Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

In a small parlor in the Prince's Palace.

The little queen, Anrietta, was running a literary salon on a whim.

Balthazar was invited and was among the staff participating in the salon.

The great magician of the palace, although his attitude towards politics and war has become inexplicably radical recently. However, this change in the trend of thought cannot affect his love of literature, history and philosophy.

He is now a wise man who loves war.

"Ayden, you are really a good guy with excellent literary cultivation! It's a shame that I didn't know you earlier before! To me, within three years, an outstanding young man like you will definitely be in the north."

Balthazar is a middle-aged man who looks about four or five years old in appearance. He is now in the southeast corner of the meeting room, holding a goblet of ordinary wine in his hand, and his spirit is flying.

In front of him stood a young man named Aiden.

"Mr. Balthazar, it was my loss if I didn't accept the teachings of such a great literary master as you earlier."

Aiden is handsome and humble. He always speaks slowly in a soft and a little hesitant tone, but no matter what happens, as soon as he speaks it through his mouth, it brings extraordinary charm and great interest.

The great magician Balthazar now feels from the bottom of his heart that being able to meet such a young man in this temporary salon is a real profit!

Between the two, the more you talk, the more you will find that they have similar ideas, philosophical views and talents.

Have the same taste, life and dream, have the same literary propositions and fanatical ideals, have the same appreciation ability, and have the same knowledge and knowledge.

Therefore, the conversation between the two of them is often a hit.

Obviously it was the first time to meet, but the two of them all felt a joy of mutual understanding.

What do you mean by meeting friends with mountains and flowing water!

Mr. Balthazar is so focused on the current literary, historical and philosophical exchanges.

In the process of heated discussions with his confidants and unable to extricate themselves, a total of thirteen dignitaries from the North, including His Royal Highness himself, fell asleep quickly in a slightly strange way inside the palace.

With the strength of this great magician, it was originally a very reluctant thing to perceive the dark nightmare aura of a certain one-third of the gods quietly released.

In the current situation where attention is restricted, it is completely unaware of any abnormality.

The other side of the living room.

Queen Anrietta, the initiator of this salon, folded her hands in front of her, maintaining the dignified and noble temperament that a superior person should have, her eyes like water watching the own guests.

Her gaze swept across the drawing room, and when she passed by the teacher Balthazar and the young man Aiden, there was a slight pause.

"It seems that the person I arranged can really attract the teacher's attention." Xiao Wangnv thought in her heart.

That's right.

This young man named Aiden was specially arranged by Anrietta.

He is a smart doorman under Xiao Wangnv who has a very good foundation, and he was secretly engaged in the internal intelligence work of the palace before.

After an afternoon and evening assault training, Aiden is already familiar with many aspects of Mr. Balthazar's character, taste, dreams and so on.

It can be said that he is a confidant tailor-made for Balthazar!

It’s just a night’s communication time, and it won’t show up at all!

Although sometimes talk about topics that were not prepared beforehand, Aiden can cope with it by playing on the spot.

As long as you grasp Balthazar's preferred answer direction, it doesn't matter if the opinions and opinions expressed occasionally are not exactly the same as the great magician.

Even during the assault training in the afternoon, Anrietta deliberately instructed Aiden to put forward a point of view and point of view that was different from that of Balthazar on individual issues.

She knows Teacher Own too well.

The so-called gentleman is harmonious but different.

Sometimes the collision of thinking is more fascinating than the one who caters to, isn't it?

"You taught me so well, teacher."

The little Wangnu couldn't help feeling a little guilty when she thought of using conspiracy and tactics to calculate the people close to her.

But as long as the "red fish instigating war" provided by Donne is true, everything we are doing now is correct and worthwhile.

"I don't know how his... plan is going. Alas-this suit is a bit strangled, and I'm tired after standing in this position for so long. I really want to go back to the room and lie down."

Xiao Wangnv kept her original posture, emptied herself a little bit, and some messy thoughts in her heart jumped out untimely.

In the eyes of other people attending the salon, this twisted heir of the North Land jurisprudence was just standing noble and coolly by the candlelight, his beautiful eyes calm, and the light and shadow of the gorgeous clothes overlapped.

Insight into everything, not close.

...

In the dream of the Minister of the Seal.

Daya stayed where she was just as Dorn had explained before leaving.

The shimmer of the amethyst in her hand enveloped her body, ensuring that she would not interact with the illusory things in the dream.

"Sir, he seems to have succeeded." Daya muttered to herself.

Since Donne left, the bishop whose consciousness has assumed the form of Onee-san can clearly feel that the dream here is expanding.

The number of non-projected and non-subconscious units in dreams is increasing, that is, the subject of dreaming is increasing.

The scale of the blood-red war that took place in this dream is getting bigger and bigger.

More and more dreamers participate in it with the illusory projection and subconsciousness in their dreams, filling this red fish dream into a grand epic of war.

Even the prince himself charged to the front line with his guards.

Mr. Donne is really weaving and connecting dreams related to the red fish.

"Obviously, those who can dream of red fish are scattered in various places of the prince's collar, and can accomplish this kind of thing in a short time...Mister's ability, as if surpassing human beings."

"I don't know if he will be willing to teach me, if I can, I want to learn from him."

"I just don't know what the origin of the sir is. Even the cardinal in the holy city treats him respectfully."

Daya thought this way, still standing in the center of the fierce battlefield without shifting her position.

She won't move until Donne returns.

When this red fish dream was filled to the size of nearly fifty people, Daya had a very subtle feeling——

The feeling of imprisonment and oppression that I could feel every time I dreamed in the past, suddenly I can't feel it now.

It was as if some kind of shackle was opened.

It's as if the sandbag has been tied for weight training, and the sandbag in consciousness is suddenly untied at this moment.

"Is this the boundless dream that the husband said?"

Although it has been psychologically prepared for this.

But the moment the grand boundless dream really came, the head of the northern diocese still felt shocked spontaneously.

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