Couldn't Become a Whale

After releasing the Rock Peak Giant Python's corpse, Mel stepped forward with his sword and began dismantling it. He split open the hard, rocky exterior of its body and cut in through the gaps between the softer scales on its belly.

After separating the snake meat from the scales, he left the rest to the chef.

The chef stepped forward, cut the snake meat into evenly sized chunks, then placed them into a pressure cooker with water and various spices before stewing them under high pressure.

Mel walked aside to wait.

To the four members of the party, it was hard to believe that Mel was actually an Archmage. The only explanation they could think of was that he belonged to one of the long-lived races.

After all, the only person who had earned the title of Archmage at such a young age was Mage Guweiste back then. In all these years, they had never heard of another genius that young.

Still, no one deliberately pried into such matters. It was someone else's privacy, and one had to show sufficient respect toward the strong.

For now, they only needed to sort out their backpacks and wait for the meal. None of them had ever tasted Rock Peak Giant Python meat before.

After a long wait, it was finally time to eat. Once the pressure cooker was vented and carefully opened, its fragrance immediately spilled out, and a rich meaty aroma filled the air.

The other pot contained rice. The grains from the south were plump and seemed larger than the varieties from the Gard Empire. They were also softer and stickier when eaten.

Mel quickly received a bowl as well. Following his usual habit, he placed it in his inventory, checked its basic attributes, and began eating after confirming that