Green Monster Epic

After successfully breaking through his first independent cooking attempt, Allen's subsequent culinary endeavors were not smooth sailing, with several subsequent attempts ending in failure.

Figglas was almost frantic. The ingredients he had scavenged and wasted for Allen had been acquired with great difficulty. Now, the Assassin's Guild and Adventurer's Guild in Mansa City probably had dozens of missions related to Figglas. Countless adventurer teams were on high alert, trying to intercept this swindling dragon in various regions.

But his efforts had not been rewarded, and the usually shrewd dragon could not accept this.

However, he couldn't vent his negative emotions on Allen, because Figglas knew very well that Allen's efforts and dedication over the years were no less than his own.

In order to improve his culinary skills, Allen had moved almost all the relevant books from the Green Lake Culinary Academy to the mountaintop. He was learning and understanding new cooking techniques while also integrating and mastering these skills.

At this moment, the mountaintop was once again turbulent, and a thick aura of magical power was brewing above Figglas's head, concealing the tall figure of the Gnoll, making it appear and disappear intermittently.

The dragon's heart was in its throat, and it didn't dare to breathe. The ingredient Allen was cooking at this moment was something the dragon had shamelessly provoked several black dragons in the northern city of Bonn for. The two sides had engaged in a battle according to the dragon race's challenge rules, and finally, Figglas bit into the chest of an adult black dragon, hiding a piece of black dragon flesh in its mouth.

The reason for provoking the black dragon was that the dragon Figglas wanted its powerful fire-type talent, and its flesh was a good fire-type ingredient.

As for the issue of using the flesh of fellow dragons as ingredients, for Figglas, who was now somewhat obsessed with eating a master-level fire-type dish cooked by Allen himself, it was not worth worrying about.

The red clouds were constantly shrinking, and a strip of orange-red flame formed a ribbon from the crater, pouring into the cloud cluster, adding a bit of light and a bit of danger.

Allen's face was solemn and serious, and his movements were light and effortless. He was less dignified and more calm, obviously, the countless failures in recent years had greatly improved his cooking skills.

Under his mental control, mental threads became Allen's countless invisible hands, rubbing and beating the outer layer of the red cloud, cooperating with the two kitchen utensils tightly held by his tangible hands, skillfully sorting and cutting the many unnecessary impurities and elements in the red cloud one by one.

Soon, the huge red cloud turned into a fist-sized, bright red cotton candy. At this moment, Allen did not compress or condense it further. Instead, he picked up a piece of blood and meat marinated in magical plant materials and spices on the cutting board and immediately threw it into the cotton candy-like elemental aggregate in the iron pot.

Mental threads and the back of the meat cleaver constantly patted the surface of the flesh, while the iron pot controlled the flesh and cotton candy to constantly intersect and overlap, each collision causing the cotton candy to dissipate a bit until it was completely integrated into the flesh.

When Allen stopped, the dragon meat from the adult black dragon had turned into a mass of minced meat.

The iron pot continued to tumble, and Allen's right hand, which had put down the kitchen knife, grabbed the prepared spices and ingredients cut into various tiny states from the side, and put them in one by one according to the existing cooking plan.

After all the ingredients were fully integrated into the red dough-like minced meat, Allen tossed the iron pot high, and the minced meat flew into the sky. Just as it fell towards a simmering pot on the stove, Allen, who had picked up the kitchen knife again with his right hand, displayed the knife skills he had honed in his early years carving stone statues, and danced wildly on the minced meat.

Shua shua shua ~ ~

Ripples rippled on the surface of the pot simmering on low heat, and thin slices of meat like cicada wings fell into the scalding magic soup, and they were already cooked in an instant.

The minced meat disappeared into the light yellow soup in a few seconds, and then Allen also stopped all his movements, relieved, and scooped up the bright red circular meat slices that gradually floated on the surface of the soup from the stew pot.

"Alright!!"

The freshly cooked meat slices looked ordinary, but after Allen poured a few drops of dragon blood from a crystal bottle, an ancient and vast aura immediately emerged from it.

"Is that it??"

Figglas was now somewhat incredulous. The failures before had caused such amazing movements, but he didn't expect that this time, after the cooking was successful, there wasn't much movement, not even the vision like the last time it was successful.

If it weren't for being able to personally feel the increasingly strong magical aura emanating from the food in Allen's plate, Figglas wouldn't dare to believe how much magical power this dish would have.

"It doesn't look like a master-level dish!!"

"What? Don't you believe in my craftsmanship?"

Hearing Figglas's words, Allen immediately became a little unhappy: "If you think I'm lying to you, then I'll just eat it myself!!"

"No, no, no, how could I not believe you!!"

Seeing Allen's attitude, Figglas no longer hesitated. He rushed forward in one stride, snatched the dish from Allen's hand, greedily sniffing the rich and complex aroma of the dish, and did not forget to ask Allen for advice: "What is this dish called? What are its effects?"

"I call this dish Dragon Scale Noodles. Although it is not real noodles, its taste and texture are not much different from noodles. It is chewy."

"As for its effects, it can purify the ancient bloodline of the dragon vein user and improve the efficiency of the dragon vein user's use of natural energy."

If he hadn't already promised Figglas that the first master-level dish related to fire elements must be given to the dragon for free, Allen, after identifying the characteristics of this dish, even had the urge to keep it for himself.

The benefits and improvements that any dragon vein user could obtain if they could obtain this dish were immeasurable. Although Allen only introduced this dish in a few words, as the owner who personally cooked this dish, Allen still had a full understanding of its actual value in his heart.

"Good, good, good, Dragon Scale Noodles!!"

Figglas looked carefully at the dish in his hand. As time passed, the magical aura emanating from the food became more and more intense. Even the mist it emitted gradually transformed into the shape of flames. Figglas finally no longer questioned the true quality of the dish.

"It's settled, this dish belongs to me!!"

"Yes!!"

"Enjoy it slowly!!"