. "You want this Holy Lance, don't you?"

Le Zhengling nodded. "Yes, we originally wanted to use saving Grey and the others' lives as a bargaining chip, but it seems that's no longer necessary."

Black Gunner smiled faintly, "Actually, they didn't die, right?"

"Yes, it's just a dream, and you are the embodiment of that dream. But I didn't expect Gray to be involved so deeply that she even knows about your existence."

Le Zhengling looked at the Holy Lance being dragged by Black Gun with a very emotional gaze, "As expected, these relics that have been passed down to the modern era are not to be trifled with."

"That girl was prepared for us, so it's normal that she can see us too." Black Gunner put down her Holy Lance. Unlike White Gunner, who was unapproachable, this girl seemed quite good at chatting.

Le Zheng heard that these words were the work of Grey's subconscious. Grey knew why she was born, and now it could be said that the nightmare had come true.

A dream of cooking, an illusion of getting drunk. After this incident, Yue Zhengling had a rough idea of ​​what kind of existence this instinctive magic was.

What I thought was just a magic trick to hide myself seems to have become a bit too dangerous after being sublimated by Merry's spirit origin.

Now the magic trick has changed from one to three. The Dream of Cooking Cooks affects others and can rewrite the reality of the recipient to a limited extent, while the Illusion of Drunkenness affects oneself and is used to deceive all beings.

He didn't know what the combined effect would be, but his intuition told him not to try it.

"It's time." Yue Zhengling suddenly said to Hei Qiangdai out of the blue.

The other person paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, it's time to wake up from the dream."

"Do you feel regretful that you didn't kill me?" Yue Zhengling asked her in a strange tone. He had a feeling that her answer might be unexpected.

"It's more of a relief than a regret. Actually, from the very beginning, neither she nor I ever intended to kill you." She smiled gently. "You might not believe it now, but our intention was to warn you, after all, you can now be considered our child—"

Before she could finish speaking, she vanished without a trace.

Arthur remained silent, stepping forward and picking up the Holy Lance. The instant he touched it, the jet-black lance turned silver-white, and, perhaps it was just Yue Zhengling's imagination, the lance seemed a little longer and thinner now.

"Don't you have anything to ask or say?" Yue Zhengling walked past Arthur to the spot where Black Gun had disappeared, bent down to pick something up, and waved to Orange in the distance.

Arthur lowered his head, looking at the Holy Lance in his hand, his mind in turmoil. After touching the Holy Lance, he saw some information recorded inside, and he also knew why the goddess Rungomminiad had acted before.

Hearing Yue Zhengling's words, he spoke directly, "If you want to talk, I will listen. But if you don't want to talk, I will never force you."

Arthur's answer made Yue Zhengling chuckle, but before he could say anything, Orange, with a cold face, came up to him and angrily pinched his cheeks and pulled them.

Chengzi was angry because Yue Zhengling had abandoned her and wouldn't let her come over. Now, seeing him unharmed, she felt a surge of fear, anger, and relief all at once.

"Don't worry, Sister Orange. I won't do anything reckless." Le Zheng let Orange vent her pent-up emotions, while placing his hand on the back of her hand.

Upon hearing this, Orange glared at him irritably, tightened her grip, and let go with a final pull. Then, without saying a word, she rubbed his face.

Le Zhengling squinted his eyes, looking quite comfortable.

"I'm not dead?" Barthemello opened his eyes groggily at the foot of the wall not far away, touching his face in disbelief.

When Grey reappeared, she quickly checked her body and, finding that it was not a hallucination, looked at Yue Zhengling with a complicated expression.

Unlike Bartholomew, who knew nothing, Gray had the dream memories of becoming a Heroic Spirit after waking up again, so she knew exactly what had happened.

She no longer had the will to fight, because she knew she was still alive because of Yue Zhengling's magic. As for her savior, Ya De, she could only resign herself to letting go of the matter.

After hesitating for a moment, Grey walked up to Le Zhengling and the others, bowed to Le Zhengling, and said, "Thank you."

Le Zhengling waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing to worry about, then looked at Barthezmello with a teasing look, "Barthezmello, could you come over and write a few words?"

As he spoke, he took out the Atlas Institute contract and a pen, smiling maliciously.

Having fully regained consciousness, Barthez got up with a gloomy face. Under the gaze of others, he walked up to Le Zhengling, snatched the pen, and was about to sign his name and register the appendix on the contract.

"Please wait..." Just as Barthellello signed his name and was writing the appendix, a faint voice came. Upon hearing this voice, Barthellello stopped and looked sharply at the corpse of a sphinx.

Over there, a person stood up unsteadily. This was the person who spoke up to stop Barthez, but before she could continue, Yue Zhengling taunted, "Well, the Barthez family's integrity is about to go bankrupt~"

For Barthelo Loreleia, family honor is more important than her own life. She used underhanded tactics because she couldn't stand Yue Zhengling.

But now that the other party has come to her door and has even become her savior, she has no excuse to deny it.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she quickly wrote down the appendix and used magic to inscribe her family's mark.

Yue Zhengling carefully read through the contract, then put it away with satisfaction. He then greeted Rani with a mischievous grin: "Hey, Rani, what a coincidence!"

Rani clutched her side and limped over, ignoring Barthemello Loreleia's murderous glare, and frowned as she looked at the Holy Lance in Arthur's hand.

Just when everyone thought she had something to say, she suddenly closed her eyes and fell straight forward.

In front of her was Yue Zhengling, but Yue Zhengling didn't catch her. Instead, he took three steps back, causing her to fall to the ground.

"She really has no manners at all." Although she and Rani were enemies, Barthemello Loreleia couldn't help but mock Yue Zhengling after seeing what had just happened.

Grey frowned as she quietly looked at Rani lying on the ground, her opinion of Le Zhengling dropping further.

Arthur, seemingly oblivious to everything, frantically poured magic into the Holy Lance, preparing for any eventuality.

"Sister Orange, it seems I'll have to trouble you." Le Zhengling didn't care about other people's opinions, after all, these things were insignificant, and she had already done more than enough by saving Lani's life.

He hates excessive scheming, and he doesn't care whether you're male or female, he just wants those who scheme against him to suffer.

Orange squatted down, turned Rani over, first casually pressed a few points on her body, then opened her eyelids, her expression becoming increasingly interested.

"This child, as expected of an artificial human from the Atlas Institute, the manufacturing process is simply beyond my imagination." As a puppeteer, artificial humans are also part of her expertise.

"Although she appears to be seriously injured, her magic circuits are working normally as instructed and are constantly repairing her body. It seems that, like Yuzhu, her flesh, bones, and even internal organs are covered with magic markings, so even a fatal wound can be quickly healed."

Clap her hands and stand up. Orange suppressed the urge to dissect Rani. Just as she was about to leave, Rani opened her eyes and sat up as if nothing had happened.

Adjusting her cracked glasses, Rani looked up and asked Yue Zhengling in an unusually calm tone, "Shall we continue the deal?"

Le Zhengling rolled his eyes. As expected of the straightforward Atlas Institute android, he really had a thick skin. But it was precisely because of this that the awkwardness of the previous scheming between the two sides was avoided.

Le Zhengling extended her hand to her. After looking at the hand for a few moments, Lani reached out and grasped it. Then, just when she thought the other person was going to pull her up, Le Zhengling's lips curled up slightly, and she gently swayed the hand twice. Under everyone's unexpected gaze, she said, "Well then, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

After saying this, Yue Zhengling quickly released his grip and turned to walk towards the sphinxes.

Rani stared blankly at her palm, completely bewildered by what had just happened. Gray and Barthezmero also stared blankly at Le Zhengling's retreating figure, unsure of what to say.

Orange nodded in satisfaction. She was extremely pleased with Le Zhengling's response. Nothing could be more reassuring than the fact that her child would consciously avoid the bedbugs on the roadside.

Arthur looked at Yue Zhengling with pity, thinking to himself that he should teach Yue Zhengling some skills about getting along with women, otherwise the child might be single for life.

Seemingly knowing what Arthur was thinking, Yue Zhengling glanced at him with disdain, then looked at the sphinxes that were already dead with great delight.

Looking at these sphinxes that hadn't disappeared even after being killed, Le Zhengling's mind was filled with thoughts.

He looked at the firm, meaty lion's leg, turned to Arthur and said, "Arthur, let's have some roasted lion's leg!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into dead silence, as if time itself had stopped. Then, the four women gasped in unison, their faces filled with terror as they looked at Le Zhengling, and then involuntarily at the sphinx he was touching.

Only Arthur's eyes lit up, and he nodded in agreement, "Great idea!"

Chapter 159 Conversation by the Oven

In his previous life, as a Cantonese, Le Zhengling believed there was nothing he wouldn't dare to eat. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching Bear Grylls' food journey back then, and as the saying goes, one only has one life, and one should try everything.

Under the watchful eyes of the four women, Yue Zhengling and Arthur excitedly dismembered a lion-like beast. After discussing it, they decided to use the wing meat and hind leg meat for barbecue, while Yue Zhengling took some tenderloin to make steamed buns.

With Barthele Loreleia and Lani keeping an eye on each other, the group returned to the mall.

Orange looked at Yue Zhengling, who was walking briskly at the front, and smiled unconsciously. Then she turned around and looked at Arthur, who was walking at the back. Now she felt that the two of them really got along.

Because Arthur had a satisfied smile on his face, he seemed very pleased with his haul.

Back at the mall, Yue Zhengling found some kitchen utensils, intending to show off her superb knife skills. However, with one slash, the boning knife in her hand broke in two with a "bang".

Upon seeing this, Arthur, who had just brought the charcoal stove and the finest fruitwood charcoal, picked up a steel piercing knife from the knife rack again. "Ordinary knives won't do when dealing with these magical beasts and illusions. You need to add your own magic power, like this."

Arthur couldn't help but recall the days when he hunted giant beasts and processed them as food; his skills were honed during those years of hunting and foraging.

As Arthur wiped the back of the knife with his other hand, a faint red light enveloped the entire blade. Then, with a flash of light, the skinning and deboning were completed.

Le Zhengling couldn't help but applaud, "Oh, no wonder you have an A+ in housekeeping."

Arthur smiled slightly, thinking that he could finally hold his head high in front of Ling. "Actually, I could have done better, but this knife limited my technique."

After putting down the square-headed sword, Arthur switched to the curved sword and enchanted the wings on it again.

After removing the outermost protective layer, the meat inside was no different from ordinary meat. After washing his hands and knife with bottled water, Yue Zhengling began to cut meat from the lion's leg. When Arthur saw that Yue Zhengling had mastered enchanting, he also started a fire.

The four women stood not far away watching the two busy men. Barthez's eyes twitched, Gray was restless, Rani stood still without moving, and only Orange sighed.

"Would you eat this?"

This issue left the other three women in a state of emotional turmoil.

Rani definitely wouldn't eat it, but Barthez and Grey hadn't eaten for almost a day, and Arthur and the others were cooking the flesh of gods, so it would be a lie to say they weren't interested.

But whether or not to eat it is a real big question.

Moreover, there were many other options in the mall, so after watching Arthur and the others for a while, Grey took the initiative to look for other food.

After cutting the lion leg meat into uniformly thick pieces, Yue Zhengling added white wine and salt to marinate it, and asked Chengzi to help find barbecue sauce and honey.

During this time, she went to find flour and dried seafood to make steamed buns. When Orange came back, she found everyone staring in the same direction in disbelief.

When Orange turned her gaze over, she froze, her mouth slightly agape.

call--

A strange wind was blowing inside. Orange heard the wind, and her sideburns were ruffled by it.

Snapped!

Yue Zhengling inserted the cleaned stone pillar into a large pile of flour mixed with water, a faint smile on his lips. With a gentle twist of his wrist, the staff in his hand moved in a circular motion.

The staff spun faster and faster, and the pile of flour in front of him, as it spun, mixed with water and flour, gradually turning into a wet, runny dough, which stuck to the staff at one end and was being pulled along.

With a flick of his arm, Yue Zhengling carried the white streak of the staff into the air as it spun in a circle. The long, shaped streak swung back and forth, like a white snake that had been given life, coiling around Yue Zhengling.

"This, this is-"

As a noblewoman of magicians, Barthemello Loreleia had seen countless culinary performances, but this kind of mysterious cooking technique was something she had never seen before.

As a wind-attribute magician, Barthemello Loreleia felt how beautiful Yue Zhengling's current movements were.

The fingers are spinning! The wrist is spinning! The arm is spinning!

Circular motion! A perfect circle!

As Yue Zhengling spun, an ancient and noble mystery emanated from her.

Fifteen minutes later, a large lump of evenly kneaded dough was slammed onto a clean marble table. He then covered the dough with a damp cloth, and it needed to rest for at least thirty minutes.

Le Zhengling wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, examined the smooth, white dough in front of him, and smiled with satisfaction.

He looked triumphantly at the stunned audience, and casually swung his staff twice. He was able to easily perform the White Serpent Reincarnation Technique this time, thanks to this staff—it was weightless, of moderate length, just the right thickness, and he and the staff were one, it was simply perfect!

"Lingjun, what was that just now?" Chengzi looked at Yue Zhengling with a strange look. Although she knew that Yue Zhengling knew about Chinese cuisine, she did not expect it to be this kind of Chinese cuisine.

Having traveled the world, she knew that Chinese chefs were divided into those specializing in hot dishes and those specializing in cold dishes, and that Le Zhengling was probably the legendary one specializing in cold dishes.

"A very interesting culinary skill, it's been passed down for about 1,800 years, right?" Yue Zhengling stroked his chin and said in a strange tone.

The Three Kingdoms period was about 1800 years ago. If the Bai Luo family really existed, it might be a truly incredible mystery.

After all, according to the laws of the Moon World, the older the item or technique, the more mysterious it is. But this is the Moon World, not a world mixed with "Cooking Master Boy," so he could only make a joke.

Orange gasped, while Gray was also taken aback, and Basemelo Loreleia looked at him with a glint in her eye.

Half an hour later, Yue Zhengling took out pieces of lion leg meat from the metal plate and handed them to Arthur. Arthur used tongs to put them on the stove to start grilling, while also being responsible for adding sauce and controlling the heat.

A strange aroma of meat began to waft through the air as the meat was roasted, drawing the four women's attention to the pieces of meat.

Le Zhengling picked up a knife and began cutting the dough. The dried goods had already been prepared and placed aside; he was going to use these to make steamed buns.

More than half an hour passed. When Yue Zhengling took a tray of black-skinned buns out of the oven and placed them in front of the four women, indicating that they could eat, Chengzi couldn't resist picking one up and taking a bite.

The soft dough broke open with a snap, and the rich broth and seafood filling mixed with the dough, dancing on her tongue. This bite of the bun brought a look of bliss to her face.

Grey glanced at the can of food in her hand, then at Orange's blissful face. Overwhelmed by the aroma of the divine meat, she decided to eat the steamed buns instead, trying to resist the temptation on the other side.

The most interesting one was Rani, who used an ethereal fiber to analyze the black bun she was holding, muttering to herself, "The flour's nutritional value has been activated to its maximum, the protein gluten structure is perfect, and the viscosity has reached the limit of human oral sensation..."

Finally, even Bartheleiro Loreleia couldn't resist, kicking the cans at her feet behind her and picking up a bun to eat.

After the four women finished eating a bun, their gazes towards Le Zhengling became increasingly strange.

Le Zhengling shrugged, picked up a steamed bun, walked over to Arthur, took over the task of turning the meat from his hands, and handed the bun to him.