"Who is it! Which bastard stole my idol! ”

Under the moonlight, on a small island in ruins, Alfred's eyes were red and he roared to the sky, and there was no trace of the stone statue in the pit.

Alfred walked around the island, his eyes fell on the three-headed demon dog that had been burned to charcoal, stepped forward to take a serious look, gritted his teeth and said: "Flame Demon Clan, I will never let you go easily, the power of the god of the undead, only I deserve it!" ”

"The statue will be reassembled in three days, and before that, I have to get it back and complete the rest of the rituals." Alfred said in a deep voice, summoning the flying mount, "It seems that I have to take someone to Flame Island, dare to come to my Abyss Island area to grab something, it must be Terry's dictatorship......"

Alfred stooped and slammed his fist into the ground, causing the island to tremble and collapse, sinking to the bottom of the sea.

……

"Urgent mission, ask the host to kill Alfred the base saboteur within three days, the mission is successful: get the title of 'Base Guardian' and get a chance to ask a classified question! Mission Failed: The host will lose all supplies from the Ingredient Base. McGonagall had just completed the 10-second open-back task for a hundred crayfish when the sound of the system suddenly sounded in the Chef's Proving Ground.

“？？？” McGonagall looked confused, this task came inexplicably, and she also had to take on the system task in the Kitchen God Proving Ground?

"System, what the hell is a base saboteur? And what is that classified question? McGonagall asked, frowning, putting down the kitchen knife.

"Alfred used brute force to destroy the structure of the island, which caused the island to collapse, which had a great impact on the water quality and environment of the crayfish breeding base, and destroyed the ecosystem that the system had worked so hard to build. Base saboteurs like this, the system must wipe them out so that they don't have a more serious impact on other bases. The system responded.

"Looks like he should have noticed that the stone statue was missing." McGonagall was thoughtful.

"With the current authority of the host, it is not qualified to know some classified information on this continent, but after the completion of this mission, this system will provide an opportunity to ask questions. Knowledge is priceless. ”

"Then I'll exchange this opportunity for 100 copper coins."

"No way!"

"You see, this opportunity is not even worth 100 copper coins." McGonagall pouted.

System: "......"

"If you want me to kill a tenth-level powerhouse, and you don't want to show a little real sincerity, system, are you inflated? Remember who dad is? ”

"Host, please respect this system!" The system is solemn.

"I don't care, I can't beat him anyway, unless you give me a chance to recover to the top, you just want Dad to die, you can do whatever you want. Also, if you don't sell my vegetables, I'll go to someone else to buy them, there are so many vegetables in the world that you are not missing. McGonagall said with a nonchalant look on her face.

"Host, you...... You...... You're a scoundrel! Is there a host like you? Is there a threat system like yours? Do you know how the circle laughs at me now? ”

"Yo, and the circle? How can they laugh at you, say it and give me a good time. McGonagall said with interest.

The system was silent for a long time, and said in a somewhat low voice: "Task success reward weighting: the mobile restaurant can obtain a protective shield that is immune to all attacks below level nine, and can withstand three level ten attacks. Mission Failure Penalty: Wipe out the host. ”

"You didn't just go to the circle of friends to ask for help, right?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow, this punishment style doesn't quite look like the system's style, huh?

"How do you know ......" The system exclaimed, but it stopped the words in time, and coughed lightly: "The three-day countdown has begun, please complete the task as soon as possible!" After saying that, there was no sound at all.

McGonagall thought for a while, Alfred was also on his must-kill list, and it was also Irina's target, although the task of the system was a bit sudden, but it was completed in three days, and it was not completely out of chance.

And the improvement of the defensive ability of the mobile restaurant is indeed quite attractive to him, which is equivalent to having a fortress that will not be breached, even if it is a sneak attack by a tenth-level powerhouse, it can still give them enough time to react, which is quite practical.

"It seems that the assassination plan has to be preceded a little bit." McGonagall muttered to herself and walked to the cauldron to the side, putting the task behind her and practicing how to make a delicious braised crayfish.

Braised crayfish, spicy crayfish, steamed crayfish, garlic crayfish, thirteen spiced crayfish, and chilled crayfish are all new challenges for McGonagall.

However, McGonagall, who has been honed for a long time, is no longer the rookie who has no understanding of cooking skills, and has her own understanding of the control of heat and the amount of spices and seasonings.

"Congratulations to the host, the best chilled crayfish has been achieved!"

McGonagall opened her eyes and the alarm clock at the bedside was ringing.

After a moment of soberness, McGonagall reached out and turned off the alarm clock, shook her head, chased the crayfish out of her head, sat up and rested for a while, and then relieved herself.

Although it was only one night, it was also a great test for McGonagall to spend more than a hundred days and nights in the Chef's Proving Ground, learning the six ways of crayfish in one go, and doing each one to the extreme.

Fortunately, the more and more comfortable I did later, and my understanding of crayfish became more and more thorough, and I still walked out of the kitchen god trial ground at dawn.

"It's a shame that all six methods have been done, and they are time-consuming and labor-intensive, and they are not suitable for expansion." McGonagall thought for a moment and whispered to herself, "Then let's make spicy crayfish, garlic crayfish, and thirteen-spiced crayfish." ”

McGonagall can't stay on Carapace Island for the rest of his life, but in order to avoid trouble, after returning to the City of Chaos, it is impossible for him to make the same flavor of crayfish in a short period of time, so leaving three flavors will be made at McMie's Restaurant, which is obviously a good choice.

"After breakfast, I went to the dock to collect crayfish, I don't know if those fishermen went to catch crayfish." McGonagall got up and went out, washed up briefly, and went downstairs to make breakfast.

……

For the fishermen of Shell Island, this morning was a little more special than usual.

Because many people had several red prawns in the barrels in front of them, stretching their necks and looking in the direction of the island, their expressions were a little anxious and a little expectant.

"Old man, you didn't play us with that guy yesterday, did you?" The young fisherman asked, looking at the old fisherman Tucker, with two dark circles under his eyes and clutching a large net bag full of crayfish, numbering more than fifty.

"It's the first time I've seen that adult, what am I going to do with you, I still think he can come today, and I can give him these crayfish." The barrel in front of Tucker also contained a dozen crayfish, and he didn't have a good airway.