The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Klein sat aside and watched Hannibal cut a piece of bear paw and put it into the pressure cooker.

On the other side, a piece of lamb leg is gently cut with a willow-leaf-like cutting knife.

There are also golden arcs as thick as hair on the mutton.

Hannibal was calm and composed, the blade dancing gracefully in his hand.

The silver light is like crumbs, these weird and fantastic ingredients are constantly being processed by him into what he wants.

He opened the expensive red wine and poured it gently into the hot pot.

"Fuck!"

The steam from the pot gushes out, the red wine evaporates, and the aroma along with the fruity aroma of grapes fills their nostrils.

Hannibal bowed gracefully, held the corner of his clothes with one hand, and picked up the lamb chops with the other hand and put them into the pot.

Then the clean bear paws were cut into diced meat, sprinkled with sauce, delicately arranged on a plate, and placed on the dining table in front of the two of them.

Hannibal put down his apron, rubbed his hands, and said a prayer.

"It's a pity that there is no delicious 'dragon meat' this time." Hannibal only thought that Klein referred to the meat as dragon meat.

Little did he know that it was real dragon meat.

"It's not good to eat too much meat. It will gradually mutate and become a deformed dragon."

"Haha..." Hannibal chuckled, just thinking that Klein was joking.

Klein was in trouble and couldn't tell.

In the Dragon Feast Church, there will be a 'dragon eating method' left over from ancient times, in which the dragon's heart and other important parts are eaten according to the sacrificial process.

You will gain part of the dragon's power and you can use the dragon to pray.

Klein didn't pay attention when playing the game. It wasn't until he entered the world of Elden that he discovered that using sacrifice to eat the dragon's heart together would cause the pupils to become vertical, like those of a snake.

The body will gradually mutate, becoming a 'Dragon Man', and eventually it will turn into a crawling earth dragon with deformed wings, no different from a lizard.

As for why there is such a memory?

Klein is not very clear either...

According to Klein's current understanding, it should be that the assimilation ability of the dragon race is too strong. Even if it takes flesh and blood, its own code will be tampered with by the powerful DNA code.

However, this change is fast and stable in the early stage, but abnormality will occur in the later stage, making people become inhuman and dragons.

What's more, in Elden's world, even gods will decline, and even abstract eternal rings will collapse.

"Silent prayer?" Hannibal asked.

"Heh... I'm thinking about the beauty in black stockings."

Both of them smiled and started eating.

I have to say that Hannibal's cooking skills are amazing. A piece of mutton is soft and refreshing, and it melts gently in the mouth. The aroma of wine is mixed with the aroma of meat. The fishy smell of meat and the bitterness of wine are washed away, leaving only this aroma and refreshing taste.

"Huh... delicious..."

"cheers."

The tall red wine glasses clinked together, both of them showing expressions of satisfaction.

......

After eating and drinking.

Hannibal leaves with the confidential documents.

Klein was a little curious about the symbiote that appeared 'early'.

"The symbiont appeared before the little spider was bitten. This is unreasonable..."

After thinking for a long time, Klein felt a little burned out, and he felt a warmth pouring into his limbs and bones in his lower abdomen.

Hannibal put the last bite of bear meat into his mouth, the pores all over his body opened, and white mist slowly overflowed from the top of his head.

"belch!"

The two slumped in their chairs.

"Our Mr. Hannibal will only look like this after enjoying these delicacies."

Although Hannibal's current posture is not unsightly, it is definitely not in line with his usual "gentleman" image.

Hannibal rubbed his belly, "Ordinary food can only give me a moment of enjoyment in taste, but these foods make my whole body feel comfortable, and I can feel the vitality contained in the ingredients being absorbed by me. "

"Very good?" Klein is almost immune to the slight improvement brought by these foods.

"Is the second young master of the Wayne family so direct?" Hannibal stood up and straightened his clothes.

"I prefer to call that state...sublimation."

Klein nodded, and after pondering for a while, he said:

"As the saying goes, this moonlit night is perfect for watching some exciting performances."

He stood in front of the window, looking at the bustling New York, and sighed: "There are so many girls in black stockings... They must need the gentle help of this sunny and handsome guy like me."

Hannibal: "I'm not interested in sex, but food fascinates me more."

Hannibal stood up and walked to the door, giving Klein a gentleman's salute.

"Goodbye!"

"No delivery."

Klein closed the door.

Hannibal was stunned and sighed: "This guy hasn't changed at all in the past two years. He doesn't know etiquette, is bold and lustful..."

Hannibal straightened his collar, pressed the elevator button, and took out a piece of A4 paper from his briefcase. On the paper was a twisted pencil sketch.

The pencil lines are messy, but clearly form the outline of a human figure.

The outlines are repeatedly superimposed, but several faces with different appearances can be clearly seen, but each has its own characteristics.

"Kleon has multiple personality traits but no symptoms of schizophrenia. His strength is similar to that of a beast. He has a very high IQ and amazing learning ability. He is lazy and extremely lecherous. He smokes and drinks, but he is not addicted."

Klein's outline can be seen at first glance in the sketch.

The more you look at Klein, the more ambiguous and complicated it becomes.

Even Hannibal felt that this painting had the power to draw people into it.

......

After half an hour.

New York, Manhattan.

Inside the "Hellfire Club" established by mutants such as the Black King and White Queen as shareholders behind the scenes.

A young man wearing an expensive custom-made suit, with his head tilted back and a face that was two parts childish, one part masculine and one part handsome, stepped into the club.

There is no loud rock music in the club.

There is no smoke from inferior electronic flue-cured cigarettes.

There is no scantily clad old hostess taking the initiative to talk to you.

The only things in this club are millions of antique ornaments and elegant waitresses in white dresses.

"Mr. Klein, as our new member, the club will have a dedicated waitress for you."

The waitress stared at Klein and then said: "If you need a male waiter or a transgender waiter, you can ask me."

Klein was stunned and thought that the Hellfire Club really had a lot of stuff.

It is worthy of being called the back garden of capital, a gold-selling cave for the rich, and the waiters are all specially matched one to one.

Klein looked at the waitress.

Her clothing is not revealing.

He was wearing a bank uniform, but he was wearing a mid-length skirt, and his feet were not wearing black stockings that had a strong visual impact.

According to the observation of Klein, a simple child, she was wearing a pair of light brown stockings with a thickness of 5D.

The leather shoes on the waiter's feet did not have any brand logo, and they were obviously specially customized small leather shoes.

The style of the waiters' clothing does not give people a very serious feeling, but it has a sense of solemnity, expressing their respect for the members being served.

"No need, I think you're pretty good." Klein said to the waiter.

"Well, it's my honor to serve you. You can give me a nickname."

"Can I help you with a name?"

"Of course it's possible. Names, numbers, and even slang nicknames, as long as you like... even... ugly insulting words are OK... It's just that the club has regulations. That kind of words are not allowed in the lobby environment. Can't call..."