However, Erica came from a famous family and was known for her flexible social skills. She quickly adjusted her mindset and said to Isabella with a formulaic smile.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, the Queen."

Isabella also had a reserved and distant smile on her face.

"Thank you, Brontriqing."

Erica then suddenly said something.

"Your Highness is still good luck. You just need to stand outside the court to cheer and blessing to Chef Qian Chen. It's not like I, I don't tell you myself, but I have worked hard but have suffered a failure."

As he said that, Erica held her cheek with one hand and looked distressed.

But Isabella clearly saw a smile in her eyes.

Erica was not congratulating her, she was clearly secretly mocking her for being able to pass the test smoothly by holding Qian Chen's thighs. She was just a vase.

Before Isabella could attack, Erica gracefully pulled up the hem of her skirt.

"Then, I wish you good luck, I will say goodbye first."

After saying that, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Isabella was so angry that she couldn't even get angry that she stomped her feet hard.

"What a hot woman!"

Not to mention Isabella and Erica's fight openly and secretly, Qian Chen said on the other side with Artoria smiling.

"Thank you, Qian Chen. Thanks to your various suggestions, we can overcome this difficulty in such a harsh situation."

Qian Chen smiled slightly.

"You're welcome, I'm just making suggestions. You can control so many fantasy ingredients by relying on your own strength. This victory is what you deserve."

Not only milk bricks, but also the lowest layer of candied fruit, yogurt, cream, and even the chocolate that acts as buffers are all fantasy ingredients.

With so many fantasy ingredients mixed together, Qian Chen could not control them at all. His only function was to put forward various suggestions.

The red and blue showdown between Nero and Artoria surpasses the cooking skills and can partially change reality, allowing Qian Chen to witness with his own eyes what a top chef master is.

The road he needs to walk is still very long, far from the time he can relax.

"What I said to Nero just now is not a false statement. The feeling of fighting side by side with you reminds me of the time when I fought side by side with the Knights of the Round Table. It is really nostalgic.

If it were the era when I ruled, I would definitely let you and Merlin become the prime minister of the kingdom and jointly assist me in governing Great Britain.

Although the Roman emperor didn't look very reliable, he had to admit that at least she had a good eye."

"You're so proud of me, I'm just a person who keeps pursuing delicious food."

Qian Chen had a great conversation with Artoria.

Qian Chen appreciates Artoria's straightforwardness, Artoria recognizes Qian Chen's wisdom and enthusiasm for cooking.

But the two people who were talking enthusiastically obviously ignored someone's feelings.

Isabella was looking at the figures of the two of them with a resentful look on her face.

In her eyes, the two figures seemed to reappear in King Arthur and Lancelot, the chief round table knight.

'etc!'

Qian Chen and Artoria had a tacit understanding, but she was a melon-eating crowd. Isabella suddenly thought of a very serious problem.

‘One of them is King Arthur and the other is Lancelot, who am I?’

Obviously, there is only one person who best matches this situation at the moment... The answer instantly emerged from Isabella's head.

‘So, I am Gneville, the queen of the vase!?

It was clearly my first, whether it was recruiting Qian Chen or serving as a holy relic to summon ancestors, but why am I excluded now?

Didn’t it mean that the ancestors were green? Why is it that I am green by the ancestors now? Why did it become like this?

Could it be that the real history is that King Arthur and Lancelot fell in love, and Gnevrey was the shameful third party!?’

Isabella, whose brain was down, was immediately messy in the wind...

The combination of Qian Chen and Artoria broke through the siege of disadvantages. After gaining the occupied area in Italy, there were obviously more recipes they could choose from, and they had transformed from disadvantages to advantages.

However, in the conference room of the aircraft carrier, except for the representatives of Britain and Italy, no one paid attention to the screen here.

Almost everyone, including the IGO inspector, stared at another screen with a look of seeing a ghost.

The screen is playing a scene of India and Japan.

Just ten minutes ago, under the witness of the arrogant Indian representative, a super combination composed of a mythical kitchen spirit and an active dragon chef that could almost sweep all participants was beaten by Gilgamesh summoned by Erina without any fighting back.

The screen turned ten minutes ago.

Gilgamesh stood proudly, holding a plate of curry and then poured it on the ground in front of Karna, then looked arrogant and condescending to Karna.

"Miscellaneous Xiu, this is an ancient Indian curry that was circulated in the mythological era. It lacks spices and only relies on treasures to simulate the taste. This kind of fake thing is also used to defile my king's tongue!?

Ants should see their identity clearly!”

Karna remained silent.

It’s not because of shame, on the one hand he himself has a taciturn personality, on the other hand he really lost.

Failure is original sin, and he has nothing to say.

Guwahati, who was beside him, looked at Gilgamesh with horror.

‘How could there be such a monster in this world!? It actually has the prototype of all kitchen utensils in the world, masters all cooking skills and cooking methods, and has the prototype of all ingredients! And also has the treasure to restrain the half-step chef god!

How can such a monster win? "

As a chef, Samanda has long been shocked by Gilgamesh's terrifying aura, and now she doesn't even dare to let go of half a fart.

In the end, Karna turned directly into stars and disappeared into the air, and Guwahati and Samanda fled in panic.

Gilgamesh showed disdain.

"Son of the Sun? Half-step Cook God? It's just this level. It's pretty good to use it to pass the time a little."

Looking at such a strong Gilgamesh, the same idea came to mind whether it was Erina who was watching or Tosaka Toshiki who was passing through the screen.

‘This Holy Pot War is sure to win!’

The moment Karna disappeared, the Indian representative who was staring at the screen sat back on his seat with a look of dejection.

He was so prepared that he even let a dragon chef get involved, but he was swept the first day.

India lost all its face this time.

The Indian representative has fully anticipated his fate. India lost a person this time, so it must find a scapegoat to explain to the senior management.

Guwahati is a dragon chef, and his status is unfair. Samanda is too light, so his representative is just right.

The Indian representative looked at the ceiling of the conference room with his eyes blank. Now he could start to consider whether to sell flying cakes or magic oil after being fired.

Representatives from other countries also had different expressions, looking at Tosaka Shishi, who was sitting in the corner with complicated expressions, with elegant movements and unfathomable faces.

"Your country is hiding it very deeply."

Romania's representative face has some cramps.

He thought that his country and India were well prepared, and the final winner would also be between them, and as a result, he became a clown in the eyes of others.

What a god!

Tosaka Toshita smiled slightly.

“Humility is a virtue of our country.”
Chapter completed!