Green Monster Epic

Chapter 970: Self-Reflection

After days of effort, just at the final moment when success was within sight, everything turned to nothing. Allen felt an unspeakable regret and shame in his heart, and couldn't help but stare fiercely at the culprit who was transforming into a giant dragon, opening its bloody mouth, and constantly devouring the air.

"My delicacies! !"

Figglas didn't have time to pay attention to Allen's resentful gaze. At this moment, it was scavenging the sky for even the slightest bit of leftovers, even though they had been blown away and dissipated, and was wailing in agony.

The failure of this dish and the waste of so many ingredients all meant money! How could a dragon who regarded money as its life not feel distressed!

Seeing the giant dragon in such a state, the flames of anger in Allen's heart subsided a little. Then, with a sway of his body, he went straight for the stew pot that had been blown hundreds of meters into the sky and was now in free fall, finally finding it before it crashed down the mountain.

After returning to the top of the mountain, Allen sat down on the ravaged ground, which had been flattened by several feet, and closed his eyes to recuperate. His body was not only exhausted, but he had also suffered some hidden injuries from the explosion after the failure of the soup dish.

This failure pained Allen somewhat. It was clear that he was only half a step away from success. Who would have thought that Figglas's dragon breath, running out of steam and causing a slight change in the flame temperature, could cause changes inside the cooked dish, leading to a chain reaction!

However, after Allen calmed down and carefully reflected on the entire cooking process, he had to admit that this failure could not be entirely blamed on Figglas.

After all, the requirements for flame temperature during the cooking process, the characteristics of the ingredients themselves, and so on, should have been considered by Allen, the main force in cooking, and should not have been adjusted temporarily during the cooking process, seeking external help.

Not all magic chefs could be like Allen, possessing absolute strength and powerful helpers. Even their own mental strength might not be that strong, so they could not possibly have Allen's control when dealing with intangible natural energy as ingredients.

Therefore, if these magic chefs wanted to make a breakthrough in the future and cook master-level magic dishes, they would have to prepare everything in advance and avoid other accidents as much as possible during the cooking process.

For example, the most important energy source for cooking dishes, whether it was chilled raw stew or fried, deep-fried, stir-fried, or braised, should have a professional and stable stove, like a blacksmith forging iron, with a blower and catalysts to increase the temperature, instead of taking materials on the spot like Allen and using this unstable lava fire.

At the critical moment of cooking just now, after the elements escaping from the ingredients resonated, the abundant fire element contained in the volcanic lava was attracted and extracted from the lava, merging into the fire cloud in the sky, which caused the temperature of the lava fire to drop sharply, failing to meet the temperature requirements for cooking the ingredients. This forced Allen to seek Figglas's help.

Allen should have thought of this in the first place, but because of his own negligence, he only discovered this problem at the critical moment of cooking, and the final result was already in front of him. Allen had to accept the result of failure.

"What a pity!"

Figglas looked distressed, its huge dragon tongue constantly licking the air where the remnants of the dish used to be: "It's all my fault, I couldn't help myself and caused your cooking to fail! !"

"But it doesn't matter, we were only one step away from success this time, and there are still so many ingredients, we can definitely do it! !"

Allen opened his eyes, looked up, and gave Figglas a comforting smile: "This failure is not your fault, it's my own problem."

"Give me some time to summarize the experience, don't bother me these few days."

"Okay! Okay! !"

Figglas felt Allen's serious tone and nodded repeatedly, then obediently transformed into a hobgoblin and flew down the mountain.

After Figglas left, Allen closed his eyes again and recalled all the steps of the previous cooking in his mind.

After he felt that he had almost figured out the problem of the last failure, Allen picked up the pile of ingredients on the ground one by one and began to rethink the previous vague plan.

This time, Allen was more careful and serious. Even with the blessing of the God of Cookery's domain, which allowed him to easily control the characteristics of the ingredients and processing methods, he patiently held the ingredients in his hand, imagining the situation of processing them in his mind and deducing the possible problems.

Several more days passed. During this time, Figglas came twice, but when he saw that Allen was still thinking with his eyes closed, he didn't dare to disturb him.

When Figglas sensed the aura of magic appearing on the top of the mountain again and rushed over, he saw that Allen was building a very regular stove on the edge of the lava. At the same time, there were many smokeless coal, coke, coal tar, and other fuels and combustion aids beside the stove, as well as a blower and other objects that Allen had built from local materials.

Even when cooking in the tribe, Allen had never prepared so fully. Obviously, he had made full preparations for this cooking.

"Last time I was distracted, this time if your cooking fire is really not enough, I will definitely be able to build a stable fire field! !"

Seeing Allen twitching the blower, igniting the coal and tar in the stove, and generating a roaring fire, Figglas also wanted to do his part and quickly stepped forward to say to Allen.

"No need, I can't call you every time I cook in the future, can I?"

"I have to rely on my own strength and means to cook master-level dishes, that's true success! !"

Allen didn't look back, but replied in a deep voice, rejecting Figglas's kindness: "But don't worry, this time I have taken out twelve points of seriousness. After the last failure, I am more confident this time! !"

"Okay, call me if you need my help!"

Seeing this, Figglas didn't force it anymore, just told Allen a word, and then stood aside obediently watching him start cooking.

"Yeah!"

Allen only responded with one word, then put all his energy on the ingredients in front of him.

Soon, the top of the mountain, which had suffered so much, began to experience waves again. The wind and clouds surged, and the magic power rippled. Sometimes there was thunder on the ground, and sometimes the sky was burning, which was very lively.

Several days later, a red light suddenly flashed on the top of the mountain. In a shocking explosion, two figures, one large and one small, were blasted into the sky, and then covered by a cloud of gray-brown smoke.

When the smoke cleared, Allen and the giant dragon's gray figures reappeared. Where was the trace of the stove they had built with their own hands on the volcano?

"Alas, it failed again! !"