Munch, munch, munch.
"You tell me, who came up with this stuff?"
Munch, munch, munch.
In the kitchen of Aurelius's Mage Tower, Margaret was wolfing down freshly baked crispy sausages.
She had never imagined sausages could taste like this.
Their golden, crisp skins gleamed with a layer of rich oil, without the slightest unpleasant smell.
One bite took her from the crunch of the casing to the softness within, then ended with a slight chewiness when it snapped apart. The texture was wonderfully layered. Fat burst across her mouth, releasing a rich fragrance in an instant, accompanied by the mellow, complex notes of herbs.
It kept the sausage from becoming overly greasy, and there was even a faint sweet aftertaste at the end.
As long as she overcame the disgust of knowing it was made from organs and simply did not think about it, it was practically perfect food.
"It's so delicious!"
Margaret sighed in satisfaction.
This was too miraculous.
It was practically magic. Toss a bunch of random herbs, fruits, and other things into a pot, boil them, brush on a layer of something, then bake it, and it became crispy.
And there was blood that congealed under high heat. She had always thought blood only coagulated at low temperatures.
Alchemy—this was alchemy!
Though she had never truly studied alchemy, she had not eaten dragon meat, but surely she had seen dragons fly.
Jia Xiu's methods felt no different from those alchemists who stirred giant vats.
Except what he stirred up tasted better.
The potions those alchemists stirred up were generally despair-inducing just from the smell, and drinking them required no small amount of mental preparation.
"I feel like it's a waste for you to be a Warlock. Why not switch careers and become a chef?"
"Indeed."
Elizabeth agreed