Chapter Eighty-Three: The Jazz and the Deer

"Someone came in."

After Mebis returned to the Oleg Empire, he saw such a scene.

Under the dark crimson dusk, the glass window that was originally dark is now a yellow glitter, and the black shadow is reflected from time to time.

"Who is it?"

Alone, he didn't communicate with any other wizards, Rand was long gone, and the recipient of the mission abroad had been registered, and the mission panel should be abolished.

The young man quietly ran his magic source, step by step in front of the delicate oak plank.

Alone.

This is the echo he perceives with his mental power.

He hesitated to open it, and an unknown wizard suddenly appeared in the strange environment, and with the timid nature of the ancient orcs, it was impossible to break into the streets that were forbidden to pass by the lion king, let alone the residence of the center.

The young man held his breath and slowly pushed open the cold iron doorknob in his hand and sank into it.

The warm heat on his slightly cold cheeks was the first to hit his face, and the crackling sound of firewood reached his ears from time to time.

Hurriedly take a look.

The rectangular stove in the center of the spacious hall is piled up with dry wood, which has not been used for a long time and is dyed with blazing flames, which sets off the otherwise cold night to an extremely hot moment.

Glowing in the dark.

"Giggle..."

And a strangely low, ghostly hissing sound came from ahead.

"Kitchen?"

The fingers under the young man's hand slowly retracted, and he raised his slow steps and stared away.

Illuminated by bright alchemical illumination, a figure in a thin black shirt with long sleeves lingered in front of a large rectangular tabletop.

From the smooth dark ends of the figure's back, to the inverted triangular figure and the muscles on the back that bulged from time to time, he was probably sure that this was a man in the prime of life.

Through the tall and slender figure of the man, Mebis faintly saw the objects placed in front of the wooden table.

A giant deer body.

Huge forked antlers protruding from the skull can be identified as belonging to the category of red deer.

As if sensing the arrival of his master, the man in black stopped what he was doing, as if it was finished, and it seemed that it was because the comer had disturbed him.

He turned his neck slightly, and a crisp click was heard, and then he turned around again, allowing Mebes to see his face clearly.

"The man on the Bitter Island!"

The man who completely crushed him and did something extremely disgusting.

A handsome dark golden bangs are even more golden in the brightness, and the narrow eyes are matched with a cold face, as if the other party is so noble, like a knight with good quality and noble status.

"Hello, Mebes."

The man opened his thin, thin pale lips and leaned forward slightly to greet him.

"Mai . . . Lord Des. ”

He smacked his dry lips and replied with the same salute.

Seeing the young man's uncomfortable expression, Mads opened his lips slightly and chuckled.

Then he walked gracefully to the young man's cheek and sniffed carefully.

Mebis even smelled the scent of the other's body, as the warm air that erupted from time to time spread through his cheeks to the depths of his nose.

"Hmm.." The muscular man let out a long moan of great satisfaction, making Mebes, who was stiff and motionless, unable to understand the other party's intentions.

"It's been a huge change in such a short period of time."

A low, masculine hoarse voice came from the root of the young Bai Ze's ear, and Mads was close to his earlobe at some point, and said softly.

"It took me by surprise."

The young man, who was very uncomfortable with the tingling touch on the left side, moved quietly, and his lips shook sluggishly.

"My lord laughed."

Mads narrowed his crooked eyes, smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, and turned towards the huge deer corpse.

I saw the man raise his stout right hand and wipe it on the rough fur of the red deer, and the dark brown fur covered by the corpse suddenly disappeared, leaving only a large purple red ketone body wrapped in white fascia, like a dead and stripped beauty, lying quietly on the wooden table.

Mads felt it evenly on his body for a long time, as if he felt that the deer corpse had a certain degree of defect, and then turned into a blade with one hand, mercilessly inserted purple red, and tore out two pieces of venison of the same size and placed them on the wooden square cutting board on one side.

Mebis watched intently, after all, it was a powerful wizard who was cooking, and there must be a place for him to learn.

After splitting the two pieces of flesh that were up to standard, the man's palm, covered with viscous purple plasma, opened and suspended above the bloody corpse.

Suddenly, drops of strange red blood were peeled out by it, slowly surrounding the man like a stream, and the purple-red corpse was already as white as jade, and there was no trace of the purple color that had been red before.

The stream of blood that had been stripped out of the air slowly disappeared into the piece of flesh that had just been separated with Mads's control.

The grim man seemed to have finished cooking, and began to walk to the sink to wash his hands, leaving only the pop of his palms lapping on the water.

Mebis felt this unbelievable technique, and suddenly thought of the 'magic food' made by Philock. "It's also possible that the other party has this kind of cooking technique, and it may be a different style.

He thought silently.

Compared to the furious fire of the Red Wizard, Mads's Devil's Eater is more indirect and... It's weird, after all, from beginning to end you only see a dead deer and a stream of blood.

"When you go back to the academy, you must get to know each other well," the itchy young man thought secretly.

The man gracefully conjured a white towel to wipe the remaining water droplets from his hands, and then turned towards the young man who stood still.

"One for each of you and me."

With that, the man straightened his somewhat low-hanging collar, sat down in front of the long table with a slight smile, picked up the neatly arranged knives and forks and cut them.

With a whisper, the young man sat down at the end of the long table, his gaze just in front of him at the grim wizard.

The venison inside the white dish was dark purple, like a bloated and congested body, but it didn't seem to be difficult to swallow when you saw Maddes's extremely elegant movements and frequent sipping into his mouth.

The blade sliced down, and instead of bursting with blood as he thought, it was a jelly-like cross-section.

He first cut off a small piece the size of a finger and slipped it into the other's chewing gaze.

It doesn't smell bloody in the mouth, and it's not as tough as raw meat, so it's a very crisp texture, even better than the crispiness of roasted hazelnuts.

The source of the slightly sweet juice is actually the blood that should be rich and fishy, and it bursts out with a different flavor in the mouth.

"Venison is very good, isn't it?" Noticing Mebes' increasing frequency, the darkly blonde man laughed.

"It's delicious, my lord." The young man stopped his knife and fork and greeted the harmless man in front of him.

"Well, I'm looking forward to meeting you next, Mebes."

The man stared at him with his hands on the table, his eyes blazing, and as the words fell, they melted like candles in the heat.

The grim face turned into bright red blood, and it melted into a pool of blood from beginning to end, as if nothing should exist.

As bursts of tinnitus spread through Mebes's ears and eyes, the scene in front of him began to blur, the table, the fire, the blood...

Only these things appeared in his pupils, until they disappeared completely.

The handsome young man with a pale face slowly came back to his senses and looked at the long table where he was lying, and there was no difference.

It's just that the knives, forks and white dishes that still exist are gone, and only the scarlet sweetness in his tongue that has not yet dissipated reminds him of what happened just now.

。。。。。。。。。

"What the hell did I eat?"