Cumin, passion fruit, fennel, star anise, cinnamon, nutmeg... The blend of 43 spices is not chaotic, but rather orderly, like a dazzling psychedelic dance.

Apart from the flavor of the spices, the lamb chops are not contaminated with the miscellaneous smell of using charcoal.

What surprised Jeanne d'Arc the most was that such a variety of spices did not suppress the flavor of the mutton itself at all, but instead took the flavor of mutton as the core, forming a spice whirlwind that swept diners into it.

The lamb is also roasted perfectly, one more second is too old, and one second less the spice flavor is not fully released. Moreover, the slightly charred shell tightly locks the juices inside, and when you bite into the skin, the tip of the tongue touches the extremely tender meat.

Wait, this smell isn't French, is it!?

The aroma was so tantalizing and disorienting that Joan of Arc had only now come to her senses, and it was clearly a mix of lamb chops marinated in Turkish style and then cooked in the style of French barbecue.

At this time, an Arabic folk song reached Joan of Arc's ears.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but listen, and when she came back to her senses, she found herself in a strange palace hall.

It is surrounded by a unique arched doorway, and the floor is a marble floor that is smooth as a mirror to see the human figure.

In the center of the main hall is a hand-woven Persian carpet, with square pillows with purple and gold rimmed to sit haphazardly on the floor.

Qian Chen, who was wearing a white robe peculiar to desert peoples and a turban wrapped around his head, was leaning on the pillow opposite Joan of Arc, looking at her with admiration in his eyes.

Joan of Arc suddenly felt a little cool on her body, and it turned out that she didn't know when, the black armor on her body had changed into an Arabic-style gauze. A white silk scarf covers half of the face, a gauze coat covers the upper body, and the lower body is a blue gauze skirt of the same material.

This is clearly the dress of a belly dancer unique to Arabia.

Just as Joan of Arc was at a loss, the Arabic music sounded again.

At this time, a figure who kept twisting his waist and dancing belly danced slowly danced out from behind the curtain.

Joan of Arc subconsciously turned her head to look at it, and was suddenly surprised that it was Zhenna.

As if she had completely let go of the prejudices in her heart, Zhenna treated Joan of Arc as a stone pillar, constantly twisting and dancing gracefully.

As Zhenna kept swaying, Joan of Arc couldn't help but get her heart moving.

What stopped her now was an inexplicable pride.

At this moment, Qian Chen, who was sitting on the top cushion, jumped up, and while dancing with Zhenna to the beat, he stretched out his hand to Joan of Arc.

The sweetheart is out of the horse, and one top twenty.

Joan of Arc only hesitated slightly, and immediately put his hand on the palm of Qian Chen's hand.

Soon she was dancing to the beat of the music.

So in the luxurious hall decorated with gold and precious stones, the three figures swayed to their heart's content.

Joan of Arc was detached from the gastronomic illusion of lamb chops, her cheeks flushed and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, as if she had run two or three hundred kilometers in one go.

She glanced at Zhenna.

Although he didn't like Zhenna's stealing cat, Joan of Arc had to admit that with Qian Chen's assistance, the two of them played a chemical reaction where one plus one was greater than two.

"How, saint..."

Juna smiled smugly.

Joan of Arc glared at her with a sneer, and directly blocked her words back.

"I'm sorry, but now you're a saint."

Zhenna was suddenly choked by her, and her face turned the color of pig liver.

Qian Chen hurriedly stood up to play a round.

"Ahem! I guess the results are out now. ”

He said and looked at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed and said with a relieved expression.

"Well, this time I lost...

“Yeah！”

Zhenna immediately raised two fingers and made a 'Y' gesture.

Then she said to Joan of Arc with a defiant expression.

"I didn't hear you clearly about who won just now."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of listening.

Qian Chen obviously saw that the green tendons on Joan of Arc's forehead were bulging, for fear that Joan of Arc would burst out, Qian Chen hurriedly gave Zhenna a hand knife and let her settle down.

Ignore Zhenna, who is holding her head. Qian Chen turned his head to look at Joan of Arc.

"Since we won the halberd, can you grant me a request?"

Facing Qian Chen, Joan of Arc's face instantly improved a lot.

"Yes, as long as it's within my means."

Then Joan of Arc rolled her eyes, and there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Of course, if you're going to ask me to marry you, I can promise you right now."

"Ahem, ahem!"

Qian Chen coughed violently, and he didn't know if he was choked or frightened.

Adjusting his mood, Qian Chen pretended that nothing had happened.

"I want you and Zhenna to work together to quell this civil war."

Joan of Arc frowned, her expression a little reluctant, but she nodded.

"Well, for your sake, I'll barely help them again this time."

Who knew that Qian Chen shook his head.

"No, I'm not asking you to simply quell the civil war, but...

Qian Chen said and told the two of them his intentions.

Jeona burst out laughing as soon as she heard this.

"I can't see it, you guy has a bad stomach!"

Joan of Arc was also smiling.

"Why didn't you say it earlier, if that's the request, I'd be happy to help you."

Qian Chen became Genghis Khan, and the most difficult part of his plan was to persuade Joan of Arc, who had a strong sense of justice and a stubborn personality.

Unexpectedly, after blackening, Joan of Arc seemed to be more active than him.

It's really a blessing for Seon to lose his horse.

Just as the three of them were about to leave the kitchen, Joan of Arc suddenly grabbed Qian Chen.

The golden pupils stared straight into his eyes.

"I'm curious to know how you were able to break free from the food fantasy world I had constructed.

I think I've built it perfectly, and I'm just replacing it with my favorite. And you did fall for it at first. ”

Qian Chen's face suddenly showed a very complicated look, and he hesitated for a moment before he slowly spoke.

"That's right, the illusion you've constructed is perfect, almost flawless.

It's a pity that through your cooking, I discovered one thing. ”

Qian Chen didn't continue, but took out a piece of 'Supreme Love', which was left over from the previous secret hiding in Avalon.

"Eat this, and you'll understand."

Joan of Arc seemed to believe Qian Chen's words, she took the cake and put it directly in her mouth...

After a long time, Joan of Arc opened her eyes and looked at Qian Chen with a complicated expression.

"I didn't expect you to be... You're such a selfish man. ”

Just when Qian Chen breathed a sigh of relief and thought that she would give up, Joan of Arc suddenly laughed.

"But then I'm relieved. In this way, our conditions are equal.

I can tell you for sure now that I'm never going to let go!

Who made me a witch? ”

Joan of Arc blinked and said playfully.