Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 118: Fertile Plains
"The food will actually...be refilled, and the drinks too."

Lake Poro and his companions were also surprised when they saw the travelers eating.

As I watched, the aroma of the food became stronger and stronger.

"Can these foods that appear out of thin air really be eaten?"

Lake was stunned for a moment and said.

But after all, these people have gone through countless hardships and will not easily eat the food on the table.

"It should be possible, right? I've seen people coming out of here. They've eaten the food here and made it out alive, so... these things that come from angels shouldn't be a problem."

Veteran Invi thought about it and speculated.

The Poro stared closely at the travelers who were eating. It should be out of respect for the god who provided the food. Although they ate quickly, they still maintained a certain posture and did not completely lose their etiquette.

Every bite you put into your mouth will be savored carefully.

Although it seems that these meals still have a strange attraction to them, this is still within the normal range and should not be the influence of magic.

Lake and the others patiently watched a traveler finish the dish in front of them.

He patted his slightly bulging belly, burped, and leaned back comfortably in the chair.

The circles around his eyes turned red.

"Thank you, thank God."

Poro raised his eyebrows in surprise. Based on the style that this world has always displayed, he thought that these "free" unlimited foods would have some impact on people.

But if the traveler in front of him was affected by the possible curse in the food, he would never stop so naturally.

Isn't it magic that makes people feel hungry?

Just now, when the travelers were eating, Poro used a magic technique from the Queen's notes to investigate, but he didn't know whether the magic contained in the food was complicated or there was no magic in the reset food.

In short, Poro only sensed the magical fluctuations at the moment the food was reset.

There was nothing unusual about the rest.

"Don't you want to eat?"

After the traveler finished eating, he looked at Lake and the others standing behind him and looking at him. He took in Lake's clothes and Lake's fair skin, and suddenly something seemed to occur to him.
"Oh, you guys didn't come here because you're hungry, did you?"

The traveler thought of this and touched his nose awkwardly, "Uh, don't laugh at me, I know some of the people who come here are just like me, really hungry.

There are also some... adventurers like you who seek miracles, magic, and the like."

The traveler smiled. After eating, he didn't seem to be abnormal. After eating, he became more talkative.
"I used to be a farmer, working the land. Although it was tiring, I could still eat my fill... But then, a guy with magic killed the king of my kingdom."

The traveler shook his head. "After that, taxes became increasingly heavy. My land was seized by those who only cared about currying favor with the nobles. It's already...

It has been a long time since I had such a delicious meal. I spent the rest of my family's money to come to this place.

Even if these meals are just ordinary bread, or stones and wood disguised as delicacies... I can still eat them."

After hearing this, the Poros seemed to be thinking about something.

The few travelers in front of him who had eaten did not seem to have any major problems.

Perhaps I was overthinking it? Were these delicacies truly edible?

But the old soldier did not come here to eat this time. He wanted to find the "angel" he mentioned. Poro and Lake, thinking of the story of the "Candy House", did have some doubts about the "angel" the old soldier mentioned.

I have quite a lot of food with me, so there's no need to eat these magical foods so early.

Thinking of this, Poro picked up a piece of leftover dried meat, put it in his mouth, and took a light bite.

But before taking the second bite, he froze—

Before his eyes, the dried meat that he had bitten off began to recover rapidly!
Just like... those infinitely resetting delicacies on the dining table!
"what?"

The Poro hesitated for a moment, then carefully tore off a small piece of the dried meat in front of him and put it into his mouth.

The taste is exactly the same as before.

The taste did not change at all. A piece of dried meat that was torn off in front of me returned to normal after a few seconds, but the meat strip in my mouth did not disappear.

Most magic has a "dosage" problem.

This is obtained from the Bishop's "Theory of Magic", and people who have more contact with magic often have higher magic resistance.

It can also withstand higher doses of magic.

Many experienced spellcasters can judge the ingredients in a drop of potion by subtle smell or taste.

Poro thought for a moment and swallowed the dried meat in his mouth.

But until the dried meat went down his throat and into his stomach, under the impact of his own magic power, he did not find any signs of magic power at all, which means...

This reset piece of meat was very ordinary, no different from the meat he ate every day!

"What's wrong, Poro? Did you feel anything?"

Lake asked curiously, looking at Poro's pensive expression.

"Lake, are there any more wild fruits I picked from the roadside this morning?"

"wild fruit?"

Lake took out a fruit that looked like an apple from the carriage box and handed it to Poro, "What's wrong, Poro?"

The Poro took a bite of the apple and held it in front of his eyes.

Like the jerky, this apple also recovered quickly!

“I think all food may have a resetting quality here.”

Lake and the veterans also saw the restored apple in Poro's hand and showed a hint of surprise:
"That is to say..."

"The food on the table might be ordinary food, but here, it has been given..."

Poro recalled for a moment and said, "It resets after being eaten, and it won't decay or get stained by dust?"

Thinking of this, Poro walked up to the dining table, looked at the food on it, picked up a small piece of cake, put it to his mouth, and took a light bite.

Then, his eyes widened!
"What's wrong, Poro?"

Seeing Poro's expression at this moment, Lake asked worriedly.

"I am fine."

Poro came back to his senses and swallowed the cake in his mouth, "But, this cake is really delicious."

The moment he took a bite of the cake, he could understand why the previous travelers were attracted to these foods.

Because... they do taste good.

It was much more delicious than the food that Poro and Lake had eaten in the taverns they had passed by along the way during their travels!

Whoever made this cake must have been a professional chef.

……

The wheat fields on both sides began to roll up waves.

They are growing much better than what Lake and the others have seen in the outside world.

"Is it tasty?"

Poro looked at Lake, who was holding a piece of pastry in her hand and taking small bites of it.

“It’s really delicious.”

The pastries that were previously on the table can also be regenerated after being taken away.

After confirming that these foods did not contain any direct magic, several people also tasted the food briefly. However, those delicacies that were just "greeting gifts" were much more delicious than those in the outside world.

So...what about inside the city?
Lake and his companions did not come here to eat, so they headed to the center of the fertile plains as quickly as possible.

As for Hansel and Gretel, if they really want to live in this plain for a long time... it would be better to live in the city and be with more people.

The road was very smooth and the carriage was moving much faster.

Soon, some gray buildings appeared at the end of the field of vision. It was a small town. Several people also saw the people living in the fertile plains.

They looked a little fat, and most of them had rosy faces from having eaten a lot.

The aroma of delicious food emanated from it. Although Lake and the others were not too hungry, they still felt their taste buds being aroused by the rich aroma.

"Is it barbecue? It also smells like some cake, so nice!"

Seeing Lake and his companions coming, some townspeople smiled and waved. In the town, there were also many tables and chairs, on which were placed various foods and dishes, emitting heat and fragrance in the air.

"You are from outside the plains, right?"

A chubby resident, his eyes squeezed shut by the flesh on his face, looked at Lake and the others cheerfully.

"Yes, sir."

Lake nodded.

Here, the possibility of being recognized as a traveler is definitely not small. After all, most local residents look ruddy in complexion or even overweight due to their diet.

And none of the people here carry swords, bows, crossbows, or anything like that like Rek Poro.

The carriage that Lake and his companions were riding in also revealed the identity of the travelers.

"We are here to find... the angel who brought you miracles. Can you tell us how we can see her?"

"Angel... Oh, you mean the angel who saved us from the suffering of famine?"

The somewhat overweight townsman nodded in understanding, "On the Plenty Plains, only those chosen as 'Saints' can see the Angel."

"Saint?"

Seeing that the townsman did not answer, Lake hurriedly took out a gold coin and wanted to hand it to the fat townsman.

Unexpectedly, the "gold coins" that had always been successful hit a wall this time.

"Hey, no, who needs this kind of money in our Plenty Plains?"

The townspeople waved their hands, smiled, and continued, "Many people want to see the angel. In the past, there were even pilgrims who wanted to see him, but they all returned empty-handed.

But you came at the perfect time. You will have a chance to meet the Angel soon!"

The townsman said, a sly glint in his eyes, "How about you do me a small favor and I'll tell you?"

"busy?"

Lake and the others were stunned for a moment. "Of course, if it doesn't take too much energy..."

"No waste, of course not!"

As the fat townsman spoke, he led a few people to a house a few steps away. In front of the house, a long wooden dining table was also filled with a wide variety of food.

Some food was placed at the back, and in the front were several plates of pastries of shapes never seen before.

"You look like travelers who have traveled to many places. Outsiders like you are rare."

The fat townsman looked at the few people and said, raising his head and revealing his double chin.

Then he raised his chubby finger and pointed at the dishes of food placed in the front of the table. "These pastries are my latest creations. Can you try them for me and give me your opinion?"

"Ah...of course."

When Lake and the others heard this, they were all stunned. Then, Lake picked up a spoon, gently scooped off a little bit of the red pastry, and put it into his mouth.

Then, his azure eyes suddenly lit up.

"good to eat!"

"Anything else? Can you be more specific and tell me more about your feelings?"

The fat townsman's eyes lit up and he said expectantly.

"Uh, a little thinner?"

Lake thought for a moment and said, "It tastes like strawberries, with a moist and soft texture, and it's icy cold."

"anything else?"

The townsman continued to ask.

"besides?"

Lake was stunned for a moment, thought about it, but finally gave up and shook her head. "It's really delicious, but I don't know how to describe it."

"That's okay. How does it compare to pastries you've had before?"

The fat townsman then asked.

"I'm sorry, I haven't eaten these things before, but what you made is one of the best things I've ever eaten!"

Lake thought for a moment and said.

"Well, looking at your skin, I thought you might be a noble lady or something..."

The fat townsman shook his head in disappointment, but soon his expression disappeared. He pointed to the various delicacies on the table in front of his house and said,

"It's okay. Delicious food is meant to be eaten. How about this? You guys try my other food first, and then I'll tell you about it."

So Lake and the others sat at the table in front of the fat townsman and started eating.

"Are you a chef, sir?"

Lake tasted another plate of pastries, which had another, slightly sweet blueberry flavor.

"Chef? Haha, on this plain, everyone can be a chef. Our food will never be eaten up. The ingredients are endless. The most delicious dishes are the ones that everyone can eat.

In such a situation, who would still eat tasteless black bread?

Don't look at me like this, I used to...

I'm just an ordinary baker, making black bread, but here, maybe I can hope to become a 'saint'!"

The fat townsman said with a smile.

"Saint?"

Lake and the others had heard the fat townsman say this word for the second time. "So what exactly is a saint? It sounds like a clergyman?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to explain that to you guys."

The fat townsman slapped his head and explained, "Saints are the most respected here, because...

They are chefs recognized by the Angel!"

"Chef? Just... Chef?"

When Lake and the others heard this answer, they all opened their eyes wide.

"Don't underestimate the chefs. Here, only the chefs can make everyone feel more enjoyable. Moreover, every chef has divine powers bestowed by the angels!"

"Divine arts? Is it powerful?"

"This isn't some killing magic out there—you've come all this way, and you haven't seen anyone farming, have you? So, can you guess where the ingredients for our new food come from?"

"Uh, yes, indeed not. Was it shipped in from outside?"

"Of course not. They were all created by the saints chosen by the angels through divine magic."

"Creation? Creation out of nothing?"

"Of course not. These ingredients come from those foods that... no one likes because they taste bad."

The fat townsman said, "The saints will break down these low-quality foods into ingredients again!"

"so smart?!"

"If you become a saint, you will also gain such divine arts."

The fat townsman laughed, but then scratched his head, "By the way, the opportunity to meet the 'Saint' I just mentioned is also about this.

In the past few days, the selection of saints in the City of Miracles is about to begin again.

If you can become a saint through cooking, you will have the opportunity to see the angel..."

"what?"

Lake and the others opened their eyes wide at the same time, as if they had suddenly arrived in a world with a different style.

"It's okay. Even though you haven't even eaten cakes before, if you stay here longer, you might become a saint, right?"

The fat townsman thought of what Lake had said earlier and quickly added, "After all, anyone can be a chef."

"Okay, thank you sir for letting me know."

……

The fat townsman looked at the backs of Lake and the others as they left, smiled, sniffed the dishes he had cooked on the table, and with a hard heart, took out a few plates and threw them into a bag.

"Wait until the Saint arrives, and then dismantle these failed works...

By the way, who is the saint coming to town this time?
Never mind, that's not important. I just feel that... the number of Saints has been increasing faster recently, and there are a lot more spots available for Saint selection in the City of Miracles.

However, the updated food is becoming more and more delicious, and the new saints are indeed becoming more and more powerful!

That’s a really good thing!”

(End of this chapter)