The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 168 The end of the game
"I don't think you would do such an unpleasant thing, would you?"

Chef No. [-] looked at the rice spoon snake in front of himself and the referee, and the smile on his face suddenly couldn't hold back.

He wondered if Dior would destroy other people's works in order to guarantee No.1.

"Dior...do you really want to..."

Al observed the silent Dio, and also began to panic.

"Isn't it normal to eliminate works that threaten me?"

After saying something indifferent, Dio patted the rice spoon snake on the head, and set his eyes on the hands of Al and Chef No. [-].

"Do you still want to destroy it?"

"Are you also the same as the group of people who don't understand the style?"

Al and Chef No. [-] frowned at the same time.

Now they have no means and ability to resist.

With a human body, it is impossible to defeat an elf of this level.

The rice spoon snake doesn't even need to use force, as long as it swings its tail at a normal walking speed, it can wipe out nearly an hour of hard work on both hands.

"So... it doesn't matter if you hand it over to the referee."

After saying something indifferent, Dior returned to his seat and waited for the result of the game.

At first, he thought that if he went all out, he could only be indistinguishable from the best here. After seeing the finished product, Dior realized that he was worrying too much.

How can a guy who can't even use materials accurate to the gram compare with himself (world) himself (world)?
"What do you mean?"

Although the cake was handed over to the referee as they wished, Al and the No. [-] chef felt that Dior's inexplicable self-confidence made people very uncomfortable.

Isn't it obvious that he will win 100% of the time?
"It means literally."

Picking up leftovers to feed the spoon snake, Dio rubbed the head of the snake that was bigger than himself on his face.

"Thanks for your hard work……"

"Haney!"

The rice spoon snake, which was praised by Dio, twisted its body happily, and coiled half of its body around Dio, but Dio couldn't feel any weight.

Today's rice spoon snake is very different from the one when I first saw it.

Under Dior's careful feeding, she has grown to exceed the length and thickness of the same kind, and the all-black color scheme makes her look even more terrifying.

The scales on the body are also wiped every day, so there will be no dust at night before going to bed.

The most powerful tail is also constantly coated with powder from the shedding parts of the high-grade steel elves, which makes the training effect of the iron tail so obvious.

Such an elf was in front of Al and Chef No. [-], and they didn't have any confidence.

But Dior did not choose this approach.

"Do you think my work is not as good as yours?"

These words came out of Chef No. [-]'s mouth very forcefully, but only he himself knew that his confidence was actually a little lacking.

The aroma of Dior when the cake was finished before was too strong.

"Hmph, the one who goes first usually loses!"

Al with arms folded is still the most confident one.

"Just understand it yourself."

Not paying much attention to the second chef, Dior shifted his attention to the guest seats.

His own cake was already placed in front of the three of them, and since it was time for the scoring session, all the cameras and recording equipment were serving the guest seats.

Dior could clearly see three young guests drooling there, and their voices were not low.

"This chocolate covered method..."

Seeing some familiar patterns in front of her eyes, Miwako covered her mouth in surprise, but there was a trace of memories in her eyes.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong. It is the technique of that genius eight years ago. It's just that the above is a little rusty, otherwise there would be no scent!"

"That aroma bomb defeated No.2 without any suspense."

Gently cut it with a knife, the seemingly hard shell was broken, and the knife sank deeply into the inside of the cake.

A scent that tickled the tip of the nose erupted from the place where the knife was pierced.

"Three...no...five...no, eight, more! More than ten kinds of aromas blend together like a whirlpool, and every breath can make people smell a new feeling, without any abruptness. Make any kind of smell less..."

Miwako's lips moved very quickly, and she finished speaking a long paragraph in just ten seconds, so that the whole paragraph ended before the audience could hear the last sentence clearly.

"This seems to be really... so powerful..."

The mayor, who was the first to cut off a corner, put a piece of cake still covered in chocolate crust into his mouth.

The mellow milky aroma and refreshing fruity aroma erupted in the mouth, the teeth were not forced, just gently closed, the soft cake was separated, and the taste of the mixed cream and pulp was drawn out again.

The aroma of one ring picking one ring makes it seem like it is in a huge amusement park, and there is a slow-moving sightseeing car under it. Every time it advances, there are novel performances for yourself to enjoy, and you can feel it every time you chew. to a different screen.

"This smell..."

"It's something I've never tasted in my life..."

With eyes closed, the piece of cake in his mouth had already entered his stomach, but the sweetness left in his mouth did not dissipate for a long time.

It's not the kind of sweetness that is very greasy, but a kind of light, just like the joy that my father took me out for an outing for the first time.

"Mr. Mayor, Ms. Miwako, Mr. Julu, and the works of two contestants are waiting for you three to taste."

The referee looked at the three immersed in the Dior cake and reminded them in a low voice.

Displeasure appeared on the faces of the three of them as if they had agreed in advance, but they hid the unhappiness on their faces after thinking about their identities when they came here.

"Do you know the name of this cake?"

Miwako was the first to recover and asked the referee, looking at the remaining cream on the fork with a little fascination.

"He didn't tell me."

The referee swallowed again.

Standing so close, it is even more fragrant.

"May I trouble you to ask?"

"Okay, Miss Miwako."

The referee, who listened to the boss very much, glanced at Dior's cake and walked towards Dior.

Although she was a bit reluctant, Miwako still rinsed her mouth with water for the sake of the fairness of the competition, but the faint sweetness seemed to be engraved in her mouth and could not disappear.

"How on earth did you make that kind of thing..."

I still couldn't believe it, but Chef No. [-] clearly saw the expressions of the three judges.

He thinks that he has not yet made a cake that can make people feel so memorable.

"Just do it seriously."

Glancing at Chef No. [-], Dio spoke his way.

　ps: I finally finished this paragraph.

　　The day after tomorrow, the normal update should resume. The final exams are really troublesome for a while...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)