Lazy Grandmaster

"Can we eat the menu now?"

Serie blinked; even she found the current era somewhat incomprehensible.

"Mmm, it's delicious, Grandmaster."

Li Yan chewed on the abalone and lobster picture on the menu; it actually tasted like grapes.

"How strange, is it human magic?"

Solitär studied the menu with great interest.

"There must be some magical influence; I can feel a slight fluctuation of Mana on the menu."

Fern spoke earnestly, her eyes fixed on the menu. In her vision, as the menu was opened, wisps of Mana were slowly seeping out.

As the waiter brought all the dishes to the table, Frieren couldn't help but reach out her eager hand to eat the roast suckling pig placed in front of her.

The roast suckling pig's skin is still slightly warm, with a golden and crispy appearance and an enticing aroma.

As Frieren grasped the head of the roast suckling pig, the wrinkles and crispy skin created a unique texture, feeling both soft and crunchy to the touch.

The aroma was so enticing that Frieren didn't hesitate any longer. She took a bite, which produced a "crunch" sound. The crisp texture and tender, juicy meat made Frieren open her gaping maw again.

"Junior Sister, perform a scene of three people and a pig."

Li Yan, knife and fork in hand, elegantly dissected the roast suckling pig.

The roast suckling pig, with its golden-brown, crispy skin and perfectly cooked interior, is usually cut into chunks or slices for enjoyment. Of course, it can also be eaten whole, like Frieren, to savor its original flavor.

"Hehehe, watch me wipe them all out."

Frieren tried to open her mouth as wide as possible, hoping to devour it in one fell swoop, but clearly, Frieren overestimated herself.

"Lady Frieren, you're covered in oil. Although you have magic to remove the stains, it's best not to rely on it too much."

Like a mother hen, Fern took out a handkerchief and wiped the grease from Frieren's mouth. She could only gently scold Frieren for eating like a child.

Serie smiled gently as she watched Frieren and Fern, who looked like a mother and daughter.

"Grandmaster, you've become so lazy you won't even lift a finger. Don't rely too much on magic."

Li Yan fed the sliced pork to Serie blinked and ate it in one bite, muttering discontentedly, "Magic is just for your own convenience, you idiot A Yan, you don't know the true meaning of magic at all."

"The true essence of magic is not simply sitting back and waiting for food to be served."

Li Yan helplessly pinched her grandmaster Seria's fair and tender face. She didn't know if elves were born this way or if her grandmaster took good care of her, but her face felt chubby and soft, like squeezing a marshmallow.

"Watch me unleash my carnage, hiss hiss hiss!"

Aura commands the shrimp and crab soldiers on the table to fight each other. The losers will be eaten by Aura, saving them the trouble of peeling them.

Compared to Aura, Line quickly peeled the shells of the shrimp and crab soldiers, like a master peeler who had been skilled for decades. A lobster could not survive for more than ten seconds in her hands before it turned into a lump of white flesh.

Frieren ate a hearty dinner and gained a lot of weight, even her face looked a little chubby. Fern gently stroked Frieren's swollen belly.

"Frieren, you're such a loser, meow."

Aura looked at Frieren with a victorious expression. Compared to the Elf Clan, the Demons' digestive system seemed to be much more powerful. Despite eating just as much as Frieren, Aura's stomach didn't swell up at all.

"I'm so envious. Demons are so good at maintaining their figures; they can eat as much as they want and never gain weight."

Fern looked at Aura's body with envy. Compared to the Demons's body, Fern looked at his own slightly protruding belly, which had become much fatter and had some extra flesh.

A month after Serie arrived at the Castle, Lairen came to visit in person. Seeing Serie lounging leisurely in the old chair, he couldn't help but sigh as he walked over.

"President, you haven't been to the association for a month. There are still many things that need your attention."

Serie raised her head slightly, her squinting eyes slowly opening. "Didn't I leave everything to you? I'm not planning to go to the association this year. I need to keep an eye on A Yan to prevent him from running away again."

"President, you can't be so willful anymore. I can't make those decisions; you have to go in person."

Like a wronged little wife, Lairen lowered her head. In front of the petite and exquisite Serie, the old Lairen, who looked as frail as an ox, spoke very softly, not daring to raise her voice in front of Serie.

"This is so annoying. Are all the people in the association idiots? Can't they make decisions about anything? Anyway, I don't want to go. Whoever wants to go can go. Lairen, you figure it out yourself. I don't want to be the president of the Magic Continent Association anymore either. I'm passing the position to you."

Serie drank her cola with a look of utter dejection. She'd had enough of being a slave to the association for so long. Even though she only had to work for a few tens of minutes a day, being in the association felt like being in prison.

"This... this won't do, President."

Lairen's old face was contorted with a look of utter despair, and he dared not speak loudly. He could only pace back and forth like a wronged little dog.

"Go away, leave me alone."

Serie waved her hand and started to take a nap. Having experienced what it's like to stay at home, it's impossible for her to go back to work.

"Lairen, you should go back. No one can question our Grandmaster's decision. As her disciple, you should know this very well."

Li Yan chewed on beef jerky and said this. Having recently been accompanying his Grandmaster, he was very clear about Serie's current situation.

"Sigh, there are always people who can question the teacher's decision, but the concern is that he might not be willing to help."

Lairen sighed and looked in Li Yan's direction. Li Yan blinked in confusion for a moment, then realized what was happening and pointed to herself with a somewhat uncertain finger.

"I?"

Lairen nodded slightly.

"Don't joke around, Lairen. My Grandmaster wishes he could beat me up every day."

Li Yan chuckled and waved her hand.

"Teacher, she's missed you so much all these years... She comes every year... Awooo..."

Before Lairen could finish speaking, she was kicked hard in the butt.

"Lairen! Have I been too nice to you? Are you taking advantage of me?"

Serie squinted, a hint of annoyance in her eyes. This shameful thing had actually been told in detail by that old man, Lairen, right in front of her and A Yan.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I was wrong."

Lairen readily admitted his mistake and never brought up the past again.

Li Yan scratched his head and shook his head. "I won't persuade Grandmaster to do things she doesn't like. If the Magic Continent Association can't function without Grandmaster, then it should be disbanded as soon as possible. Also, Lairen, as Grandmaster's most prized disciple, you should do more."

Li Yan spoke calmly, not intending to stay long. In any case, he had no intention of persuading his Grandmaster to go back to work; if his Grandmaster got angry, he might even get beaten up himself.

Just kidding! Trying to persuade someone who doesn't want to work to go back to work is like trying to persuade a prostitute to reform or a respectable woman to engage in crooked practices.