Mechanical Doctor

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Evening, on the deck of the [Pterosaur].

The fat from the barbecue dripped onto the charcoal, making a sizzling sound, and flames and thick smoke rose.

The unique aroma of the barbecue mixed with the special smell of the fruit charcoal lingered in the entire space.

Surrounded by this aroma, everyone attending the banquet was salivating.

"Freshly grilled lamb and beef skewers are here!"

Manolin, wearing an apron, grabbed two handfuls of grilled skewers with both hands and shouted to everyone.

This time Manolin invited the Stentel family, old Henry's family, John, a group of friends in the investigation bureau, and the group of people from the Mechanical Enthusiasts Association, etc. Anyway, he invited everyone who had a good relationship with him.

But unfortunately, due to the invasion of demons, the investigation bureau was very busy, and therefore most of them had no time to come to the banquet. Only civil servants like Walker, who had been slacking off all year round, had time to come.

"It smells so good, give me a skewer so I can try it."

Ryan, who was impatient, took a skewer of beef and took a bite.

"Is this the meat of the scimitar bison? Good stuff."

Although Ryan was a legend, since the scimitar bison in the Elliot Federation were mainly distributed in the Roman Highlands, even he could hardly eat this kind of food.

"Scimitar bison? This thing is rare, I have to try it more."

Hearing that this beef was taken from scimitar bison, everyone's interest naturally increased greatly, and everyone was no longer polite, and directly divided up the whole handful of scimitar bison skewers.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I, the chef, haven't eaten yet!"

Seeing that the scimitar bison skewers were about to be eaten up by these people, Manolin immediately became anxious, and he quickly snatched two skewers from the clutches of these people.

"Why are you guys in such a hurry? I have plenty of scimitar buffalo meat here. You are really the reincarnation of starving ghosts."

Looking at the way these people eat, Manolin complained while eating some skewers.

After saying that, he turned around and continued to grill.

"Oh, I should have known not to give the chef a holiday."

Looking at the piles of raw meat skewers and various other ingredients, Manolin felt a headache.

How long will he finish grilling so many things?

And it doesn't matter if he grills. In fact, he is not very opposed to cooking, but rather has some interest in it.

But it doesn't matter if he, who makes the barbecue, can't eat it.

But he has to be the chef himself, there is no other way.

Who told him to give all the non-duty staff a holiday when his brain was twitching at that time?

The chef is on holiday, and he can't let the guests he invited to cook, so he can only do it himself.

"Little Manolin, let me help you."

Manolin looked back and found that it was Aunt Linda, the wife of Teacher Stenter, who was speaking.

Seeing Aunt Linda and a group of women wanting to come forward to help, Manolin immediately refused:

"Aunt Linda, and everyone, how can we, as guests, let you do the work?"

Aunt Linda was not polite, she went straight up and grabbed Manolin's arm and pulled him towards the dining table.

"Little Manolin, why are you being polite to us?"

"Besides, with your cooking skills, it's a waste to give you such good ingredients."

Being dragged by Aunt Linda, Manolin did not dare to resist and had to sit on the chair obediently.

"Actually, my cooking skills are still good..."

Manolin protested weakly.

"Come on! Manolin, drink!"

Ryan took out a wine glass and placed it in front of Manolin, and poured a full glass of rum.

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After three rounds of wine and five dishes.

Everyone started chatting about all sorts of things with a little drunkenness.

The most eye-catching person at the table was naturally Manolin.

Everyone was very interested in his journey during this period.

And Manolin did not hide anything and directly recounted his itinerary for the past few months.

Although Manolin's eloquence was not very good, as if he did not look like a student from the Faculty of Arts, even so, everyone felt very satisfied listening to him. When he talked about the wonderful parts, everyone applauded and cheered.

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In this way, the banquet lasted until midnight before it officially ended.

When the banquet ended, except for Ryan, a legendary and high-level professional, all the other participants had ate as much as pregnant women.

Even mid-level professionals like Old Henry and Stantel were no exception. After all, although the digestion capacity of mid- and low-level professionals is very strong, it is also limited.After Manolin sent a vehicle to send these people home, he found Ryan who was still here.

He poured Ryan a cup of hot tea to relieve his greasiness and said:

"Mr. Ryan, you should know about the [Guilty Giant], right?"

In fact, after Manolin learned from the "God of Literature and Art" that the [Guilty Giant] was only temporarily expelled by the gods, he passed this news to the Senate of the Elliot Federation.

He also got news from the Senate that there were thousands of [Guilty Giants] in this world. As for how many of these giants there were, it was unknown. After all, many giants appeared in the wilderness or in the ocean, and there was no way to count them.

Moreover, the news that the [Guilty Giant] was only temporarily expelled was also known to the Senate. The gods did not tell Manolin alone, but all those who dared to fight the [Guilty Giant] were informed of this news by the gods.

After hearing the news, Manolin was somewhat relieved. After all, there were so many capable people in the whole plane trying to deal with the [Guilty Giant] together. He felt that "if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

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As the official legend of the Elliot Federation, Ryan was naturally well-informed. He knew a lot about the [Guilty Giant].

He did not answer Manolin's question immediately, but took out his pipe and lit the tobacco in it.

After taking a deep breath of the pipe, Ryan slowly said:

"[Guilty Giant]... This world might be destroyed."

As a legend, Ryan understood the power of the [Guilty Giant] very well.

Even the mature (level 7~9) legends known as demigods could hardly deal with this kind of monster.

If only a few [Guilty Giants] appeared, this plane might be able to expel them by gathering the power of the entire plane, but thousands or even more [Guilty Giants] at a time, it would be almost impossible to expel them.

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