Chapter 6 My profession is a chef

Everyone who has seen His Highness Cruise said that this eldest prince can be called a copy of His Majesty the Emperor. Whether in appearance, temperament or personality, Cruise is quite similar to the young Emperor Arthur, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it. So of course, His Majesty the Emperor favors this eldest son far more than other princes - as he said after one of the drunken words: "If I force me to choose an heir immediately, I will choose Cruise..."

In fact, this sentence contains two information - first, Emperor Arthur did not intend to establish a crown prince yet; second, from the moment, he thought Cruise was the most suitable. But unfortunately, many people only noticed the second information, so for a moment, His Highness Cruise suddenly became the hottest powerful figure. Even when he appeared in the suburbs anonymously, there were more than ten high-level powerful men accompanying him to guard...

"A guy who doesn't know how to cover up his sharpness will only become a stepping stone for others!" He sneered disdainfully in the air. Nicholas put away his bat wings and landed slowly, and his figure immediately returned to the appearance of a barbarian fighter. When he noticed his arrival, ten guards were alert, but Cruise, who was surrounded by the inner circle, coughed lightly and said lightly: "Everything comes! Mr. Nicholas, it's been a long time since we saw you!"

"No need to be polite, I'm here to inform you about something." Nicholas ignored Cruise's outstretched left hand and said hoarsely, "Speaker Catherine is very dissatisfied with your handling of arms smuggling, so our arms trade is over here. But as long as you can afford the price, Master Maldini will provide some new weapons, and I hope you don't mess up this matter again."

After being in power for a long time, Cruise couldn't help but frown slightly and showed a little anger. But he finally asked for it, so he quickly returned to normal and said lightly: "I'm sorry about the arms. No one expected that my father would send Junan to conduct a secret investigation. Fortunately, I have destroyed all the evidence. As for Master Maldini, please tell him and ask him to restrain his practice of raising monsters as soon as possible. My father has vaguely noticed this strange phenomenon."

"No need to restrain yourself, because it has been exposed..." Nicholas sighed helplessly, turned to look in the direction of Miluo Reservoir, "If I hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid the location of the dungeon would have been tortured. Speaking of which, your two younger brothers are really good helpers - An Ruoran, you should have heard of this magic casting master!"

"Well, is it the one who helped Jun'an investigate the arms smuggling case?" Cruise raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression gradually became serious. He just got the news that this mysterious demon casting master and Jun'an returned to the imperial capital. Why did he get involved in the incident of raising monsters in the middle?

"I won't say much about it. In short, I hate this guy. You can find a way to suppress him." Nicholas sneered, but frowned slightly, "But don't hurt him for the time being, because Miss Christine is about to meet him. So, it's best to save his life before Miss Christine gets tired of this toy."

"Why, Miss Christine is coming to the imperial capital?" Cruise, who was calm at the ears of this name, was stunned, with a hint of surprise and ecstasy in his eyes. There is no doubt that this highness had some idea about the beauty caster - in fact, it was not only because of Christine's beauty, but also because of her identity...

"Hehe, I bet you can't touch her heart!" As if knowing Cruise's thoughts, Nicholas let out a harsh sarcastic laugh, then spread his bat wings and left straight. The wind and sand brought by the strong wind came to his face, and a purple-robed mage quickly opened the barrier and blocked the noisy dust. After a moment of silence, the mage couldn't help but snorted coldly and shouted: "Damn the half-demon, who did he think he was, and dared to be so rude to Your Highness!"

"Forget it, Phillips, who told us to ask for that Speaker?" Cruise looked gloomy and patted his confidant's shoulders. Unlike those who believed that he would become the crown prince, Cruise knew very well that the crisis surrounding him - His Majesty the Emperor did not intend to establish an heir, and although he was nearly seventy years old, his body was still too strong. Who knows how long this Majesty will remain in power, and who is sure that he will suddenly change his mind? At least judging from the situation in recent years, Junan and Artest are becoming more and more favored by him.

"Jun'an is good at winning over and winning people's hearts, and Artest is very popular with the military..." When he thinks of these two younger brothers who are eyeing him, Cruise feels a big headache. With the rise of the two of them, the advantages he has gradually established are gradually disintegrating; and worse, the woman is becoming more and more hungry, and she summoned herself to the palace five times this month alone, if the father knows...

Thinking of this, Cruise couldn't help but shudder, and at the same time he became more determined to form an alliance with Catherine. Everything depends on his own strength to control, and the emperor's throne cannot be waiting for others to take the initiative to give up. So what we need to do now is to build our own private army - there is no need to be too many people to avoid attracting the attention of the father, but every warrior must show high-level strength, which is the right way to fight against the 100,000 imperial guards in the imperial capital.

"For the strong, the difference between fifty soldiers and five hundred soldiers is to swing nine more swords." Cruise couldn't help but sigh deeply after silently reciting this famous saying of the theory of the strong. But it is not easy to cultivate hundreds of strong people. In addition to their own training, powerful weapons and rare treasures are also indispensable. This is the best way to solve problems in the short term.

"So, we still have to cooperate with Catherine." Thinking of the few pieces of equipment the speaker had provided him, Crews felt hot in his heart. He turned his head slightly and looked at the subordinates around him. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and ended his long memories. "Then, let's return to the capital as soon as possible and prepare to welcome Miss Christine and Mr. An Ruoran..."

"Ah Yeh!" As if feeling the resentment thousands of miles away, An Ruoran couldn't help but sneeze. Two seconds later, Weiya had already smiled and handed out a handkerchief, and Vivian even clapped her palms directly and said coquettishly: "Live for a hundred years! You must say this when you sneeze!"

"Yes, yes, life is a hundred years old!" An Ruoran read it helplessly, then turned his eyes to the barbecue in his hand. After staring at him for a few seconds, he finally couldn't help but touch his chin and sighed sincerely: "Okay, I'm 100% sure now. It's a waste that Gao Sen doesn't go to be a chef!"

"Nonsense! I'm a fucking chef, and I'm a fighter only when I'm amateur!" Hearing his praise, Gao Sen, who was roasting a giant crocodile, raised his head and stared at his eyes and spat heavily. Then, he waved his kitchen knife and divided dozens of barbecue, handed it to everyone who was still unsatisfied. Naya simply cheered and threw himself into the barbecue plate!

In fact, when this clumsy man claimed to treat him, everyone thought of the scene of eating raw meat and drinking blood. But beyond their expectations, Gao Sen was actually a very good cooking expert. At least the salt-salt crocodile he roasted now could make Vivian, who had the least appetite, ate three plates in a row. Thinking of this, An Ruoran had already had the idea of ​​collecting free brothers, but he soon had a shocking scene-

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Gao Sen picked up the barbecue of the same size as him. It took less than two minutes to swallow the meat and bones. The gods were on it, which was more than one hundred kilograms of barbecue! An Ruoran opened his mouth wide and asked with a little hesitation: "That... Sen, how many meals do you have to eat every day?"

"Not much!" Gao Sen cut off another piece of barbecue and stretched out a palm casually. "It's about five meals a day, and breakfast and midnight snacks are all different. Well, what are you asking about this and planning to treat me to a meal?"

"Eh... I understand!" Considering the gold coins in his pocket, An Ruoran immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking over my younger brother. Almost at the same time, Jun'an's voice suddenly came from a distance: "Mr. An, can you come here? We just searched the mage's residence and found some very interesting things."

An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, put down the barbecue and walked slowly. Behind Junan and Artest, several desolate demon casters were kneeling on their spot, with heavy ropes tied to them, which seemed to have been imprisoned for a long time. With the faint moonlight, An Ruoran suddenly saw the face of one of the men, and then couldn't help but shout: "Ruy, it's you!"

Even though nearly two months have passed, An Ruoran still has a deep impression of this early-level demon casting master who had served him for several days. When he heard An Ruoran's soft cry, Rui, who lowered his head and said silently, immediately raised his head, but after looking at the other person's appearance, he hesitated slightly: "You, you are..."

"I am Victor...the teacher's student, he once described your appearance to me." An Ruoran almost told the truth, but he barely changed his words when it was critical. Rui was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "Master Victor's student? Ah, are you Mr. An Ruoran?"

"That's right! That's right!" An Ruoran nodded repeatedly and quickly stepped forward to untie the rope for Rui. "The teacher once told me to find you to study casting technology. But it's very strange, why didn't you wait for me there, and why did you run to the Miluo Reservoir?"

"I'm indeed waiting for you." Rui took the water bag that Artest had reached, drank it in big mouthfuls before answering gasping, "But half a month ago, a white-robed mage came to the door with several dark creatures. They asked me why Master Maldini served me. I refused, but as soon as I turned around, they were sneak attacked from behind. When I woke up, I found myself in this place."

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