Fairy’s Box

Obelisk. Dean's Room

"I think you should all know why I called you so late, right?" Dean Benedict rested his elbows on the brown-red tabletop, clenched his fingers tightly, and covered half of his face in the shadow of his hands.

Directly in front of him, separated by a desk, Nannet, Luya, Genevieve, Yale, and Iluncia looked at each other, and at the same time nodded:

"Yes."

"His Majesty the Emperor visits the Obelisk in person. This is the highest honor. You must be fully prepared to let His Majesty Romulus see the most perfect and energetic side of all the students!"

As he raised his head slightly, the reading glasses in the light flashed a sharp light, and his eyes fixed on the female chief standing on the far right: "Ilunzia, do you understand what I mean?"

"I will do my best to plan this event!" She said confidently, maintaining a perfect demeanor.

"As far as I know, His Majesty the wise Emperor doesn't want to see us welcome him with such a luxurious and luxurious lineup. What we need to do is to show our sincerity."

The old dean glanced at them with profound eyes, and said slowly and firmly:

"To maximize the strength of the students, let them organize this event spontaneously and cooperatively. I firmly believe that you can do it."

It always feels like you're trying to save money...

Including Ilunzia, all the second seats present felt an inexplicable sour taste, and it was the kind of super poor sour taste that guests had to entertain but were reluctant to spend money.

"You must plan carefully. The Academy will not provide you with additional funds, but it must satisfy His Majesty. If our Supreme Majesty is not satisfied, I guarantee that your future will not necessarily satisfy you."

A threat, a threat from Chi Guoguo! Not only is it a threat, but it is also suspected of extortion. If they didn't operate from it, what would you do with just that little money, setting up the stage of the party would be enough!

"We can train a guard of honor and walk in front of the Emperor like an army to be reviewed, so that His Majesty can see our martial and rigorous side."

Nannett hurriedly stood up to show his loyalty, but the idea seemed to be good, and this person was extremely cunning, so he came up with a task that did not cost money.

"Good idea, I'll leave this to you."

The old dean threw the blame very thoroughly, and then turned his attention to Genevieve, Luya, and Yale, and couldn't help but have a headache. The three of them were different.

"…"

The fact is also true, the three of them are now looking like dead pigs not afraid of boiling water, it's useless for you to stare at us, we don't bear this pot.

"Genevieve, Luya, and Yale, it is rare that the three of you can come back intact. I have an extremely important task here, and I will entrust the three of you to do it."

Since I don't take the pot, I can only arrange tasks for you.

"Please tell me." The three said respectfully.

"As for the banquet, although His Majesty and I both mean simplicity, we must ensure the quality, and I don't plan to outsource it to anyone..."

Wait a minute... do you want us to cook? Our strength is cutting people, not cooking, can you rely on some recipes!

Dean Benedict weighed the frame with his fingers, and the reading glasses under the light flashed again:

"So please."

"You mean, we can mobilize the students to do it?" Genevieve wisely and decisively continued to throw the blame.

"As long as they are willing to do it." The old dean said irrefutably.

"Understood, we will do it with our hearts." Luya narrowed her red eyes and the corners of her lips were slightly upturned. Seeing this expression, she seemed to have made up her mind.

"Leave it to us." Yale almost had an outline in his heart.

…

"In a word, this is what happened! It is heavy and arduous, and it is related to the reputation of our Black Seat and the loyalty of all members to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Yale sat at the top of the conference table, tapped the table hard, repeatedly emphasized the importance of this mission, and then took out the extremely rudimentary planning book:

"The manpower of the Black Seat is limited. Although Beverly's cooking skills are good, it is definitely not enough to rely on him alone. So I decided to select chefs and dishes from the vast number of students. The specific process is as follows. Post a notice to promote it as the emperor. His Majesty's banquet will call for chefs, and the Black Seat will start a cooking competition, all participants will be subsidized by 100 Sol, the finalists will be rewarded 1,000, and the top three will be 5,000, 10,000, and 30,000!"

"Will the bonus be a bit more?" Nicole said with a frown, holding the ledger in one hand and pressing her forehead with the other.

According to this process, from the promotion to the competition, it is impossible to do it without spending 200,000 yuan. In this way, the account of the Black Seat that was already hard to see will be even more ugly.

"Originally, it's okay not to give a penny. Many people are even willing to pay to arrange a dinner party for His Majesty the Emperor, but the problem is that Luya and Genevieve are also doing the same thing..."

The black-haired knight's face was full of black lines, and he said ruthlessly: "The team of the two of them, whether in terms of background or size, is not comparable to the emerging Black Seat."

"So we can only rely on throwing money." Pluto put his hands on his cheeks and sighed silently.

"money is not a problem!"

With a big wave of his hand, Yale said proudly: "No matter how expensive it is, it can't be more expensive than outsourcing. We must complete this task properly, show your loyalty, and work hard!"

"Then, first of all, you have to get a good name." Lydia stared at the planning book with a fiery look, and said with a serious face: "Sometimes a name can decide the success or failure of an event."

"How about the Obelisk Food Show?" Arcia offered a suggestion.

"Too mediocre, not exciting enough, not eye-catching enough!" Cara shook her head, her eyes suddenly lit up, she raised her right arm and said, "I thought of a good name, it's called the Strongest Cooking Competition!"

"Sounds good." Clark nodded in agreement.

"I feel the strongest or something. It's a bit too much. Sometimes it's easy to get black." Beverley frowned and raised his hand to express his objection.

"Then let's put it all together, it's called a cooking food show, how about it?" Yale read it a few times in his mouth, and it felt quite smooth.

"Sounds good, seconded."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

…

As a result, the cooking and food show that will be popular in the Obelisk in the future, with the concerted efforts of all members of the Black Seat, kicked off first.