How I Ruled the World by Cooking

The second dream was long overdue.

Probably because of the fullness of the food, this dream is completely different from the darkness of last time.Eugene felt himself lying on his stomach in the sand, the gentle waves licking his toes, the sun warming him.He comfortably opened his eyes from his nap, and looked down at a little elf curled up under the shadow of his wings.

There was a green leaf-shaped ring on the elf's thumb, which shone with green light and wrapped him inside, as if glowing.

Eugene looked down at the elf curiously, breath coming out of his nose, turning into black flames burning in the air.

"Hmm." The elf waved his hand in the dream and hit his scales, "Don't make trouble."

Perseveringly, Eugene leaned up to touch his soft hair, sticking out his tongue to lick them into a mess.

Finally, the little elf couldn't sleep anymore, and stood up angrily, showing the face of the child version of Constantine: "Don't make trouble, I will be angry."

Eugene let out a growl of laughter from his throat, and stood up, his wings covering the sky.He flapped his wings and flew up from the spot.The wind and waves rolled up the elf's long hair and made it messy.

Constantine Young-toothed Christian: How angry, I can't beat it.

He raised his head and took two steps on the beach with his bare feet, covering the sand flying all over the sky with his hands.The huge black dragon was soaring in mid-air, its figure was more vigorous and graceful than any ground dragon or hybrid dragon he had seen before, even the proud pure blood dragon.The higher it flew, the bigger it became, and finally it was over a hundred meters long, casting a huge, black shadow on the ground of the small island.

"Don't fly—!" the little elf shouted while running below, for fear that the giant dragon would be happy and forget his own existence. "It's almost night, I'm going back!"

Eugene raised his neck and screamed in the wind blowing towards him. This is how he should be alive, wanton and unrestrained, never playing cards according to common sense!

He retracted his wings suddenly, fell straight down from the air, and then unfolded again amid the panicked screams of Little Constantine, and flew up, and then heard his angry but still childish roar.

Awesome.

Such a life.

Eugene swooped toward the ground in front of the familiar young elf with a chicken coop of unruly hair.

Then he passed into the darkness in front of little Constantine Euristien, and the last thing he saw was the elf's pursed lips, puffed up with anger.

"Sacrifice with the purest virgin blood...with the noblest royal blood..."

This darkness again, this dream again.

"...for you...with the deepest source of pain...for you..."

Who is calling?

There is a bloody smell spreading through the endless darkness.

Sweet smell.

Who is offering the body of a virgin, the blood of the royal family, and the soul of pain.

Are you begging me to come?

Eugene opened his eyes suddenly, and there was only deep darkness in the gaps of the shutters, and it seemed that it was already late at night.

He seemed to have a dream?Still a sandwich dream...

I thought for a while with my back to the sky, my waist and legs seemed to be bound, heavy, and I couldn't exert my strength.

Well, this kind of harem unfolds like a manga...

Eugene left the dream behind and turned his face away blankly. Constantine's face was only a few centimeters away from him.The elf's weak breath caressed his face, and gently held him in his arms.In a trance, he seemed to see the shadow of a chubby elf, and he felt a rare tenderness, and he almost reached out to hug him.

Then... MD can't hold it.

The 1-meter mutant pseudo-goblin froze on the bed, looking at his 67+ meter object in embarrassment.

Stretch your legs under the covers now, maybe...maybe...maybe kick the elf's knees?

Eugene's full of tenderness was frozen into ice slag by his own imagination, he turned over silently, wrapped the quilt tightly, and fell asleep again with his back to the elf.

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After a long time, until he confirmed that the breathing of the people around him had calmed down again, Constantine quietly opened the upper eye to observe the movement of the black-haired boy.

After a while, the elf stretched out his arm quietly, pulled the person opposite him little by little, turned over again, stretched out his neck and buried his little head with loose black hair on his collarbone, and rested his chin on Eugene's hair contentedly. On the silk, with his arms around his lover who had shrunk eight hundred times, he fell asleep again.

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The leisurely time always passed quickly. When Eugene opened his eyes again, the other half of the bed was already empty. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was cold and without temperature.As if there had never been a spirit lying there.

Eugene was stunned for a while, and when he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly felt that he touched something small, icy and cold.

It was a small bottle, exactly the same as the one I ate yesterday, and the black liquid was swaying in the bottle.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door: "Eugene, Eugene, get up."

Eugene drew his arm back and rested it on his forehead, and after a moment of daze, he realized that the three days of enrollment had passed, and today was the day of the freshman assembly.

He got up and changed his clothes. He was so hungry and angry that he didn't take off his coat yesterday, but now it was wrinkled and obviously he couldn't wear it out anymore.Fortunately, there are two sets of uniforms issued at one time, and a new one is exchanged. Looking in the mirror, it is another small publicity move.

Eugene: "Hey hee hee hee hee hee."

With a feeling of joy that came from nowhere, Eugene's good mood lasted until the moment he stepped into the hall.

"...What the hell is this?"

It wasn't just Eugene who had such doubts, other students in the hall were also looking around to see how the things in other people's pots were different from their own.That's right, the pot.The place that was supposed to be the opening ceremony for freshmen is now filled with rows of pots, each with a strange plant neatly stacked.

Anthony Hall, the tutor of the Department of Medicine and Food and the head of the School of Magical Potion, was wearing his green robe and standing on the central high platform, with an identical but bigger pot in front of him.

"Oh, Eugene Walker!" The dean's loud voice rang out, and Eugene subconsciously felt that he was about to suffer.

The dean blew wildly: "One of the only three divinely favored ones this year, and the only one of the wood type! To be honest, the genius of our academy will never be inferior to that of the Laoshizi elves—come, Eugene, Don't be afraid, come up and demonstrate with me."

"What demonstration?" Eugene asked cautiously in the hall full of onlookers.

"Of course it's a demonstration of cooking!" The dean waved his hand, "I've always thought that this kind of freshman conference is long-winded and boring, it would be more meaningful to teach you the first class, right?"

...For your size, this is such a wonderful school, amazing teacher!

The author has something to say: This is a food article, yes, the label is also a food article, let me go, I am not crazy!

Archbishop: What if the silly dragon is so hungry when you go out (;′д｀)ゞLet’s save some

PS.I just found out today that the font color of the copywriting is so blinding, but I don’t know how to change it anymore.