The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Atilan's words briefly made the Vine Woman fall into contemplation, but she regained her senses in less than five seconds, glancing sideways at Atilan.

"Are you that big, clumsy bear's disciple?"

Atilan was stunned upon hearing this. How did she figure it out?

The Vine Woman covered her nose with her hand, saying with considerable disgust:

"Getting close to you, I can smell that big, clumsy bear's stench, and there's also a similar natural magic. If you're not his disciple, who is? A dragon druid, truly a rarity."

"He wants to eat honey, why doesn't he come and find me himself? Sending you over and still wanting to eat honey, I think he's just daydreaming!"

Atilan felt the Vine Woman's increasingly strong aura of a resentful woman. He really wanted to escape, but he couldn't. The surrounding mist had unknowingly become much denser.

Now, this area around the small wooden house has been sealed off. Either forcefully break through the field blockade, or defeat the Vine Woman, the caster. According to Atilan's comparison of his strength with the Vine Woman, his chances of winning are about ten percent.

This Vine Woman's druidic attainments are likely not as good as the Bearman's, but Atilan didn't dare to move.

"Ahem, Senior, I believe that people should bravely pursue their own love. Only by expressing their feelings will those who can't turn their brains, those whose heads have already become wooden, understand that someone likes them."

"Senior, do you think my idea is right?"

Upon hearing this, the Vine Woman suddenly found Atilan much more pleasing to the eye.

"Not bad, I didn't expect Little Bear to actually take in such a sensible disciple."

Her tone changed instantly. Sure enough, this Vine Woman has a secret crush on his master!

"My master is indeed someone who can't turn his brain. After returning, I will definitely persuade him that a person should have a companion at a certain age, what's the point of staying with trees all day long!"

The Vine Woman nodded repeatedly, looking at Atilan with a smile.

"Well said, persuading that big, clumsy bear of your master's will definitely strain your voice. Auntie here has some throat-soothing honey for you to take back and eat. Come back to Auntie's place for more when you're done!"

"Eat as much as you like!"

As expected, love-struck people are the easiest to deceive. Atilan looked at the Vine Woman with certainty.

"Don't worry, Auntie, my master only has one choice. In the future, he will only eat the honey you make, and can only eat the honey you make!"

"Hahaha ~"

Accompanied by the sound of silver bell-like laughter, the mist field covering the forest suddenly dissipated. Atilan felt emotional. The Vine Woman was indeed a great druid, her joys, sorrows, and angers all affecting the surrounding environment.

"Then I'll leave first. Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely make my master realize how good you are!"

After repeatedly assuring her, Atilan returned to Green Scales Town carrying a large jar of golden honey containing the magic of the forest.

"Mepp, the recruitment plan to the Fairy Forest is temporarily canceled."

"Why!"

He got up before dawn to pack his things, just to set off as soon as possible, but you're telling me not to go anymore. If he couldn't beat Atilan, the Half-goatman would have wanted to draw his sword.

"Look at this!"

Seeing this jar of top-notch honey, the Half-goatman's eyes went straight. Even in the Fairy Forest, honey of this quality is rare. With the size of the little fairies, brewing such a large jar of magic honey would take at least three months.

"You're not planning to use ordinary flour to cook this jar of honey, are you?"

Atilan retorted, "Then can you make magic cuisine?"

"If I may be so bold, I have also learned a little about the basics of magic cuisine."

Atilan increasingly couldn't understand the Half-goatman. He originally thought he was just an ordinary R-rank Half-goatman Wanderer, but he was also a rare Trickster, already having the potential to become an SR-rank.

Now he also has the life profession of a magic chef, plus the combat profession of a Trickster. Atilan has already determined that he is an SR-rank card. Being the town chief of Green Scales Town is simply a waste of talent.

Mepp is like a chamberlain who is naturally suited to serving the king, making magic cuisine to take care of the king's life, and the Trickster can also help the king deal with assassins who come to assassinate him.

Speaking of magic cuisine, Atilan's brain automatically began to retrieve relevant inherited memories.

"I also know a little bit. This flour is indeed not good. I'll use magic to nurture some wheat, although the magic can only retain a trace, it can barely be considered a magic plant."

"Then carefully select some fruits and nuts from the forest, and we should be able to make good magic bread. I'll take it to Senior for her to enjoy, and it should help us exchange for a continuous supply of honey."

Although he promised the Vine Woman to help pursue the Bearman, Atilan couldn't guarantee that he could handle the old stubborn Bearman one hundred percent.

"I'll go train the apprentices, you take care of the magic materials. Tomorrow, the two of us will join forces to make magic cuisine. If we have magic cuisine as a signature dish, I think even elven mages will be attracted to our Green Scales Town."

Atilan rolled his eyes at him, jokingly asking:

"If there's only honey bread as a dish, and you dare to brag about it being magic cuisine, are you sure you, the town chief, won't be dragged out and beaten?"

The Half-goatman took a deep breath. If there was only one dish, he would definitely be beaten beyond recognition. How would he marry a wife then?

"Then, after we research a whole banquet process of magic recipes, we'll promote the name of magic cuisine."

Atilan shook his head, saying smugly:

"We'll only serve one dish at a time. Only honorary residents of Green Scales Town can enjoy the full service. As for how to become an honorary resident, it depends on their contribution."

As expected, it's still Atilan, more cunning than a devil. Even the devils of the Barrens of Hell can only work for him.

"I remember the Fishmen breed a kind of magic big bluefish. To make magic cuisine, using a small fish of about fifty centimeters is enough. I'll ask about the difficulty of breeding later."

Atilan still hasn't forgotten the taste of the big bluefish sashimi. That was his first meal after birth, although it was a little crude, but he made sure the sense of ritual was full.

In the future, he can only use big bluefish magic cuisine to commemorate his lost youth, that swimming under the sunset that day.

The old Fishman suddenly ran up excitedly to report:

"Dragon Lord, the children have discovered a very large river mussel, but there is a large black snake swimming around the river mussel all the time. The children are no match for it and can only come back to tell me the news."

"I wonder if the Dragon Lord can personally take action?"

"How big is the river mussel?"

"The children say that the length of the river mussel should be half the length of the spears in their hands."

Half!? A river mussel more than a meter long, how big would the pearl be!

"Quickly take me there!"

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