Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Prince Shamir, what are you looking for us for?" In the basement of the old castle, a group of vampire bosses sat around the conference table and whispered to each other for a long time. They didn't understand why Shamir had brought them here to sound the alarm. It's a big deal. The last time it was rung was to sign a non-aggression treaty with humanity, and that event was many years ago.

"Johnny Messner, can you pinch your cigar? It's choking me to death." Shallan Hancock, the only woman at the conference table, waved her hands and tried to fan away the smoke exhaled by the former. Don't you know that secondhand smoke is unhealthy? What?

"Sister Shalan, it's not like you don't know my hobbies, so this thing makes me feel better." Johnny shrugged. "Apart from blood, this is the only thing we can stimulate the taste."

"Well, we haven't been together for many years, can't you not stop arguing?" Gerald Gnanhouan, the eldest, put down the book in his hand and pointed at the red wine in Shamir's hand and said, "Shamir, come to us. Isn’t it just to watch you drink that damn thing? It smells like horse urine, but you’re so excited after drinking it.”

"Don't say that. This is the Rafi that I have treasured for many years." Shamir chuckled. "You are right. I just invited you to come and drink with me."

"What did you say?" All the big guys here were angry. Does this bastard want to provoke a civil war among the vampires?

"Okay, I'm here to tell you something important. But before that, you guys first try the good things I have specially prepared for you." Shamir clapped his hands, and Christopher behind him understood, and immediately put the information in advance. The prepared and enthusiastic pumpkins were served on the conference table.

"What do you mean?" Everyone looked blankly at the special-effect black food in front of them. "Have you forgotten that we vampires have no sense of taste?"

"You will understand why I came to you after you taste it." Prince Shamir pretended to be mysterious while quietly taking out the mobile phone hidden in his pocket. The next scene must be filmed, oh hehehe the heads of the six major clans of the Blood Clan collectively It’s rare to see awkward dancing scenes.

I don’t know if it was because of the chef’s dirty dishes. When the old butler saw Shamir take out his cell phone, he felt that his master had begun to learn how to hover on the edge of death. Well, master, you don’t know how to use a pinhole camera like me. Is this thing much more concealed than a cell phone?

one hour later

Location: Underground meeting room of Prince Shamir's castle

Character: The leader of the six major clans of the Vampire Clan

There was dead silence, the entire conference room was dark, and all the big guys present looked at each other in silence.

"Shamir, we need an explanation." Gerald looked at Shamir who was sitting in the first seat with an extremely gloomy face. Doesn't this guy really want to start a war?

"What explanation?" Shamir pretended to be innocent and looked at the angry people. "You guys wanted to dance just now. What does that have to do with me?"

"That's enough. Have you lived too long and want to find some excitement? OK, I declare war on you on behalf of the Bruch tribe." Vaclav Kutny, who had the most fiery temper, directly beat the conference table in front of him into sawdust. Don't blame him for being angry. Among the six, he was the one who performed the most shameful dance and the hero song was even more soul-stirring.

"Wenceslas, wait a minute." The eldest Gerald seemed to have discovered something and looked at Prince Shamir who was sitting in the first seat with a shocked face. "What was that thing just now?"

"You discovered it, right?" Prince Shamir's face straightened after he successfully attempted death. "That's right, the person in the prophecy has appeared."

"What are you talking about?" The other people looked confused. Didn't they agree to fight? What riddles are you playing?

"Try this again." Gerald threw a plate of fruit on the conference table to everyone. "I believe you will understand Shamir's intention after eating." Gerald narrowed his old eyes and took the first bite of the fruit. Then the old man burst into tears and started sobbing non-stop.

"What's going on?" Vaclav looked at the lemon in his hand and hesitated for a while before taking a bite. "Damn, where did you buy this lemon? It's so sour to me. Damn, my teeth just had maintenance done last week." Vaclav Covering his mouth, his two fangs felt almost sore.

"Yeah, it's sour." Wenceslas suddenly burst out in anger as if he realized what was going on. He grabbed the red wine that Shamir had placed on the table and drank it. "This is the taste of wine. Yes, it's the taste of wine. Oh my god." I finally tasted it, woo woo woo." Wenceslas, who was over years old, seemed to be crazy at this time, laughing and crying at the same time.

"This" everyone who was still hesitating saw this and ate the fruit one after another, and then the whole conference room heard shouts and curses snatching food.

"Prince Shamir, tell me where that person is." After a period of unsightly confusion, this group of vampire bosses who usually pay the most attention to aristocratic etiquette looked at Shamir, who was still holding his mobile phone, with burning eyes. Wait, what kind of idiot is this guy holding? Did this bastard record all of his ugly behavior just now?

"How could this happen? It's unscientific." At the same time, the chef who was in the Immortal Kitchen space was scratching his head at the slowly withering spiritual plant.

"As expected," the Xiao Long Bao on the side said very calmly, "This is why the output of Lingmi has not been high."

"But haven't we already perfectly simulated the environment of that yard?" The chef said unwillingly, "Can't that thing be artificially bred?"

"If we could cultivate it artificially, spiritual rice would not be so precious." Xiao Long Bao sighed and said, "According to the old master, the world is a circle, and the place where spiritual rice grows is the singularity. At this point There are no rules, and there cannot be coincidences or accidents. For example, if there is a gust of wind blowing at five o'clock, then there will be no wind at any five o'clock in the future."

"Just like your mathematical pi, there are no rules to follow," Xiao Long Bao continued, "So this thing cannot be copied."

"Then I won't be able to eat this good food in the future." The chef looked up at the sky. The amount of spiritual rice produced in the yard would probably not be enough to make a bowl in ten years.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Xiaolongbao shook his head. Although Xianchu was very buggy, there were some things that really couldn't be forced.

"By the way, what's going on with those vampires?" The chef knew his dark cuisine very well, and he didn't know what would happen in the basement.

"They shouldn't be traditional vampires," Xiaolongbao rubbed his chin and said, "Yesterday I searched the world's records of vampires on the Internet. Different from what you remember, vampires in this world are all transformed after birth. They are here, which means they are all acquired vampires.”

"How is it possible that they are all transformed by humans and there is no ancestor?" Anyone who is familiar with the vampire family knows that Cain is the descendant of Adam and Eve, but he was eventually exiled by God for killing his brother, and finally became the immortal ancestor of the vampire family. . Although there is also the legend of Cain in this world, the current vampires are not the direct descendants of Cain, but suddenly appeared in this world and almost unified the entire Europe thousands of years ago.

"Could it be that the vampire clan in this world came from time travel like myself?" After listening to Xiao Long Bao's story, the chef couldn't help but become interested in this clan.

"Don't rule out this possibility, otherwise we can't explain why there are no pure blood races in this world." Xiao Long Bao affirmed the chef's guess, which also explains why the chef's cooking can suppress the vampire gene, allowing it to temporarily recover. Human physical characteristics. If it were a pure vampire, it would be impossible for the latter to change his physique by eating fairy food. Let's put it this way: The vampires here are like humans infected with a certain virus, but the chef's black cuisine can suppress that virus and make them recover in a short time.

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