Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"Sir, are you also going to the Miracle City, Sweet?"

Leike and the others' carriage started moving again. They found a guide from the town—the same fat townsperson.

"Yes, it's the great event of the Fertile Plains. Anyone who isn't obsessed with ordinary food will go and take a look."

The fat townsperson patted his big belly and said, "I'm going to take a look too. After all, I used to be a baker, and coming here... I also want to become a Saint!

Moreover, recently, the Angel has increased the number of Saint positions, maybe I can get that title."

The fat townsperson said, smiling shyly, "You don't want to become Saints?

Hehe, I knew it, you definitely wouldn't miss the Saint selection ceremony—

The pilgrims who came before were like you, but those guys who only pray all day, how would they cook?

If you learn well, becoming a Saint won't be too difficult!"

The fat townsperson said, shaking the bag he brought on the carriage, which made a few crisp sounds, "You don't seem to have brought any cooking utensils, but Sweet has a lot of them—

But if you ask me, the most comfortable one is the best cooking utensil!"

The carriage continued to move forward. Although the entire Fertile Plain was large, the road surface was flat. Under such road conditions, the carriage could quickly travel a long distance.

As they got closer to the center of the plain, Poro suddenly felt... a magical power covering the heavens and the earth.

He looked up, looking in the direction where the magic was gathering—

The effects of magic can always affect the surrounding weather, but what surprised him was that in the distant sky, the clouds had turned into a complex color, like they were carrying many substances different from water vapor.

And these special, magical clouds swirled in the distant sky.

They seemed to be gathering in a special area.

The carriage continued to move forward, and soon, Poro saw what was under the clouds—

A city!

Without walls to block enemies, countless houses were scattered around the city.

Closer, many carriages, horses, and residents gathered in the town. The streets were also filled with tables, with all kinds of food and delicacies placed in the open air.

In the Fertile Plain, all food is enchanted so that it does not spoil or get dusty.

Everyone puts food on the roadside for passersby to taste.

"Ah, this is our Miracle City, Sweet."

The fat townsperson blinked, with a hint of pride in his eyes. Most of the people walking around were also fat, and many people sat down and started tasting some food on the roadside.

"How is it? I dare say that no capital city in any country in the outside world can compare to the grandeur here!"

The fat townsperson said, taking a piece of dessert from a bowl on the roadside and putting it in his mouth, chewing.

"Hmm, not bad, added milk... and rose powder? And..."

He ate and muttered some seasonings that Leike and Poro had never heard of.

Leike and Poro also followed the local customs. Since these foods were made by ordinary people, there would definitely be no problems.

Just now, they had seen with their own eyes a resident taking a plate of pizza-like food fresh out of the oven from an open house and placing it on the table.

In a sense, this is indeed a veritable "Food Capital."

But the shock was far more than that.

The carriage moved slowly along the road. Finally, in the center of the ordinary houses, the group saw the building that could be called a true "miracle."

Not a "gingerbread house" like in fairy tales, but a castle.

A candy castle.

The gate of the castle was a smooth brown color, but it was not wood, but two huge pieces of dark chocolate, with patterns carved on them, carrying a magical sense of unreality.

But all the details marked that it truly existed in the world!

The walls were made of layers of hard candy, and the sunlight passed through the colorful clouds in the sky, through the candy walls, refracting a brilliant light like a rainbow.

The spire of the castle was made of a large piece of cake, and countless fruits sparkled like agate on the cut slope...

"Ah... that's... a real... gingerbread house, no, a candy castle?!"

This time, it wasn't just Leike, Poro, the veteran, and the Hansel and Gretel siblings, everyone was shocked by this extremely magical castle!

Dreamy, gorgeous!

"Is this time really... a fairy tale?"

Poro opened his mouth wide. If a gingerbread house was already very fairy-tale in this world, then when a real, towering castle made of food combinations appeared in front of him—

Without a doubt, this is a huge test of reason!

"Surprised, right?"

The fat townsperson also looked intoxicated, and said to the group, "The first time I came here, I was as surprised as you. If I didn't prefer a smaller town with fewer people, I would have settled down in Sweet forever."

He took a bite of the pastry in his hand and continued, "That miraculous castle is where the Angel and the Saints live."

"Can't we other people go?"

"Of course not, only Saints can go."

The fat townsperson blinked, revealing undisguised envy, "Such a big food castle, I can hardly imagine how good it must be inside...

That is the sacred place in the hearts of everyone who wants to be a chef in the Fertile Plains!

I heard that it is a real paradise inside—only a small number of the Saints who go in are willing to show up again and preach the gospel of the Angel throughout the Fertile Plains."

The fat townsperson said, lifting his luggage containing cooking utensils again, making a clanging sound.

Due to his slightly fat body, even after walking such a short distance, his face was covered with fine sweat.

"Only Saints can go?"

Looking at the castle, Leike, who was on the side, also fell into a bit of thought.

On the side, the page of the book called [Circular Return: Gingerbread House · Dessert Feast] was floating in Poro's hand.

His gaze also shifted to the line above:

[Unsealing Ceremony: Find the gingerbread house hidden in the depths of the dense forest, and taste the delicacies that make up the gingerbread house]

Does this so-called "gingerbread house" refer to the one in front of me...

An unimaginable, magically magnificent "castle"?

"You also want to go in and take a look, right?"

The fat townsperson noticed the strange expressions of the group, "But in recent years, there are more and more people in the Fertile Plains, and the Angel has also increased the number of Saints. If you work harder... maybe you'll be lucky?"

Speaking of this, the fat townsperson saw something, pointed to the front, and continued:

"Look, there, is where the Saint selection will be held later, you can sign up—with me."

Following the direction pointed out by the fat townsperson, looking out, it was a square completely built of solidified rock candy, which looked like a light orange transparent amber.

And on the high platform, sat a person dressed in gold-patterned white clothes, wearing a white hat, and spotless.

The style of his clothes was not quite the same as that of a priest, more like a... chef?

Leike and the others also guessed the identity of that person.

The Saint of Miracle City, Sweet.

During this period, many people had already stepped forward.

They were all carrying some food in their hands, either placed on plates or in bowls. Under the influence of magic in this area, their food was mostly kept at just the right temperature and state.

They brought the food forward and placed it in front of the Saint.

The Saint then used knives, forks, and spoons to take a portion and put it in his mouth to taste carefully.

At this time, a man who looked a little gray-haired was handing over a pastry.

After a slight chew, the Saint swallowed the portion in his mouth and nodded proudly, saying:

"Not bad."

The old chef who made the delicacy heard this and looked ecstatic.

The Saint raised his hand and took a candy from the basket on the side and handed it to the old chef.

The old chef took it with both hands, bowed to thank him, and happily stepped down.

After the old chef, a younger resident stepped forward, holding a plate of steaming grilled meat, decorated with some fruit.

A look of interest appeared in the Saint's eyes, and he also elegantly cut off a corner and put it in his mouth.

But then, he frowned.

He opened his mouth and spat out the corner of minced meat. The minced meat automatically decomposed and disappeared in mid-air before it touched the ground.

"Not good."

The same short evaluation made the young man's face turn gray and become somewhat lost.

"Sir, can you give some guidance..."

"No matter which part, it is not done well, go back and practice again."

Saying that, the Saint raised a finger and pointed vaguely at the plate held by the young man. To Leike's astonished gaze, the piece of grilled meat turned into a piece of raw meat in a flash of magic light—

Instantly decomposed into a piece of raw meat, plus various classified seasoning powders, and uncut decorative fruits and vegetables!

"Thank you, Saint."

The young man bowed deeply and turned to leave.

"What are they doing?"

Leike asked the fat townsperson next to him, "Is it that simple to select Saints?"

"Of course not, this is just a qualification check. Even the Saint of cooking is not that easy to become."

The fat townsperson explained, "After all, everyone here likes food and can also cook, but the food they make can be eaten—outside, you can already be a chef, but here, it's far from enough!

Only the most delicious can be recognized by the Angel and be qualified to continue to exist!"

Saying that, the fat townsperson winked at the group, "If you don't know how to cook, it doesn't matter, live here for a few more years, you'll always succeed."

"What are the standards for these assessments and cooking...?"

Leike thought for a while and opened his mouth again, "What level must be reached to be recognized by the Saint and the Angel?"

"Standards, of course there are, you've asked the right person to ask me, generally unprofessional people, it's good enough if they can cook something, who would think about these."

The fat townsperson said triumphantly, "Most of the Saints who are selected have eaten a lot of good food.

If you are making cakes, breads, and ordinary dishes, you must strive for perfection, at least, you must have done it for several years!"

"What else? What else does it refer to?"

Leike thought for a while. None of the people in their team were professional chefs. Although it was not impossible to learn now, if they wasted too much time here, it would be better to sneak into the castle and find someone!

"There are always many kinds of food. The Angel also likes to have more types of food appear in the Fertile Plains, so, if you master the special cuisine of which kingdom—

Even if the craftsmanship is a little worse, you can also become a Saint."

At this time, the Saint sitting on the rock candy high platform took over a dish sent by another person.

This time, the dish was a strange-looking food mixed with various vegetables, fruits, and meats. The Saint frowned, tasted it slightly, and quickly spat it out.

"You created this yourself, right?"

The Saint shook his head, just flicked a finger to restore the food to its raw materials, explaining his attitude, "You haven't even figured out the most common cooking methods, so don't do this kind of thing."

Watching the scene of that person leaving in disappointment, the fat townsperson continued:

"But of course, you can't just do it randomly, it's not like you can do it just by saying it's a special dish, the Saint also has the ability to judge."

After the fat townsperson finished speaking, he waved his hand and walked to another building on the other side.

"If you have the idea of seeing the Angel, good luck, there is a public kitchen over there, um... and there are resident Saints who restore food—

I'm also going to prepare, see you at the Saint Selection Festival the day after tomorrow!"

Watching the fat townsperson's departing figure, Poro hesitated slightly, then turned his head to observe those who sent food to the Saint to participate in the "primary election."

"Master the cuisine of other kingdoms?"

Poro thought.

Although it was not that he didn't have the idea of not becoming a Saint and directly going to the "Candy Castle" to find out, the magic that can change such a large terrain and build such a gingerbread house is by no means an ordinary person!

What's more, along the way, Poro and Leike discovered that this plain seems to be a real "paradise."

Can the existence that created such a world be a villain?

Under such circumstances, Poro could not determine whether the owner of the castle was an enemy or a friend.

Plus, the veteran... may have some requests for this "Angel" who has not yet appeared.

Therefore, Poro and Leike did not want to take some radical measures.

"Uh, Mr. Inve, can you cook?"

Leike thought for a while, looking at the only person in the team who looked older and most likely to cook.

"Cook?"

The veteran looked strange, "When I was marching, I was gnawing on bread, or just cooking it and eating it... if you want to eat, you can find me...

"What to do?"

Leike shook his head in distress.

"What to do? Learn?"

"Learn?"

Lake was stunned for a moment, looking at Polo beside her, "Are we really going to have to study here for a few years like that fat man said?"

"Ah, if we can't beat them with hard power, then we'll have to choose the second method, right?"

"The second? Polo, are you saying..."

Lake's eyes widened as she listened.

"Use 'foreign cuisine' that no one here has ever made before to lower the threshold, and then we can become Sages, right?"

Polo looked at Lake and smiled.

"I'll provide the 'recipes,' and you'll use the knife skills and physical coordination control granted by [Spiral Beacon: Hunter].

One day isn't enough to become a great chef, but it's enough to make a special dish that has perfect color, aroma, and taste!"