After Grace's solo dance, the hall of illusions was still there, and the guests applauded and continued their previous behaviors, such as dancing, drinking and chatting, and the noise was still perfectly white noise, not at all noisy.

It was in this context that Mangaza began his performance.

The old mage pulled off his cloak and threw it behind him, and what reappeared in front of everyone was a gentleman in a burgundy evening dress, thin and straight.

He wears a round gentleman's hat with a slightly low brim that covers his eyes. The left leg is straight, the right leg is bent at the knee and the toe touches the ground, and the whole person collapses into a line, as if the beginning of some kind of dance.

As he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, the atmosphere around him changed.

The music suddenly became restless, and behind the rhythmic and rapid drum beats was a long wind sound, deep and steady, full of emotion, as if a hoarse and heavy subwoofer sounded in the dark night, telling the debauchery of his youth.

As the sound rises and falls, the dancer also moves, his movements are slow at first, but with the high movement of the music, the movement is also full of power, the amplitude is getting larger and larger, the seemingly simple shaking of the hand and twisting the waist, it seems that every pause is stuck in the rhythm of the music, and stops instantly.

Gradually, the surrounding guests were also brought together, and the noise gradually subsided, and everyone involuntarily began to writhe their bodies with the mangaza.

Everyone gathered in a circle, and in the center was the mangaza with a mesmerized expression, and the people around him also integrated themselves into the music, swaying along with the rhythm, and the atmosphere of the whole venue became hot together.

Even the people sitting in the stands felt a force surging in their bodies, as if they couldn't control their hands and feet, and they were about to jump up and twist together in the next second.

The music finally stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed it, cleanly, and everyone's movements just stepped on the last note to finish, followed by thunderous applause.

Every guest stepped forward to shake and hug Mangaza, patted him on the shoulder, and praised him.

Grace knew she had lost without looking, and she was convinced.

Dance has always been paired with music, and its simple purpose is to make the music more tense, so that the viewer can feel the core of the music from the movements. At this point, she is not as good as the old man, the audience just casts appreciative eyes on her, and there is not much resonance in her heart.

"As you can see." The old man was also sweating, and he breathed a sigh of relief and put away his hat and gown.

"It's been a long time since I've had this fun."

"Very good dancing." Grace said, "I have no objection to this result. ”

Mangaza nodded, "That's a pity, Miss Grace. ”

With a slight wave of his hand, Grace was sent to the stands with a gentle force, and the guests and band disappeared with him.

"Then it's your turn, Mr. Uno."

……

In the stands, Eric frowned.

He thought that the so-called "trial of courage" was enough to show courage, but he didn't expect it to be so strict......

Is there anything in Uno that can compare to Mangaza?

In front of a legendary arcanist, he felt that Unno couldn't even be heavier than anyone else, after all, the other party was someone who could even modify gravity......

……

"Choose your proposition, Mr. Uno." Mangaza said, the mixed-race hipster standing in front of him was still stuck in the dance just now, unable to extricate himself, his breathing was short, his eyes were shining, and he had a tendency to jump up and dance if he was not paying attention.

"Huh? Oh...... It's my turn. Uno came back to his senses, picked his face, and said a little embarrassed: "If I win, can you teach me that dance just now?" Just twist the ass ......"

He also made a few moves, but his skills were not in place, and he almost flashed his waist.

"No problem." The mage smiled.

That being said, the old mage didn't think that Uno could outdo him. Even if it is cooking, he is not afraid of the other party at all, as a mage, he can completely reproduce every movement of the other party, every second is not bad.

"Then let's make ketchup and let him be the referee." Uno pointed to Shans, and said simply.

Mangaza was stunned.

Shansi was also stunned.

The others in the stands were equally stunned.

They seemed to be reminded of the first day of entering the windy firmament, when they first saw Mangaza, the old man's white apron smeared with ketchup, and later the cedar who drank ketchup instead of water flour in the restaurant......

They really didn't expect Uno to be waiting for each other here.

Mangaza quickly came back to his senses, and he was still full of confidence, which was no different from cooking.

"Very well, then it's up to you to start."

The mage waved his hand, and kitchen utensils and materials appeared in front of the two of them.

"Oh."

……

Although Mangaza seems to mean that the two of them are in order, he actually did it when Uno began to peel the tomatoes, and the action was almost exactly the same as Uno's.

Five minutes later, both of them finished harvesting the juice at the same time. The red gelatinous liquid in the pot was as hot as magma, and Uno wiped his hands and sprinkled some chopped dill on top, and a wonderful smell came to his face.

Shansi came to the middle of the field, staring at the two pots of ketchup with almost no difference in appearance, and there was a feeling that happiness had come too suddenly.

He stretched out his fingers, dipped some of the mangaza in it, put it in his mouth and sucked it, then looked satisfied.

"Piper, this is the best ketchup you've ever made."

Shans smacked his mouth and sighed, then looked at Uno.

The latter doesn't care at all about winning or losing, or he is sure of the outcome.

The mixed-race hipster is not as calm as usual at this moment, as if he has great confidence.

Shans didn't have a nose on his face, but that didn't stop him from leaning closer to the steaming pot to feel the aroma.

"I feel like I can already predict the outcome......"

He muttered as he picked up the pot and poured it all down.

Then he hiccuped - don't care why the skeleton makes the sound that way.

"It's horrible...... This taste. Shans reveled, looking at Mangaza. Piper, I think you know the results. ”

The old mage shrugged, knowing his defeat was a foregone conclusion.

However, he was curious about why he lost, and he obviously copied the other party's operation perfectly in every step. As an inquisitive scholar, he posed the question to Uno, who had no stalf of a legendary mage.

Uno scratched his head, "Uncle Ricky said that there are no two exactly the same grilled fish in the world, and I think tomatoes should be the same, so your process of copying me is not necessarily the best, the most suitable way to cook tomatoes themselves is the most suitable, this is what Nomi told me." ”

Mangaza felt the truth and seriously bent down to thank him.

……

In the stands, all eyes were on Ricky. The Tallinn man twitched unnaturally.

"He was still young that year, and it wasn't enough to eat a grilled fish, so I said something like that, meaning that the next one may not taste like this, I didn't expect him to remember it so firmly......"

Only then did everyone suddenly come to their senses, and they cast disdainful glances at him again.