Facing the white-faced invitation, Martin nodded slightly and said:

"Well done."

Although the two cookbooks, Whiteface and Blackface, did not remain silent as they had previously instructed, it was their actions that allowed Martin to successfully connect with the Dark Alchemy.

As a result, these two books helped him a lot.

Martin's mind turned slightly, and he continued to say to the white face:

"I can reward you with some 'meat'."

It's not just a "bonus", White Face and Black Face are able to taste new potion recipes from those crash tokens, which is a new growth opportunity for him.

He was eager to feed all the "meat" in the small bottle to the two cookbooks, but he was interrupted by Harris's arrival.

"Cook is so happy to have 'meat' to eat again!"

The white-faced Cook said excitedly when he heard Martin's words.

And the black face in the bookcase replied with a slightly regretful tone:

"I was tired from digesting the previous two servings of 'meat', and I could clearly feel that I couldn't taste the ultimate taste of 'meat' now."

"What kind of rest do you need, or replenish?"

Martin walked briskly over to the bookcase and said to Blackface.

When he heard Blackface's words, he hurriedly asked this question because he was worried that Blackface would fall into a deep sleep like a dead phone, and he didn't know how to wake it up and recharge it yet.

"I don't know... But I can feel... My awakening... An increase in hunger from within you. ”

Blackface's voice became more and more muffled, and his tone gradually drifted, like a twilight old man about to fall asleep.

"New hunger? Could it be that I absorbed the power of 'gluttony' from Juncker? ”

Martin now strongly suspects that Blackface is referring to the white mist he has absorbed after doing so, which represents the power of "gluttony" or "hunger".

"What if... Do you also want to... If you get the potion recipe, find a way... Will I..."

Blackface's words broke in the middle of the sentence, and Martin saw its face shrink back, and the cover of the recipe was flat again, as if nothing had ever appeared.

"It should be trying to get me to find a way to wake it up, it seems that although it is only a piece of consciousness created by the [Red Flame]'s splitting ability, it doesn't want to fall into an eternal sleep."

Martin thought silently as he looked at the regrouped title of the book.

"Cook is still there! Cook will continue to be with the great hosts! ”

On the other side of the desk, a cheerful voice came.

Martin placed the blackface recipe back up in the bookcase, blending it into the tomes to try to make it as unobtrusive as possible.

He then walked over to Cook, took out a glass bottle, scooped out a spoonful of crumbling residue, and fed it to him.

It swallows it in one gulp, the white lines of its face rhythmically retracted, and it tastes this "delicacy".

After a few "chews", Cook excitedly said:

"Cook felt it! An ancient taste! A breath of an ancient recipe! Cook is even more powerful than he was just now! ”

It continued to chew heavily, as if to bite all the muscles in the "meat" and devour all the other juices.

"This taste Cook hasn't tasted... This is not a recipe for 'salt'...... Cook couldn't understand the smell... Cook is so stupid! ”

The white face's brow furrowed, and its emotions seemed to fluctuate violently.

"Gold... It's the taste of gold! ”

"But Cook hasn't tasted gold, how would he know what it tastes like..."

"Someone once told Cook! A man! He knows what it tastes like! ”

"Who is he!"

The white face's face changed very quickly, and suddenly, its eyes widened, its voice began to tremble, and its expression became hideous.

"The hosts... Cook felt so painful. ”

"Cook didn't know who the man was, and he didn't taste the recipe for the taste."

"Cook is useless."

The lines of his face trembled violently, representing a slow but steady straightening of the lines of his eyes, and his expression gradually stiffened.

Eventually, its face vanished, and the white lines reverted to the six big words "Savage Creature Recipes."

Martin witnessed all this, and he didn't understand what Cook meant by "gold" and "man", but it was clear that it had tasted something beyond its reach, and it had fallen into a deep sleep as straight as blackface.

Martin felt a hint of unwarranted anxiety in his heart.

Because of what Cook said at the end.

"Who the hell is that man?"

A man came out of nowhere, and it had something to do with the cookbook, with those crash tokens, Martin couldn't think of.

He put the cookbook on the table into the bookcase and stuffed it into an inconspicuous corner.

In their current state, these two books should not suddenly wake up from their slumber.

"I need to absorb some more "gluttony" power and try to wake up these two cookbooks. ”

Martin has planned what he wants to do next, and to awaken these two cookbooks, he needs to find out if there is a chance for Belisarius and Juncker to show off his "cooking skills".

But he didn't leave the room next.

Instead, he closed the door of the red house again, and then jumped onto the beams.

He leaned down and crept cautiously forward along a thick beam.

He climbed to the place where the beams joined the wall, and in this corner, a box lay quietly.

[Queen's Mailbox].

After taking it to the Screaming Tent last time, Martin found the box inconvenient to carry, so he left it here before going to the Sunflower Carriage with Hines.

When the mastiff came, he realized that it was not safe under the bed, and that there was nothing else in the room that could be ignored except the beams.

He picked up the turquoise box and jumped lightly.

This box is not the original [Queen's Mailbox], but he made it in the Plantagenet Palace with the ability of Red Flame.

The activation of the two cookbooks gave him some warnings, could it be that this mailbox was not copied at that time, but split?

He remembered a completely different scene from when he left, where he had left through a multicolored wormhole and he had merged into a squirting blue light.

He was still surprised at the time, thinking that there was something wrong with the copied mailbox.

Fortunately, he managed to escape from there, but the mailbox had not moved since it reached Cavides, and he did not understand why.

Now he has a clue, which may have something to do with the activation of the mailbox.

He held the box in his left hand, pondering what to do with it.

Burn it? Or make another copy?

When he used Red Flame to copy the Savage Recipe, he found that the crazy whispers he had when he used [Twin Flames] were still there, but not as strong as before.

Using it again in such a short period of time, he wasn't sure what he would experience this time.

Besides, the box in his hand is already a product of Red Flame, will there be any other situation if it splits again?

Martin was a little distraught.

At that moment, Martin felt the mailbox in his hand tremble.

And then again.

The letterbox was shaking more and more often, and Martin's hands could barely hold it.

Just as the mailbox was about to fall to the ground, it suddenly stopped shaking, like a rope that had been pulled so tightly that it suddenly broke, and Martin felt a thrill of successfully conquering something for no apparent reason.

It feels like it doesn't come for a reason.

At the same time, he sensed that something was heating up in his pocket.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something like that.

It's a time slice.

The glasses were also shaking slightly, as if they had just been taken out of boiling water, and Martin felt the scorching breath on them.

And Martin, because of the glove, just felt warm.

"That's why... Some kind of induction? ”

As soon as he took out his pocket, the [Time Slice] gradually stopped shaking, and the temperature quickly dropped, and Martin hesitated for a moment before putting it on.

The scene before me has not changed much.

Martin looked left and right, his gaze scanning the mailbox in front of him.

Then he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Through these glasses, Martin saw a magnificent cyan light radiating through the gap in the mailbox, and the cyan light was like a substance, and even the arm holding the mailbox could not be seen by Martin.

And these, before putting on the [Time Slice], not a trace was revealed.

Martin swallowed, and driven by curiosity, he opened the lid of the mailbox.

In an instant, cyan light poured out of the mailbox like a flood, and Martin felt himself instantly overwhelmed by the light, and there was nothing else in his eyes but turquoise.

And in this turquoise light, he faintly saw a richly decorated room, where a tall girl with a high ponytail was sitting at a curved writing desk made of ebony, writing something.

Her face is deep and gorgeously dressed, the most striking thing is the high bridge of the nose and soft lips, the body is perfectly outlined by the V-shaped waistline and wide collar, and the whole body is full of the unique vitality of a girl.

Martin saw the girl put down her quill pen, took a small turquoise box from the side, and threw into it the dull yellow paper full of words.

After that, the picture gradually faded, and the cyan light slowly dissipated.

It's it again! 【Queen's Mailbox】!

Martin looked at the familiar teal mailbox and was shocked.

"Could it be that she is the owner of the mailbox, the legendary 'queen'?"

"But she's still a girl."

This young girl is completely different from the image of the queen in Martin's mind.

This comes from the stereotype of his previous life, the queen he was familiar with, but she was a silver-haired old woman with a courteous and kind smile on her face at all times.

"Dah."

A familiar crisp sound interrupted Martin's train of thought.

It's the voice of the reception that I haven't seen in a long time!

Martin suppressed his excitement and pulled out the yellow piece of paper from his mailbox.

I saw that the piece of paper reads:

"You mean, shameless, untrustworthy bastard!"