A Contest of Cuisine [Fourth Update]

Even surrounded by several tall men, Ye Ting remained perfectly calm, leisurely continuing to sample the food of this era.

Although he could tell that all four of them were extraordinary, with even a son of a god among them, to him, even if they were legendary-stage warriors, they were not opponents worth taking seriously.

There were four men surrounding them.

The first was tall and powerfully built, with a square face and broad features. His thick beard made him look especially imposing, and he was the one who had praised Iolcus's cuisine.

Another was just as strong as him, but clearly much younger. What drew the most attention was his head of golden curls.

Compared with the first two, the third was somewhat leaner. He had black hair, a handsome yet melancholy face, and held a lyre in his arms the entire time.

The fourth looked like the least capable fighter among the four. Draped in black robes, he appeared refined and scholarly, with long pale hair and a strange staff in hand. At first glance, he looked like a mage.

The bearded man who had been called a bumpkin most harshly was the first to stride forward aggressively. "Hey, woman, what gives you the right to say that? How am I a bumpkin?"

The man's tone was vicious. If an ordinary person had been the one under his glare, they would probably have wet themselves from his towering build, powerful presence, and ferocious appearance.

But who was Circe? The Mischief King of Mystra Academy, a witch doted on by several goddesses since childhood. How could she fear a few simple-minded louts? She immediately shot back, "You call food like this a delicacy? With taste like yours, what else should I call you but a bumpkin?"

Circe's willingness to