"The person in front of you is the great Lord Joel Stara Igukuno." Krasu introduced loudly.

"Evil dragon...?" Normank couldn't help blurting out.

The evil dragon originally announced on the notice board was not within the scope of Normank's concern.

But as it became impossible to identify the adventurer who killed the dragon, the incident became more and more serious, causing a commotion throughout the city.

The chefs at Viscount Lelligan's residence also discussed this matter. They were familiar with the dragon name Joel Starla Igukuno.

But the moment he blurted out, Nomank realized his situation. Crassus, who originally had a dull look, was now glaring angrily.

Normank hurriedly knelt on the ground, trembling with his bloated body.

"Don't get too excited, Crassus."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Crassus bowed and stepped back slightly.

Normank stared blankly at the sight of a tall, rugged-looking guy practicing standard and delicate butler etiquette.

It gave him the feeling that even Viscount Lelligan's butler was not so standardized.

Before Joel turned his head, Normank lowered his head.

"What you cook is delicious...?" Joel asked softly, his pupils also focused on Nomank's body, looking at it.

A guy who looks very fat, the food should be good, Joel made a judgment.

"very nice."

Nomank bit the bullet and said the answer. It was an extremely arrogant answer, but he looked cowardly when he said it.

But this is also a last resort. Normank, who has served the nobles, knows that being humble in front of big people is just a stupid way to hide your own value. On the contrary, arrogant answers will reveal your own value. Fortunately, the other party is not fancy

Having lost two pieces of his own flesh, this is already great news.

Joel nodded happily. In short, it sounded like he had delicious food again. He had never had a good meal after leaving the tribe.

"Do you think these materials are enough?" Joel pointed to the food spread on the ground prepared by the goblins.

Normank's eyes immediately opened up...

"Gobi tiger's legs, Mangla sand scorpion's tailbone, and gerbil...!" He mumbled about the food randomly placed on the ground.

Even in the residence of Viscount Leligen, such rare ingredients cannot be found.

Each ingredient comes from a powerful monster. Their strong strength, coupled with the environment they live in, makes it difficult for powerful adventurers to capture them.

I'm afraid only the king's palace has so many rare materials.

Normank, who loves cooking, wandered around the ingredients excitedly until he saw a burnt steak. He couldn't help but said: "Who made this terrible food?"

Feeling guilty, he broke away from the excitement and looked at Joel anxiously.

"Is it bad? That was done by Igna. It was bad enough."

Joel naturally threw the pot on Igna. In fact, he imitated Igna for this dish.

Obviously, he failed. In terms of taste, Igna's food was at least edible, but his... was simply thrown aside.

"...It's terrible! Even my daughter has to cook better than that man. He is a terrible cook. The food that passes through his hands is no different from what is excreted..."

"Ahem..." Crassus coughed a few times.

How could he allow the slander to continue as he had witnessed Lord Yoel's cooking with his own eyes, but he could not expose Lord Yoel's lies, so he had to resort to this method to silence Normank.

Nomank looked at Crassus awkwardly and asked cautiously: "Did you do it?"

The most important reason why he surrendered was because Krasusuna's body was several times stronger than his, and his fists were probably very hard.

"No." Crassus shook his head, "It's another Lord Dragon."

Dragon...? He thought it was another chef who was competing with him for a job, so he worked so hard to smear him.

Normank couldn't help but shiver.

"Start cooking," Joel urged.

Nomank looked at Joel hesitantly, "Now...?"

"Now." Joel nodded.

"But I don't have any tools, and I still need to make a fire."

Joel stared at Nockman with evil eyes, and the feeling... made his scalp numb.

"Can't you breathe fire? Can't you use making tools? This is not the most basic common sense of magic."

Basic common sense? The proportion of magicians in human society is less than 1%. How can you make more than 99% of other people feel so embarrassed?

Not to mention spitting fire, that should be called the dragon's breath.

Nomank shook his head like a rattle, and even Crassus shook his head this time.

"Sir Joel, not all humans can do magic."

"It seems like this, Dacob, Demi and Dominic don't know how to do it." Joel scratched his head with his paws, "My impression remains in the tribe, they all know magic..."

"This is none of your business, it's all because this chef is too stupid." Crassus said seriously.

This sentence made Normank want to refute but didn't dare. Too stupid? Well, other chefs are just as stupid as him.

No magician wants to become a chef. Even magic apprentices will be recruited by nobles. They don't have to worry about making a living at all.

"Do you need any tools?" Joel asked.

Normank shook his head, "I was asked to prepare the tools when I came here...I need to prepare."

"Do you have anything else to ask for?"

Nomank was in a daze. He thought for a moment and said, "Can my family live with me?"

"No problem..." Joel agreed without hesitation. He also thought about Long Ma. He still had a good impression of people who were attached to the family.

Just agreed like that? Nomank always found it a bit unbelievable. But through the conversation with Joel, Nomank discovered that Joel Starla Igukuno, the wanted dragon, was actually a rational person.

Dragon, he is not as cruel as described, and is even somewhat rational and kind.

In fact, due to the too tense relationship, he had behaved out of control more than once, but he was not punished even once, and everything seemed so logical.

Perhaps, what he should consider now is how to cook good food, turn the rare ingredients in front of him into delicious dishes, and use this method to show value and repay Lord Long's favor.

"Go and get ready." Joel ordered, and he walked outside to prepare for a new round of exercise.

After he left, Crassula passed through Nomank.

"What do you want me to do...?" Normank asked cautiously.

"Do you know how to adjust a balanced diet?"

"got it."

Many nobles will request meals that are both delicious and not fattening, such as Viscount Lelligan.

"Then for the food you are going to prepare next, I like your cooking direction to be...increasing height!"

"Increase...?" Normank was stunned.

"Your Excellency Joel, he has been troubled by his height. I suspect that the recent frequent exercise may have something to do with it. As a personal servant, it is my task to think about Lord Joel." Crassus solemnly confessed, "I hope you

Consider this... your mission."
Chapter completed!