Success Always Calls for a Celebratory Feast

Hill's heartfelt joy spread to everyone around him.

Indeed, celebrating good fortune with a feast was a universal ritual in every world. Toril was no exception.

"Very well, sir. We'll use the meat and fresh fruit we brought ourselves to prepare some Telashir-style dishes!" Liszt appeared in midair and asked with a smile, "Would you like some of the fruit wine you brewed yourself? The batch you made before leaving Telashir has just reached its finest age."

"Excellent." Hill nodded in satisfaction.

As for what Telashir-style meant, it was really just the cuisine brought by the Undead.

Telashir, especially Salar, had nothing but roasted meat and stewed meat, followed by vegetable soup and all sorts of salads. At most, the only difference was the amount of seasoning.

The true feasts had actually all been brought by the Undead.

Faerûn was much the same, except its ingredients were more abundant and its spices more varied, giving the food a little more flavor.

In the end, it all came down to the ingredients.

Lynn and Telly both looked interested. This was the first time Hill had intended to entertain them with specialties from that world.

"Papa Hill~" Aglaia asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly move up the purification?"

"Khelben." After briefly explaining what Blackstaff had done this time, Hill slowly said, "Although his methods this time are filthy and disgusting, they're actually harder to deal with than last time.

But if I ignore it, my conscience won't allow me to tolerate it."

Though the method was rather crude, the result was fairly good.

Having been tempered by all the absurd nonsense in Telashir, Aglaia quickly understood Hill's actions.

But the dragon and Elf over there looked utterly bewildered.

They could not understand the point of Blackstaff's actions.

Nor did they believe Tyr's