Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills - v5 Chapter 93

Vivienne and Fafuna have already drunk most of their wine.

With a little wine, the conversation between the two girls continued to deepen.

“Then… what should I do if you say Favna?”

“Do you want to understand? I have some books that only adults can read. If you want to understand, you can read those books?”

“Well—what book?”

“Yes, I have a few great stocks under the bed in the Golden Oak City bedroom. It’s a pity… I don’t have it on hand. Oh! Or else! Let’s go to Silver Shield Harbor tomorrow, in a city of that size, sure There are channels to get those books!”

“What channel… You haven’t answered me yet, what kind of book is it…”

Even though the surrounding light is dim, the crimson on Miss Fairy’s white face is still conspicuous, and it is not clear whether it was because of shyness or drunkenness.

It is also possible to have both.

“Hi! Don’t ask so much. You’ll know when you go to Silver Shield Port with me tomorrow!”

“But…but ah…”

“No, but we will go to Silver Shield Port early tomorrow morning! Vivienne! It is imperative to defend your hard-won feelings! Come on, let’s finish the wine!”

Miss Alchemist forcibly clinked glasses with Vivian, and then killed the last half of [Margaret] in one bite.

Tomorrow, I will go to Yindun Port to buy “Books for Adults”.

Regardless of whether Vivian’s feelings need to be “defended”.

It sounds absurd, but it is inexplicably reasonable to teach people who are in love how to fall in love for people who have not been in love.

It’s just that, whether this kind of skills taught by a love mentor who seems to be an expert but is actually a layman is useful, and how useful it can be, is unknown.

Behind the bar, the proprietress of the bar was wiping the empty wine glasses again and again, while looking at Vivian and Favna in the corner.

Ling has been operating a bar for several months and has developed a sense of eating melons comparable to the “gossip radar”.

Looking at the expressions of Vivian and Favna from a distance, Ling knew that there must be a big melon to eat in their exchanges!

Unfortunately.

The voices of their speeches are really too low, and the music in the bar has overshadowed part of the sound. Even if the bell cranes her neck and **** up her little gossip ears, it will not help.

I can’t hear anything at all.

Reluctantly, Ling could only put down the shiny glass of wine with a sense of boredom: “I don’t know what they said. Alas, it’s boring.”

…

At the same time of peace and tranquility here in Eatontown.

On the eastern border of the Tazan Empire, which is on the border with Dona.

The flames of war are spreading in this area.

Ordinary people who are unable to resist will always be the biggest victims under the operation of the war machine. Their personal lives are worthless under the macro war.

Many people will die like livestock, meaninglessly affected by the war.

To the east of Tazan, many villages and towns have been severely affected by the war, the most direct being attacked and destroyed by Dona’s army, and some were plundered by small groups of Tazan deserters and bandits.

Besides.

There are bonuses for war, famine.

Tazan is not originally a resource-rich country, and food reserves and sources in border villages and towns are even lower.

Because of the effects of the war, food in tracts of villages and towns was looted and destroyed. Because of the regional food shortage, a large number of war refugees appeared.

These refugees wandered east of Tazan, further expanding the impact of the famine.

Thousands of miles in white land, hungry and perished.

This is a true portrayal of the tragic famine east of Tazan.

Of course, in a sense, this large-scale famine is somewhat unusual.

It is developing so fast that it makes people suspect that apart from the war factor, there is an invisible hand behind it that is contributing to the flames.

This kind of abnormal development will naturally be highly valued by the Holy See.

Therefore, they sent a manpower to the east of Tazan to investigate.

The leader of the investigation team was the Bishop Daya, who was supposed to be responsible for the management of the Northland Diocese of the Dona Empire.

Somewhere to the east of Tazan, a village destroyed by war.

The original field here was scorched by the fire, leaving only a piece of scorched soil.

It was dusk when Daya came here with Valenrian, a bishop east of Tazan, and a few local priests.

On the branches of a bare and twisted half-dead tree at the entrance of the village, a few ragged bodies were hung up and were smelling.

Several crows were leaping on the corpse, pecking at the rotten meat.

Daya stood at the entrance of the village, glanced at the ruined and cruel scene, then silently retracted her gaze.

“Is the information correct? Confirm that the group of people have appeared here?” She asked another bishop beside her.

“According to the informant’s information, those who are suspected of pursuing a purposeful expansion of the famine did appear here. Also, people here saw some humanoid monsters wriggling their bodies and gnawing everything like crazy, um, that is. Fallen… Judging from the current situation, there are fallen people appearing in many places to the east of Tazan. This massive famine is inseparable from those monsters.”

“In addition, I can feel that there is a very unusual surging of magical power in this village.”

Bishop Valenrian, east of Tazan, was an ordinary-looking male in his 30s. His ability to perceive is outstanding, and he can be regarded as one of the best in the Holy See.

Although the same bishop, Valenrian’s attitude towards Daya is very respectful, as if he were inferior and inferior.

It can be seen that Lori White’s prestige and influence in the Holy See are still quite high.

“I see, let’s go in. Valenrian will trouble you to find the place where the residual magic power is strongest in this village.” Daya nodded at him.

“give it to me.”

The group entered the village slowly.

There are no living people or any surviving domestic animals in the village, but scavenging crows and hyenas are very active here.

After exploring for about half an hour, Valenrian led everyone to the center of the village, a wide area similar to a small square.

You can see the rotting corpse and bloodstains all over the floor here. The bloodstains are concentrated at the center point. It seems that there was a pattern of blood once, but it was later destroyed.

It’s hard to imagine what happened here.

“Probably it is here.” Valenrian rubbed his temples, showing a bit exhausted, “It feels very bad for me, but I can’t tell…”

Several priests were silent.

Lori Baimao didn’t reply, she just stood in the square and tried to feel the magic surging in the air.

Her perception was far less sensitive than Valenrian’s, but it seemed that there were some strange faint fluctuations in the square.

After weighing it for a while, Daya took out her turbid purple crystal ball.

“Please lean to the side.” She said to the people on the side.

Others naturally followed suit.

The crystal ball floated out of thin air and stopped in front of Daya’s chest, emitting a faint purple light from it, spreading towards the periphery.

In the place shrouded in purple light, blurry images began to appear, people’s shadows layered on top of each other, and messy human voices could be heard.

Some are crying, some are cursing, some are wailing.

This is Daya’s other ability besides the control of dreams. It uses its own magical power and the reaction of the surrounding environment to restore images of things that have happened in the place.

In layman’s terms, it is equivalent to looking at “adjustment and monitoring”.

Daya’s ability also has its limits, and can only view images within the seven days before the incident. Moreover, the longer the distance, the more blurred the image will be, and it will be more mental and magical to restore it.

In the image restored by Daya, the figure and the firelight moved together, and the time of the image flowed as if the accelerator key was pressed, circling quickly.

When the video time was set back to a certain point in time, Daya, who was holding the crystal ball in her hand, frowned, feeling it.

She gently pressed the amethyst ball down, and the surrounding purple light began to gather back towards her, and the images that flowed quickly slowed down.

“Probably this time period.” Daya took a deep breath.

Valenrian and the others began to look around, and some phantom figures could be seen standing scattered in the square, most of them wearing black clothes.

The images of these people in black are a little blurry, with white spots like snowflakes, and occasionally the picture is distorted and twisted unrealistically.

Under the feet of these people, **** corpses could be seen, and flames spread around them.

There were dozens of shabby-clothed villagers who were **** with twine like livestock, gathered together and fell to the ground groaning and crying.

In front of these villagers, there was a man in black standing. Although he can’t see his appearance, he can be judged to be a middle-aged man, who seems to be the leader of all the people in black.

At the foot of this leader, there is a sacrificial circle painted with blood.

The center of the circle seems to be a symbol of balance.

Looking at this scene, Hutuotuo is the scene of a cult offering sacrifices.

“From the Apocalypse Cult?” Daya murmured.

Bishop Valenrian did not speak, but his face was not very beautiful. Several local priests looked at each other, but they did not dare to disturb Daya, so he just silently watched the follow-up development of the illusory image in front of him—

I saw that the black-clothed leader who couldn’t see his face stood quietly for a long time, and at a certain point in time suddenly raised his hands, his tone was a little crazy:

“You will become the servants of the greatest and noble famine lord. Become his blood, become his flesh, and you will spread the oracle of our lord and bring disaster and hunger to every corner of the world!”

“Go! Go! The Lord is watching us, He will come, he will clear the world, he will set things right, and he will bring a real new life to all of us!”

The suspected leader of the Apocalypse Order spoke an unclear word to the villagers who were tied to the ground.

The blood formation under his feet gave out strange, black brilliance that seemed to be able to swallow everything and make people degenerate.

Then, the other people in black also reacted. They were originally standing on wood, but in the process of the leader’s speech, they also fell into a frenetic excitement.

For many of them, the flesh and blood under their skin began to squirm and twist.

“The Lord loves you and loves those equally. Even if you are as humble as ants, He will still accept you.” The leader of the apocalypse preached.

Then, from under his black clothes, there was a faint black air radiating out.

This black air may be a bit unfamiliar to Daya and Bishop Valenrian, but if Don or Meyer and others are present, it can be clearly identified—

This is the black mist belonging to [Famine]!

Although there is a difference in concentration and contained power, I don’t know how many grades, but this black mist definitely belongs to [Famine].

absolute!

The flesh and blood on the leader of the apocalypse also began to squirm and twist, and the black famine mist spread towards the surroundings, engulfing and swallowing all the villagers who seemed to be used for living sacrifices.

Next, in the restored image, only the tragic howling remained.

The villagers who were wrapped in the black mist, feared and desperate, screamed.

The cry lasted for about two minutes, and then stopped strangely.

“Hungry… so hungry…”

“Eat, eat…”

In the dark fog where I can’t see the specific situation, there are dreamlike voices. In addition to this, there is also a permeating gnawing sound.

Kazhaki —

The leader of the apocalypse seemed to be satisfied with everything in front of him, he put down his raised hand, and the black mist around him slowly dissipated.

At this time, you can see the status of those villagers clearly.

One by one, they have lost their human outlines and turned into humanoid monsters wriggling flesh and blood. Because the body has lost its shape, most of the hemp rope tied to them has been broken away.

“Hungry… I’m so hungry…”

“Let me eat…let me eat…”

These humanoid monsters repeated the same words in their mouths, unconsciously began to move, some of them were close, and they started to gnaw at each other!

This kind of nauseating, powerful picture. Several local priests who followed Daya to see past images were physically unwell.

Bishop White Lori and Bishop Valenrian, although they don’t recognize the black mist of [Famine]. But this kind of humanoid monsters who are squirming in flesh and blood and controlled by their hunger instincts still understand it.

The fallen.

Affected by the evil **** of the apocalypse, a fallen person who has not turned back into a human being!

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They even became more excited.

“Enshrine to my lord and spread disasters and hunger to farther places!” The leader of the apocalypse shouted hoarse in his crazy tone.

In front of him, the fire flickered, and the monster kept howling.

The fallen are carrying all kinds of negative and desperate emotions. Their appearance will spread hunger wildly. Any ordinary people who have been in contact with them will become gluttony even if they have not been assimilated.

They will eat frantically, and in the process some people can survive until the end of the hunger.

And some people, in the midst of the unstoppable gluttony, will eat themselves until their belly breaks, and they will live to death.

This is no secret among the upper echelons of the church.

Dorn and the others encountered the fallen pirates in the Sea of ​​Storms before, because they were trapped on the islands, and they did not further spread the famine throughout the Storm Islands.