Involuntarily, the saliva in Qin Ran's mouth began to secrete faster, and his eyes looked in the direction where the fragrance was wafting from, which was also the direction in which they were heading.

"Smell it, right?"

"The reason why Smith put the research lab in this marginal position, in addition to his own dislike of noise, is more because of his research."

"It smells so good that I can't help but want to rush into his lab every time to see what it is."

"It's a pity ......"

Edberg shook his head and sighed as he drove.

There is no doubt that Edberg did not succeed once.

But Qin Ran didn't care whether the other party was successful or not, his attention was already attracted by the fragrance.

The aroma of fruits and vegetables is a faint but real aroma of meat fat when it meets flames.

"Fruit and barbecue?"

Qin Ran thought silently in his heart.

"You're going to get along with Smith."

"After all, both of you are such taciturn guys."

Seeing that Qin Ran didn't mean anything to speak, Edberg couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and speed up the car.

The fact that he was a free driver, coupled with six months' salary to pay, made Edberg feel a little melancholy.

If he could, he really didn't want to see Qin Ran again.

Subconsciously, Edberg took out his pipe again.

However, it did not ignite.

It was not lit until the door of Professor Smith's lab.

"Here we are."

Edberg said as he pushed open the car door and got out of the car, walking towards the iron fence gate.

Through the iron fence, Qin Ran could clearly see the large planting land inside the door, with both conventional vegetables and grains, as well as things he didn't recognize, and in the center of the field was a two-story house made entirely of wood, and in front of the door was a huge dog.

Moreover, the momentum is extremely amazing.

Crawling there, like a tiger.

Just as Qin Ran couldn't distinguish those crops that he didn't recognize, he didn't recognize this obviously specially bred dog.

"Hey, Boulder, is Smith awake?"

Edberg greeted the large, fierce canine.

However, the large dog ignored Edberg and kept looking at Qin Ran.

There was a deep wariness and a hint of fear in those eyes.

After about ten seconds, the large dog named Boulder came over and opened the iron fence from the inside, but the whole process was still extremely wary of Qin Ran.

"Beastly intuition?"

Qin Ran said secretly.

Although he tried his best to restrain his breath, to ordinary people, he looked like an ordinary person, but in the eyes of animals, it was different.

Especially this specially cultivated animal.

"You're really a big problem, even Boulder found out."

"Don't worry, Boulder, he's here to borrow Smith's advanced receiver, and then, he'll leave with me."

After Edberg smiled at Qin Ran, he said to Boulder.

It seemed that such an explanation really worked, or maybe Qin Ran had been in a state of restraint, Boulder shook his body, shook his tail, and walked back to the wooden house again, crawling in his original position.

"Come on."

Edberg gestured to the hut with his chin, and walked cautiously on the sidewalks between the fields, for fear of trampling on the sprouted crops in the fields on either side.

Qin Ran followed behind, his eyes looking at the wooden house.

He could clearly tell that the scent was coming from the wooden house.

"Are the crops out there a cover?"

Qin Ran guessed.

Teorit is magical, with so many unimaginable delicacies, but the dangers are also obvious.

As an aborigine, Smith naturally had to be on guard.

It's like this big dog named Boulder.

When passing by the other party's side, Qin Ran glanced down at the other party again, but in exchange for the other party's very unfriendly baring teeth and low shouting.

Qin Ran wisely quickened his pace.

At times like these, he doesn't want to be extraneous.

The door to the cabin was pushed open by Edberg, who shouted in a loud voice.

"Smith, Smith."

Crunchy.

With the groaning of the wooden floor, a figure slowly walked down.

It's not tall, it's standard, but it's extremely strong, and when you come down from the upper floor, it's like a wall approaching.

Loose overalls and sackcloth shirts were worn on each other's bodies, and they were taut tightly.

But what attracted Qin Ran's attention more was the image of the other party.

Bald, one-eyed, lame.

Holding a cane in one hand and a huge cowhide pot in the other, from the smell coming from the pot, Qin Ran could be sure that it was a high degree of wine, and judging from the sound that sounded, only about half of the wine in the cowhide pot was left.

Edberg's brow furrowed.

"You're drinking again in the morning."

"Forget it, it's 2567."

"The chief of this year's freshmen, he needs to use your advanced receiver, and I will pay for it."

After Eddberg pursed his lips helplessly, he introduced Qin Ran, but Smith didn't care at all, and didn't even look at Qin Ran.

"Pay first."

Smith's voice was hoarse and slightly vague.

I don't know if it's congenital or because of alcohol.

Edberg pulled out a brown paper bag and handed it over, but Smith didn't look at it, just threw it on the couch on the side.

"Follow me."

Smith turned around and walked towards the interior of the first floor, and after passing through the narrow corridor and pushing open the door at the end, an extremely strange chair appeared in front of Qin Ran.

It was a chair made entirely of stone, and the back and armrests of the chair were covered with green vines, and even after treatment, it looked as if it had been dug out of the ruins.

"Lost?"

Qin Ran thought of something.

"Sit down and hold the Legacy Crystal in your hand."

Smith said.

Qin Ran didn't immediately follow his words, he checked around the chair under Smith's impatient gaze, and only after confirming that there was no danger did he sit down.

"The whole process lasts about one to three hours, and there will be pain."

As he spoke, Smith twisted the flask open, dripping the liquid from the jug onto the floor of the room.

Syllable!

When the wine fell on the wooden floor, Qin Ran could keenly sense that an inexplicable aura appeared, but before he could look carefully, his eyes were replaced by a series of pictures.

It wasn't an unfamiliar picture, on the roof of the building last night, the phantom had hidden a similar picture to him.

But the picture you see at this moment is more detailed and realistic.

It's like your own experience.

But Qin Ran, who has a strong spiritual attribute, clearly understands that this is fake.

It was as if he was watching a movie, and he once again witnessed the life of that 'chef'.

And then......

……

After a drop of wine, Smith closed the door and Edberg returned to the living room, standing his cane aside and Smith sitting down on the couch.

"How?"

Edberg sat down unceremoniously in his chair, and then he asked.

Smith looked up, looked at Edberg with cloudy eyes, and without replying, he twisted the flask again and took several sips.

Knock, knock.

A strange flush appeared on Smith's face, he carried the flask, leaned back on the sofa, turned his head to look at the morning sun outside the door, and after muttering a few times, he just hugged the flask and curled up in the sofa.

But immediately, Smith rolled over and sat up, looking into the room at the end of the hallway.

There, a scorching breath suddenly appeared, and it tumbled endlessly, as if a monster composed entirely of magma was roaring.

The temperature inside the wooden house rises rapidly.

Soon, the already dry wood is about to enter the critical point of ignition.

Smith twisted the flask again, and another drop of liquor dripped down.

Suddenly, the temperature of the entire house returned to its original level.

Everything is the same as it was original.

However, Smith has become different.

His originally cloudy eyes flashed with a sharp essence, like a long knife that had slashed through the thick mist, making people dare not look at each other, and their scalps were numb.

"Whose inheritance crystal is he holding?"

Smith asked.

"The piece in the legendary E-Zone cafeteria."

Edberg crossed his shoulders and looked at Smith with a smile on his face.

He was looking forward to seeing what was next.

"'Flame Demon'?"

Smith frowned.

"That's a misconception in the world, he's a truly amazing chef, and I prefer to call him 'Flame Redemption'!"

Edberg said with a serious face.

"Redemption?"

"It is never better to pray for the salvation of others than to save yourself!"

Smith sneered, then leaned back into the couch again.

"How?"

Looking at Smith's appearance, Edberg asked again.

And this time, Smith was not silent, he glanced at the room at the end of the corridor, and said slowly: "General." ”

"Just average?"

Edberg asked dissatisfied.

In his opinion, Qin Ran was good enough!

In this session...... No, among the freshmen in the past ten years, Qin Ran is the best!

Not only strength, but also brains, and calm attitude, are far beyond this age, and even some elite teachers cannot be compared.

"Well, just average."

Smith nodded earnestly.

"Then he doesn't have a chance?"

Looking at the serious Smith, Edberg asked without giving up.

"Nope."

Smith said, curled up on the couch again.

Edberg looked at Smith's appearance, subconsciously glared, and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, the head chef gave up.

Alas!

He sighed, leaned back in his chair and stopped talking.

Minutes and seconds passed.

An hour passed quickly.

However, there was not the slightest movement in the room at the end of the hallway.

Two hours.

Three hours.

When Smith informed Qin Ran that the maximum time limit had arrived, Edberg immediately stood up from his chair.

"What happened?"

"Isn't it a maximum of three hours?"

Edberg asked.

There was concern in his voice.

Whether it was Qin Ran's qualifications or being the head chef of Teorit, Edberg didn't want Qin Ran to have any accidents.

In particular, Qin Ran was brought to Smith by him.

"Good thing."

"The more time passes, the better he fits into that legacy crystal."

"I take back my words."

"He's not ordinary, he's good."

Smith sat up again, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he looked to the end of the hallway.

"Then does he have a chance to ......?"

"Nope!"

Edberg's comment made Edberg happy, and he wanted to bring it up again, but Smith unceremoniously interrupted him.

Pursing the corners of his lips, Edberg stopped talking.

He waited quietly.

Then, the fourth hour passed, and so did the fifth.

Soon, from sunrise to sunset, the afterglow of the evening shone into the cabin, and Edberg's figure was stretched out, his serious face tinged with concern.

And Smith didn't lie back on the couch again.

There was surprise in his eyes that he had never seen before.

It's been ten hours!

It was a time of inheritance that he had never heard of.

Even the most talented person is only four hours!

It's more than twice as long now, and it's still ......

"Are you sure that the Legacy Crystal is broken?"

Smith asked.

"I'm sure!"

"I'm not as professional as you, but I can confirm that."

Edberg affirmed.

"If that's the case......"

"Will you have a chance?"

Edberg turned his head to look at Smith expectantly, but Smith still shook his head.

"Nope!"

Smith affirmed.

"Why?"

"With such an excellent heir, you don't want to ask for it?"

"Do you really intend to dwell in the past until you die?"

Edberg asked, his voice almost growling.

You don't have a good heir, I'm going to find it for you.

I found it, but you still say no?

This feeling of powerlessness made Eddberg, who had always been patient, completely explode, and he grabbed Smith by the collar and lifted him from the sofa.

Woo, woo.

Before Edberg could do anything, though, a low roar came from behind him.

The cold killing intent was mixed with the most direct hunger, like a bucket of ice water poured on his head, making Edberg stand still.

"Boulder."

Smith reprimanded, and immediately, in a squeamish and flattering snort, the killing intent disappeared.

Whew, swoop.

Edberg let go of Smith, and the whole person sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

"I'm sorry."

"If I could, I would also like such a good heir."

"But ......"

"He's so good."

Smith said.

"Too good?"

"What do you mean?"

Edberg asked, puzzled.

Smith glanced apologetically at Edberg, but said nothing.

Or rather......

He, can't say!

After twisting the flask and taking a sip, Smith leaned back on the couch and looked up at the dark night sky outside the window, staring at the bright stars, the coldness in his eyes flickered, and when his eyes were replaced by cloudiness again, there was a sound in the room at the end of the hallway.

Bell, bell!

The old clock in the house rang continuously.

The hour hand completes a complete circular motion.

Exactly, twelve hours.

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