"It doesn't matter if the store is big, if there are many customers, if the owner is strange or not. Judging from the color and aroma of the food alone, it seems to be delicious, so it should be worth trying. Looking at the small clay pot in front of him, he first commented silently in his heart for this pot of "exquisite strings of incense".

Because it was hot when it came up, after a period of heating in the magic binding area, the soup in the pot has begun to boil now.

"Let's reduce the heat a little bit. When the Pope saw that the soup in the pot was already boiling, he pushed a small protrusion in his hand to the side. After he finished pushing, he was surprised to find that three of the six magic power supply circuits in the mana binding area in front of the Pope had been darkened, and they should have been closed. Without the magic power supply of the three circuits, the heat generated in the restraint zone suddenly dropped, and the soup was no longer boiling as it was just now.

"Wow, what a wonderful invention, you can actually fine-tune the magic power supply of the magic array! As a technical demon, only a god with such creativity is worthy of his worship!

"I told you, he's a very good guy, almost as good as me. The Pope said, helping the two of them cool down the temperature of their magical bindings.

"Almost as powerful as you, I think I'm afraid it's not the one weaker than you, it should be almost the same as the one who is stronger than you. Glow studied the magic circuits and said, "At least as far as I know, you can only use big moves, and you will never be able to do such a small magic design." ”

The Pope's mouth twitched and asked, "Can you not be so smart?"

Regarding "almost as powerful" or "almost as handsome" and other sentences related to almost the same, many people have misunderstandings, and will think that almost the same, which means inferior. But in fact, "almost the same" may also represent stronger. After all, it's almost just a virtual finger, a little stronger or a little weaker, left or right, can be called almost. That's how the Pope misled Dark, but Dark was too cunning and shrewd to be fooled. This hurt the Pope very much, and his little trick to promote his tall image did not succeed.

"Hmph, I knew that the shopkeeper was definitely an unborn hermit, and maybe it had existed since ancient times. It's only people like you who hide the fact that others are better than you. Alas, it's no wonder that your strength can't go up. How can you grow up if you are so jealous and not diligent enough?" said with a look of a person who had come from the past.

"He's just a little better than me!" the Pope argued.

"This so-called 'one point' should be someone who can pinch ten of you with one hand, right?" glanced at him.

"Eat, eat. The pope said he didn't want to discuss the issue anymore.

He shrugged his shoulders and took out a skewer of meat from the crockpot and ate it, the three of them all had different things in the pot. The dark broth is served with pure meat skewers, the Pope's broth is served with half meat skewers and vegetarian skewers, and Sylvia's is mountain mushroom soup with vegan skewers. It can be seen from this combination that the store owner is very attentive and has made different adjustments for each person.

If you give the elves meat skewers, they will die.

"Well, it's good, it tastes good, it's spicy and fragrant!" just took the first bite, and he gave a thumbs up to this pot of exquisite skewers. After eating this bite, the umami is thick, and there is a hint of sweetness in it. The skewers are cooked soft and tender, and the mouth is soft and smooth, making them a superb dish.

"I'll just say, the string of incense must be the best snack in our holy city! You still don't believe it, but now you believe it, right?" the Pope looked up haughtily, which was enough to make him pull back a plate.

The only thing he is unhappy about now is why the country is full of meat skewers, but he still has half of the vegetarian skewers here - he also likes to eat meat!

"Delicious, delicious......" Sylvia's face was buried in the pot.

"It tastes really good, much better than the only thing I can do, the cookie-cutter grill. Glow happily admitted that he had looked away. In his opinion, what is delicious is what is delicious, and if he is wrong, he will definitely not admit it like someone.

Everyone knows who this "someone" here refers to.

"Actually, the barbecue you make is not exactly the same. For example, if you make a salt-and-pepper barbecue, honey barbecue, black pepper barbecue, weird barbecue, juice barbecue, etc., etc., there are quite a lot of them. I haven't eaten it, but it looks delicious when you smell it. Sylvia said suddenly, looking up from the pot.

"Yo he, now the husband and wife will start singing. Actually, I sometimes feel really sad for the two of you, one is a shadow demon, the other is an elf, and it's a forbidden love together. The Pope said with a helpless look.

"You old immortal don't speak, no one treats you dumb," he glared at him, "I don't bother you about what the two of us want." ”

"Hmph, death is a shame. ”

It didn't take long for the shopkeeper to come out with the two small baskets where the pot could be placed. The four little ones were already sitting in their places, their eyes full of anticipation. The little boy called the slug smelled the fragrance and swallowed greedily.

"Oh, little devils, it's delicious! It's a good time for you to come today, and not only are you happy, but I'm also very happy. The shopkeeper took the pot down, patted each child on the head, and said, "I think we should have a good heart, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Boss!" said the four children in unison.

Listening to the shopkeeper's words, the Pope's face became even greener, and he looked at him suspiciously, and said in his heart: "What's wrong with this old immortal?

It didn't take long for Dark to know why Cyril Victor's face was so green.

The strings of incense are so delicious that at the end of the meal, everyone almost licks the pot.

The shopkeeper lay in the chaise longue by the fire, the crackling wood in the stove giving off a warm glow. The boss flipped through an ancient book in his hand, as serene as a monk, if it weren't for the face hidden under the black mist, I am afraid that someone would have thought of him as a famous sage.

"The boss checks out, please find Victor to collect the money," said Dark.

The shopkeeper looked up, he put down the yellowed pages of the ancient book in his hand, got up from the chaise longue, and paced slowly.

"One thousand per person, seven thousand gold coins, thank you. The shopkeeper's voice was still so magnetic.

"Seven thousand, but there are only three of us here!Boss, did you miscalculate?" Sylvia was stunned, one thousand for one person, three people should be three thousand gold coins, right?

Three thousand gold coins is already very expensive.

The shopkeeper pointed to the four little ones who were eating hotly and said, "What about the four little ghosts? Do you want me to take care of the four lovely children and ask for this huge amount of money?"

"He's right, he really has to take those four little devils with him," the Pope viciously took out a golden ticket and slapped it on the table, "You yourself know that this is a huge amount of money!"

"Anyway, they're all so acquainted, and I haven't cheated you once or twice, and you don't mind if I'm pranking you more times, right?" ”

The Pope sighed faintly and said to the dark, "Now you know why I don't want to see the four of them. ”