Outside the palace, in a dimly lit room, three tall figures sat opposite each other.

"The hottest blood of the warriors of the orc clan has been sprinkled on the border between the tribe and the Loth Empire, I hope that you demon clan and forest troll clan can show true sincerity, not just talk about it." The dark-skinned orc said in a deep voice.

"Rest assured, the most elite warriors of my forest troll clan have arrived in Luodu, and Irina will not return this time." The forest troll twisted his own neck and made a clicking sound that seemed to be squeezed out of his lungs.

The Void Demon grinned, a cold light flashed in his scarlet eyes, and sneered: "The pattern of this world will be redefined by our Three Races Alliance, elves, humans, goblins, these weak and cunning things should be obediently used as food, they don't deserve to have territory, they don't deserve to be on an equal footing with us, let them start with infighting......"

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McGonagall walked slowly into the huge kitchen, which was almost the size of a football field, and it was the first time he had seen it, neatly divided into rows, leaving almost no empty seats, and accommodating more than a thousand cooks.

And these more than 1,000 chefs, the best chefs in the continent of Nolan, gathered here today just to present a delicious dish to the king on his birthday.

"It's a little more spectacular than you think." McGonagall said inwardly, looking at the demon chef wielding three kitchen knives and chopping vegetables like the wind, the forest troll holding his fiery head to the pot, and the elven chef cooking with grace as if by magic.

Chefs of different races show incredible scenes, all kinds of wonderful aromas spread and intersect in the kitchen, and the sound of spatulas is interwoven into a beautiful music, which is probably the music that every chef will love.

McGonagall looked left and right with great interest, this was the first time he had seen so many peers, using different cooking styles to make food, just like Grandma Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden, and it was endless to see.

"Mr. McGonagall, your cooking location is here, and the food will be served in two hours, I hope you will be ready." The guard who had led McGonagall through the door stopped, pointed to an empty seat and looked at McGonagall, "Are you the only one?" ”

McGonagall put the knife box on the stove, looked at the guard a little puzzled, and nodded, "Yes, is there anything wrong?" ”

"It's just a little surprising, even Kaluru, who only cooks a cold dish, has two helpers." The guard glanced at the kitchen next to McGonagall and smiled, "Good luck, then." Then he turned and walked away.

"Thank you." McGonagall nodded slightly, just walked all the way, those chefs did seem to have helpers by their side, but it was a chef like him who was more conspicuous.

"Let's just make a Kalulu mixed cucumber and give us a place for the three of us, what does he do alone?"

"Could it be peanuts?"

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense, Peanuts are at the same level as us."

The three people in the booth next to them whispered.

McGonagall glanced sideways at the kitchen next to her, and a man with a rather round figure and a white chef's uniform was smiling at him with a cheeky face, and politely smiling back at him.

This uncle's body shape looks a little similar to Da Bai, and even the face shape - (●-●), looks average, and is born to make people feel good.

There were also two little fat men of fifteen or sixteen years old beside him, and they were both miniature versions of him, and McGonagall didn't believe it if they weren't biological.

The uncle looked at McGonagall and asked curiously, "Hello, my name is Kalulu, they are Kakaru and Rukaka, and they are my sons." However, what do you do, brother, how can you be alone? ”

The two little fat men also looked at McGonagall with a curious expression.

Here today, they are already the least numerous, and they can't raise their heads in front of the other chefs, but this man is alone, and a sense of superiority suddenly rises in his heart.

"Kalulu, Kakalu, Ruka......" McGonagall felt that her brain was about to spin, this name was really random to obtain, looking at the three father and son with a curious face, and smiled: "I'm McGonagall, because I don't have much to do, so I don't need any help." ”

According to Qiao Xiu's requirements, he only needs to make about ten people, which is no pressure for him, and he doesn't need any helpers at all.

"I understand, I understand." Kalulu nodded with a look on his face, although it was a thing to boast about being selected to serve the king's birthday in the palace, but in this kind of scene where chefs gathered, he could only cook such a cold dish, which was still a little unbearable, and he could fully empathize with McGonagall's feelings.

"It's all right, Brother McGonagall, although we don't have more people than them, and the food we cook may not be able to put on the king's table, but we are more relaxed, you look at the troll over there with a big cauldron on his head, his skull is red, and the little trolls next to him are all revolving around him, how tired." Kaluru smiled and explained to McGonagall.

"That's what you said." McGonagall nodded inexplicably, it seemed that the uncle seemed to have misunderstood something, but he didn't mean to explain, and instructed the guards to place the kitchen utensils, "This one can be placed here, that one can be placed there, and the seasoning will ......be given to me."

"Father, does he need so much kitchen utensils to cook a cold dish? How can we just need a pot? Rukaka asked, looking puzzled.

"He must have moved his entire kitchen, although he can only make one cold dish, but he still has to pretend that his cold dish is very tall, which is very worthy of our learning, miscalculation, miscalculation." Kakaru touched his chin and said categorically.

"Don't talk nonsense, every chef has his own pride, and I can understand the behavior of the McGonagall brothers very well, when I first entered the palace, I even brought a large vat of pickled cucumbers, and I was worried that others would say that I was just a pickled cucumber." I just want them to see that even if it's pickled cucumbers, not everyone can pickle them well, and not everyone has such a big vat. ”

"You see, he should be at the stage when I was back then, let's tolerate him and protect his mentality, instead of laughing at him." Kaluru looked at his two sons and said with a serious expression.

"Uh-huh." The two brothers nodded obediently.