Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Which trainee chef would take the initiative to introduce himself after meeting his master? Mo Xie looked at Bellion steadily without saying anything.

He didn't know what his original self's personality was like, or how he would react in this situation. Since he really had no memories, he might as well follow his heart.

"As you can see, I'm hungry," Moshe said sincerely.

Bellion looked calm, not surprised at all. "I left a midnight snack for you, please come over here." After saying that, he rolled up the curtain and hung it on the hook, then made way for him and made an invitation.

I don't know what switch he pulled, but a soft light appeared out of nowhere above his head, illuminating the small area near the dining table.

The movement trajectory of the fluid in the air changed slightly. Even with this ordinary person's body, Mo Xie could not forget this feeling.

magic.

And it is extremely pure magic.

Not only is the concentration high and the activity strong, but the distribution is also very stable.

Obviously, this young man who claimed to be an intern chef had received systematic training in magic control and was very likely a magician of the Rising Star level or above.

Without the spiritual world, Mo Xie, who had temporarily lost his magic power, could only perceive to this extent.

Not surprisingly, everything was ready. The chair was pulled to the right position, facing the neatly arranged tableware and diamond-shaped tablecloth. Behind was the cooking table, with unknown kitchen utensils on the table, and the rich aroma of food was constantly overflowing from it.

After Mo Xie sat down, in just a moment's time, Bellion brought him delicious dishes in the order of appetizers, main dishes, staple dishes, and side dishes.

After doing all this, Bellion placed his right palm on his left chest and bowed slightly, "Please enjoy. I hope it suits your taste." Then he stepped aside and stood quietly, his eyes elsewhere.

Round plates, knives and forks, and Western-style tableware, Mo Xie had used them many times when he was on missions in his previous life, and he had already memorized the simple rules by heart.

First, tie the napkin and smooth it until it fits the front. Hold the knife in your right hand and place your index finger on the handle to facilitate cutting food. Hold the fork in your left hand and be responsible for putting the food into your mouth. The knife should push the food onto the back of the fork, and then push it again after you finish a bite, and repeat this cycle.

——Tick, tick.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was very quiet. The sound of shallow breathing was almost inaudible, and time passed along with the crisp sound of knife and fork hitting plate.

Even in the food capital of "Foodday Banna", Moshe has never tasted such food. It's like the ingredients are broken into molecules and then recombined to cook, with rich taste and distinct layers.

The vegetables retain moisture to the greatest extent, and all hard fibers are removed, just like dew kissed by the morning sun, sweet and refreshing. The salty and rich sauce fills every texture of the steak, squeezes and collides between the lips and teeth, bursting out the purest meaty aroma. The staple food is a golden rectangular bread, which is crispy on the outside and less crumbly, and soft like cotton on the inside. Take a bite, the light milky aroma neutralizes the sticky sauce, and there is no astringency when chewing.

In the Victorian era, when wars were frequent and the situation was turbulent, this midnight snack was as sumptuous as a full meal for a regimental commander.

"Sir, the black milk is ready. Would you like to bring it over now?" Bellion asked as he lowered his head to see the plate empty.

Mo Xie nodded slightly, following his figure with his peripheral vision. He looked like a young man in his twenties, but he had superb cooking skills. Not only was he limited to the technical level, he also brought spiritual pleasure while giving sensory pleasure.

He can indeed be called a magician.

Bellion came over with a small tray and Moshe took it.

The gray drink in the exquisitely crafted glass exudes a rich aroma. It soothes the tired taste buds as soon as you take a sip. It is as pure as the original juice without any impurities.

Black milk is not produced from black cows, but milk with black beans and black sesame seeds added. Such a good thing was also rare in the previous life.

Most of the livestock were slaughtered by the Magic Kingdom in the name of sacrifice. The offerings were not limited to the creator god they worshipped the most, but also those unknown gods who appeared out of nowhere.

The purpose of offering sacrifices to gods is simple, to gain protection and accumulate power, and the two complement each other. However, in the magic world, for high-ranking magicians, creating "gods" is a piece of cake.

As a result, sheep and cows became livestock that could only be raised by people in high positions of power. Their sale was strictly restricted, and those who violated the regulations would even be charged with "poaching."

As for black beans and black sesame seeds, each country, city, and alliance has special agricultural bases, and the output is relatively stable.

The Magic Kingdom is an exception.

All citizens are magicians, and agriculture is mainly supported by wood magic, supplemented by mechanical equipment. Increment, replication, and growth magic need to be cast in conjunction with potions, and potions are made from a variety of materials, some common and some rare, so the number of times they can be used is limited.

Where there is demand, there must be supply. In order to fill the shortage of agricultural products in the market, Victoria tried various methods, including occupation and plunder, and finally announced the "Land Reform Regulations" in the name of the king.

Public green land was transformed and replaced with magic tools that can purify the air. The land of the mages in charge of farming was expropriated, which was actually forced in exchange for meager compensation. They dared to be angry but dared not speak out, but they could not give up everything they had and leave.

Because they are magicians who symbolize "evil" and "war".

The funny thing is that shortly before the Liberator Alliance conquered the Magic Kingdom, at least half of the fruits and vegetables eaten by their citizens were imported from other countries. Of course, this did not include the Liberator Alliance.

Mo Xie's eyes darkened and he gently put down the cup.

Unconsciously, I recalled the extremely unlucky things that crazy woman had done.

and many more.

Victoria...

As this name was called out in my heart, a hazy figure flashed through my mind.

Mo Xie stared at his slightly trembling index finger and suddenly realized something strange.

He could not forget his enemy's fiery red hair, strange-colored eyes, and crazy laughter, but he forgot the face of his enemy, which should have impressed him the most.

But the more he thought about it, the more blurred Victoria's face became. Only her bright red lips, raised in a contemptuous arc, remained.

Too many questions and unknowns flooded his mind, and he could only temporarily attribute the abnormality to the sequelae of the failure to activate his supernatural power.

The midnight snack was small in quantity and beautifully presented. There was only one bowl of soup left on the table, the soup was clear and the ingredients were simple.

Because of muscle soreness and red and swollen palms, Moshe occasionally couldn't help shaking when holding the spoon. The small meatballs fell back into the bowl, splashing the light red soup, which spread on the napkin and cuffs and wet his fingers.

Bellion, who was standing behind Moshe, kindly handed over a handkerchief. It was simple and plain, and faintly exuded the scent of mint.

Just as he was about to take it, the other party said "Excuse me" and gently held his hand, carefully wiping the soup from between his fingers with a caressing force.

Mo Xie's eyelids twitched, and he controlled his arm that was trying to pull out. In fact, he didn't feel panicked. In his previous life, Jason had done everything for him personally.

The cleaning technique only touched his body, causing an indescribable itchy pain, accompanied by tiny streams of heat, scratching his skin like neatly arranged short thorns.

In the past, high-ranking magicians rarely cast the Cleansing spell themselves. They preferred to use intermediate and advanced spells such as "Return" and "Renewal". Mo Xie rarely saw this, so he became interested and observed quietly.

Baileyon's hand looked well-maintained, with slender fingers and smooth skin, like a flawless jade. However, his palm was burning hot, but his fingertips were cold and had a few rough calluses.

After wiping it clean along the texture, Bellion turned his wrist, slightly lifted his hand and looked at it for a moment before putting it down.

"thanks for treatment."

Mo Xie stood up by holding the armrest of the chair and tried to turn his stiff wrist. The disappearance of hunger made his mind clearer, and even the drowsiness that should have occurred after a full meal disappeared without a trace. I just don't know how the original body usually takes care of himself. His stomach churns intermittently, accompanied by bursts of cramps.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, he sighed.

Bellion's eyes fell on the clean plate, then slowly turned to Moshe. After a moment of silence, he said, "I suggest you take a short rest before going to sleep to avoid indigestion."

"I will." Mo Xie pushed the chair in and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the light source on the roof flashed at an extremely fast speed, and the direction of the fluid in the air changed slightly, from dispersion to gathering, floating regularly.

Bellion stood there in silence for a moment and then suddenly said, "Please wait a moment."

Mo Xie stopped, turned around and looked quietly at him and the hazy circle of light behind him.

It was incredible. Without any medium, the magic power and fluid could react and reveal its true form.

Bellion turned the plain handkerchief over, wiped his hands carefully, and took out an unopened box from the locker. The plain packaging was only embellished with a bow tied with a dark green ribbon.

Both the scene and the young man in front of him were very strange. Moshe tried to understand Bellion's thoughts.

Bellion took out the items covered with film in front of him and gently shook them open. He approached calmly, raising his hand very naturally, as if he had done it many times. "The temperature is low at night, please put on your coat."

Then a soft light green knitted wool coat was draped over his shoulders, and his empty back suddenly felt supported. At the same time, he vaguely felt a small source of heat surrounding him, which stayed in his stomach for a long time, relieving the cramps and suppressing the nausea that kept rising.

Magic again.

Everything seemed to be premeditated. It looked like a sweet trap, but in fact, there was no malice at all.

"Thank you." Mo Xie raised his hand and touched the soft collar, saying calmly.

Bellion escorted him to the door and quietly stepped back half a step. His tall figure disappeared into the darkness, with only a pair of silver eyes shining like torches.

After clearing the table, the trainee chef, whose executive ability was comparable to that of a secretary, brought him a candlestick so that he could walk freely in the dim main building.

"You can... call me anytime."

The flames of the candlesticks were as warm and bright as light and heat magic. Moshe said goodbye to Bellion and wandered around the hall like a night watchman.

This night has just begun.