The magic banquet preparation ti reached "17:45".
Chef Timi took off his mask, rolled his tongue into a gaphone, and scread loudly,
"The serving passage has been opened. All personnel must complete serving within fifteen minutes. Those who are late will be disqualified from the magic banquet and must pay 100% of the kitchen expenses.
In addition, the boss has arrived early at the banquet hall today, so please pay attention to your manners when serving."
"Ah? The boss arrived early!"
Catherine, who was in the middle of plating, was startled and almost dropped the freshly made baby octopus on the floor.
Upon hearing this, the four chiefs Mr. Rabbit, Jian, Art, and Beast Tar Zock served their dishes almost simultaneously. They all wore absolute confidence on their faces, as the interference of the ’boss’s at’ was just a minor disturbance for them.
Zock, before leaving the kitchen, also gave a caring glance towards his Madman younger brother.
Little did he know that this look would make him abruptly freeze,
"What are you doing?"
Currently, William was in front of a thick, large cauldron, standing in a standard horse stance, with both palms suspended on either side at the bottom of the cauldron, his ash-colored hem fluttering behind him.
In both palms, an Ember Eye grew, jointly releasing Evil Sun Power to increase the fla. If not for the cauldron’s ultra-high temperature resistance, it would surely have been burned through.
On William’s shoulder stood a small black figure that continually added a high-boiling-point mixture to the pot, ensuring the total volu of the solution inside remained at two-thirds of the cauldron’s capacity.
"This is completely different from the dishes he made before... William is actually innovating during the magic banquet. He’s truly bold, truly a great Madman."
Zock had imnse confidence in William, and he wouldn’t mind at all even if his little brother’s dish scores were higher than his.
On the other side, after completing her plating, Catherine also noticed the anomaly on William’s side. But this ti, she held back her emotions and did not approach to interfere, instead directly carrying her ticulously crafted special octopus dish to the banquet hall.
As ti passed,
with all the main mbers finishing their servings and taking their seats, when there were only a few more than ten seconds left, a wave of heat spilled out from the entrance of the serving passage.
William was actually seen carrying the large cauldron from the kitchen himself,
with a small grape on his shoulder, assisting by holding small bowls corresponding to the number of attendees, each bowl containing condints such as chili oil, white sugar, soy sauce, and so on.
Duang!
The cauldron, blackened by the Evil Sun, was heavily placed on the table, and William imdiately checked the ti on his watch, feeling the weight in his heart drop.
"Whew... I just made it!"
Because he was too focused on the final serving, he had not managed to get a clear view of the banquet hall.
At this mont, all the eyes in the room turned to watch him,
and one of those gazes made William, including his soul, tremble with an extre high-frequency vibration, as that most primal Fear struck him once again.
Following that gaze, William turned his head.
Unlike the other mbers who each had a chair that fit their Trait, at the end of the long table, the seat of the Master, representing the founder and ruler of the Circus, was simply a wooden wheelchair.
His body appeared immobile, even incapable of movent, with both arms full of scars, folds, and necrotic sores resting on the wheels.
Dense and still proliferating black hair scattered atop his head,
his face completely covered, airtight, even seeming to be tightly wrapped and constricted by the black hair. nσvel.c??m
The long hair falling along the chair back was evenly spread on the ground, giving a feeling of a "restricted area".
However, behind the wheelchair, there was a special box that continuously absorbed the excess black hair, ensuring that the covered area of the black hair did not exceed a range of one ter, so as not to affect the banquet.
The boss’s torso was in no clothing but was covered in necrotic sores of various sizes, so even piercing through the body,
and he was wearing a loose, black pair of harem pants.
The left leg was amputated below the knee, and only half of the right foot remained, seemingly suffering from the sa conceptual deprivation as teacher Zede, rendered unable to heal forever.
The ’suppression Golden Needle,’ made by Chef Timi, had been inserted into the back of his neck in advance, ensuring he wouldn’t experience any Proliferation of Flesh during the magic banquet and could fully indulge in the enjoynt of the food.
For so reason,
Fear’s escape caused William, the newcor, to tremble continuously until Yellow Skin took the initiative to activate the outfit to bind all his muscles, barely restoring normalcy.
It was then that a voice, aid solely at William, ca from beneath the black hair,
"The way you serve your al is quite unique;
is that casserole supposed to be a kitchen tool? Isn’t it a bit rash to bring it out directly? Or does your dish require such a thod of service?"
William steadied his mind as best he could and responded, "I... I did it to keep warm, since I’m the last one to serve a dish. The tasting order should be last as well, right?
When it’s ti to taste my dish, I’ll serve it one by one."
"I’ll reluctantly accept your explanation, but if it turns out that keeping it warm is an unnecessary step, you will be stripped of your rights to the magic banquet.
All right! Please take your temporary seat, for the magic banquet begins now."
A simple, uncarved seat was placed beside Catherine.
Although William was not an official mber, he received equal treatnt;
dishes equivalent to those of the others were placed before him, marked with sequence numbers on the containers.
Mark[1]corresponded to the appetizer made by Mr. Rabbit.
As the tal lid was lifted, a chill escaped,
revealing the ’Muscle Rabbit Vegetable Jelly’, a crystal-clear jelly artfully crafted into a rabbit posed in a sculpting act.
Mr. Rabbit sitting to the master’s right also stretched out his strong arms, inviting everyone to taste his creation, and he himself scooped out a piece of the rabbit’s head and put it into his mouth.
William imdiately followed suit, and as soon as the rabbit head hit his mouth, it lted away the mont the heat from his mouth touched it.
"Hmm!?"
In an instant,
William’s thoughts seed to be transported to an outdoor ice skating rink in Iceland, where the temperature reached a chilling minus 37.1°C.
However, the small rink was crowded with muscular n wearing rabbit masks.
Due to the limited space, even a slight glide resulted in collisions, the contact and warmth of the bodies helping fight against the freezing environnt,
the interplay of hot and cold was just right, while also getting up close and personal with the big guys exchanging skating skills, it was a win-win!
By the ti William erged from his imrsion, the jelly in his mouth had liquefied and flowed down his throat, activating and warming his entire body,
he unbuttoned his shirt, baring his chest.
Mr. Rabbit, not far away, seeing William decisively disrobing, nodded in satisfaction.
William continued to carefully savor another piece of the jelly, "Mr. Rabbit must have chosen the ’at’ from the most pri part of the rump, the skin-on pork belly.
Using brute force to pound the skin and at into mince, with the number of hits exceeding one hundred thousand, the minced skin is then frozen to form the rabbit’s outer layer, while the at mince is mixed with vegetables as the core of the jelly.
This appetizer is truly appetite-whetting!"
As William ate the arm of the Muscle Rabbit, he couldn’t help but strike a bodybuilding pose, flexing his biceps.
Although everyone highly rated the appetizer, it was only William who felt an ultimate resonance on a physical level, a detail Mr. Rabbit took in with great satisfaction.
Another point to note was the master’s strange way of eating.
Instead of showing his mouth beneath the black hair as he brought the scooped-out jelly to his face,
he used the hair covering his face to interweave and coil into the shape of a ’mouth’, complete with an oral cavity and teeth made of hair,
William, glancing over, even questioned if the master possessed the trait of a ’face’ at all, or if his entire head was rely a nest of black hair.
When the master had finished eating the Muscle Rabbit Vegetable Jelly, he nodded his head.
"Robert, your cooking skills have improved! A very perfect appetizer... Using such a refreshing appetizer to awaken the taste buds will make the subsequent tasting much smoother, even adding to it, are you not concerned about that?"
Mr. Rabbit didn’t answer but simply shook his head, causing the mask to split into a smile that seed to co from deep within his heart.
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