Dungeon Reset

Let's get this straight.

There are two ways to offer a sacrifice:

The way you put it on an altar and the way you feed on it and send your life energy to the altar.

And now, since the dragon of life Ertera began to regenerate, we have to pay attention to the quality of the sacrifices.

According to Alpha, the blood of monsters can be mixed with the blood of the purest and purest dragons.

So, slaughtering was necessary to offer sacrifices.

First, I had to cut it out of my skin and eat it beautifully in size that could fit into a person's mouth.

Of course, it had to be cut very small to fit in the mouth of the rabbit.

[Queek. How long are we going to eat all this? I'm gonna chew you to death. It's so funny when a rabbit has a square jaw....]

The rabbit grieves by touching its chin.

It would have been great if the gate had been opened normally, but the climbing sky was basically the tall, windy sky.

Thus, this gigantic pumpkin knight was also moving fine in the wind, so the gate did not open.

“Don't worry. We just need to eat enough of Bahamut's magic to get it right. ”

If I could just get to the heavenly temple anyway, I could just take the rest to the altar.

So…… I decided to enjoy this moment.

“What should I do to make sure I eat well? ”

While the Shadow Servants slaughter hard, Jungdown is left alone with serious concerns.

If you have to eat a lot, you should eat well.

The tastiest part of the eagle was also leg fat.

The rest of them were too crunchy or chewed up to actually have a square jaw.

“Hmm. Chicken is hard because the cauldron for frying is in the heavenly temple.... I have a frying pan in my possession, but it's too small. ”

A moment of searching through my belongings reminded me of this.

I had a lot of metal plates made for practice in the forge.

“Good. Shall we make a plate of iron? ”

To consume an enormous amount of ingredients at once, it was efficient to put them on a wide iron plate and cook them all at once.

He piles up the dirt and makes a round cooking table with an O-shaped structure.

In the middle, I left a space for people to walk around, and it looked like a countertop in a rotating sushi house.

“Onstone Setup! ”

[Install Onstone.]

Pa-bak!

Beneath the table, a brazier is set up, and an iron plate is placed on top of the brazier to transfer heat.

“Oh, I got one of these, it looks like a solar eclipse restaurant all of a sudden. ”

He was a self-respecting teacher who admired himself even after making it.

But the rabbit had another drink.

I just sat down in front of the table and began to urge the chef.

[Hey, host! Here's your order!]

“Hmm?"

[Huh! The staff service here is a mess!]

“Hehe.”

Jungdown burst into laughter.

The rabbit sits in an invisible chair, gracefully twisting its legs without a chair.

“Okay, let's test the performance of the steel plate, and let's make some cake first. ”

[Chuckles]

A bunny with a tilted head.

He had no flour, so instead he took out potato starch and rice flour, put oil and salt on it and started doughing.

Unfortunately, I didn't have yeast, but I thought it would be good to eat if I imitated it roughly.

Suddenly, Bahamut saw the dough and suddenly acted like he knew it.

[Sir, with all due respect, when you add bread dough, you need to add bread mold to make the dough taste good.]

“Huh!? ”

Suddenly, the words popped out of Bahamut's mouth and he was greatly surprised.

A transcendent language that penetrates the dungeon.

He realized right away that the word 'baking mold’ which Bahamut mentioned refers to yeast.

“You know the yeast!? ”

[Have you forgotten? A servant who has lived his whole life defending a witch. Butchering and cooking are the basic skills of a butler.]

“ ……! ”

Bahamut bows his head politely.

It looked like a gourmet restaurant in a formal outfit to me.

Come to think of it, what was the treasure of Bahamut?

The Butcher's Blade!

Maybe it's a chef's knife!

However, Bahamut, the witch's chef, lowers his head with reluctance.

[But I haven't tasted it since I became undead, and my food has been terribly tasteless. Since then, I've let go of the cooking.]

That led to Bahamut's explanation that the Witch Master was very upset.

But even though I could not taste it, my knowledge of the ingredients remained.

Particularly, the witch's house was made of the dirt of corruption in the whole hallway.

It was natural for Bahamut to be sharp about fungi because he lived in an environment that was perfect for fungi growing.

[I used to be sick and tired of fungus. If you need bread mold, I'll make you as much as I want.]

“Awesome.”

Yeah, that's great.

That was amazing.

Other than this, there was no way to express what he was feeling right now.

“Well, can you really make an yeast? Right here?”

Stuttering and asking the same question.

[It may take a while, but it's possible. How many Cannibals do you have?]

“Spirits?”

Unexpectedly, what Bahamut asked for was a genus of Aqua Coriander in his possession.

As soon as I got him out of curiosity, Bahamut tore the poppy blossoms and went inside and ripped out the spring.

[Bread mold can be collected from honey springs of sugary flowers. If you leave this silent for a couple of days, the bread mold will grow.]

“Fermenting? I can fix that. ”

He straightaway pulls out a pot made of corrupt soil.

And then I put a fountain of flowers in it, and I waited a little while, and a white mold covered it.

Bahamut nods.

[This is bread mold. Grind and use as powder.]

“I see! Damn it! You're a genius! ”

With a tremendous excitement, he hugged Bahamut and liked to twist his body.

[Heheh, too much praise makes a small person proud.]

[…… what the hell are you talking about?]

Once upon a time, the completely isolated rabbit tilted his head with a puzzling look.

But next to him, Luggal sits on the ground with his butt flat, waiting.

Like a predator waiting to be hunted.

I was shaking my tail quietly, swallowing my saliva in the feeling that something tasty was about to come out.

Tick, tick.

His instincts were accurate.

Jungdown immediately put the yeast dough back into the rotting pot and took it out for a moment.

Then, the dough was spread into the preparation and carefully loaded with sugar, sprinkles, salt, chopped dungeon beans and sesame seeds.

Chihuahua-!

Shortly after, the dry loaf dough settled on a hot, greasy iron plate, and a grand welcoming ceremony began as the crisp oil boiled over.

Cheers!

Shhh!

The bitter, sweet smell fills the pumpkin knights as they flip over and press flat.

No, it wasn't Night anymore.

The downward head bows politely before them.

“Haha, welcome to the pumpkin food truck. No, it's not a truck. Should I call it an amber wagon? ”

I didn't say wagon.

But the name worked somehow.

[Huh, chef? Hurry up and give it to me. Hurrah.]

[I'm a natural carnivore, but this looks delicious. Tick.]

Customers who are busy swallowing spits that will fill their mouths.

Jeong-Dun used to serve him flat-baked seed loaf cake.

“It's hot, so let's cool down and eat.... ”

[Heart!]

[Sigh...!]

“You're late.”

The inside of the newly made bread is very hot.

But two beasts who never spit out that they're going to try it again.

[Drink!]

[Grunting]

I don't know what you're talking about, but it looks delicious.

I smiled as if I was intelligent. I blew my teeth out and ate.

At first, the texture was chewy.

Then the sticky, sweet material hidden in it bursts out like a bot and explodes in your mouth.

“Ugh…. ”

It was delicious.

Sweet is the best.

< I don't know what it tastes like, but it's not worth the sacrifice. Bring me the vulture. >

It was an Alpha that choked on this good atmosphere.

But is it because I feel a strange jealousy?

“Don't worry. You weren't just playing around, were you? ”

The slaughter of the vulture ended perfectly while making a loaf of bread.

And the interior of the food trucks, or pumpkin wagons, was frozen.

This was already the perfect restaurant.

Round countertops for iron plates and chairs for guests set in front of them.

There was no need at all, but the counter was made in the corner.

In addition, the sunset was placed around the table and around the ceiling, so there was moderately bright and flavorful atmosphere that was perfect for taking a selfie.

Jungdown boasted with a proud expression.

“Here we go! This is the ultimate gourmet spot! Hahaha!”

[It seems reasonable, but we're the only ones here. What's the point of decorating it? Ah, the owner! Here's two more rice cakes! No, four more to Rugal!]

I wanted to play candles as usual, but the rabbit was already a great guest # 1.

My head was pounding.

“If you're a guest, you can have participants as guests later, right? If we hunt, can't we just cook some and then use the rest as sacrifices? ”

< Great idea! You'll make the Dragon Sacrifice of the Apocalypse take our sacrifices! >

“Well, that makes me feel like I'm some kind of bad actor. ”

Evil or not, he had already become the owner of a restaurant.

He didn't make any bread, but he summoned the Shadow Albanians who were playing with his hands and asked them to do it for him.

And I began to cook the main course.

“Haha, now that you have a penis, there's a lot more you can do, right? ”

As soon as he had succeeded in the cultivation of the peppers, the first thing he made was the pepper paste and the oil.

With these two things, I was able to produce all the crazy Korean food.

“First of all, chicken ribs. ”

Chihuahua-!

The sliced univulture leg flesh begins to crumble over the counter.

The vegetables on top were sliced and mixed beautifully with meat, including salt and sugar, which added red pepper paste seasoning and sweetening.

< Not enough. More, more. >

“Erai, beat them all! ”

The rooting of the Alpha has made the amount more and more abundant.

I played the most beautiful tune in the world, with nearly 50 wrestler guests roasting in the amount of chicken, not to be lacking, or the leg of an eagle.

It's the sound of roasting meat.

Shhhhh!

Earlier, if it was sweet, this time it smelled crazy spicy and cheap, filled with pumpkin wagons.

“Excellent. A combination of solid and solid maps for a lot of food, too. Now, shall we offer the sacrifice in earnest? ”

Sacrifice! Sacrifice!]

Who are the sacrifices for?

Alpha was a little confused by everyone's cheerfulness.

But in the midst of this confusion, I knew one thing for sure.

< Lugal, wait. Luggal should only eat hoecakes, since the unicorn is a sacrifice. >

[What!?]

Lugal, who was trying to eat some chicken ribs with a cautious look, was greatly embarrassed.

Hey, hey! Are you going to eat this dishonorably?]

< Why do you offer sacrifices to your enemies? Or, Jung-Dong, pick some vegetables and remove them. >

“Oh, right. Don't worry. When you're done, I'll make you fried rice. ”

[You filthy bastards!]