The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

The demon student, his hands trembling, raised his knife and fork, cut the meat into very fine pieces, and then slowly brought it to his mouth.

But the closer he got to his mouth, the more his hand trembled, as if he couldn't get it right on his lips.

But Baron Batchell did not urge him at all.

Baron Bachcher seemed to thoroughly enjoy observing the devilish students.

And so the devilish student continued to stall, glancing at Bachcher every now and then.

Fifteen minutes later, he had eaten most of the small plate of exquisite and luxurious food.

"Alright, it's time to answer the questions."

Baron Bachcher smiled as if he had turned off the countdown to the devilish student's death.

"..."

"There are...onions, carrots, bay leaves, thyme, red wine, black pepper..."

The devilish student answered tremblingly.

He kept reliving the taste he had just experienced with great pain.

The flavor is too complicated.

Every bite is absolutely delicious.

But this meal brought no happiness whatsoever, only endless despair and fear.

It was as if this was what Baron Bachcher truly wanted him to taste.

In the end, he gradually started to guess, but the more he guessed, the clearer it became that he had strayed from the correct answer.

Baron Bachcher's smile grew increasingly unrestrained, the corners of his mouth curving into a terrifying arc.

"It's a real shame that you only got 37% right. You're not a true gourmet."

A joyful pronouncement rang out in the classroom.

As soon as he finished speaking, Baron Batchell's neck suddenly stretched out.

His skin tore open as easily as a package, revealing eerie green scales beneath, as if he had reverted to his monstrous form.

The well-dressed baron began to sway his eerie long neck, and with a sneer on his now terrifying face, stared at the demon student whose face had turned ashen.

Finally, Baron Bachcher seemed to have had enough of the devilish student's despair.

His head grew enormous, and his gaping maw swallowed the demon student like lightning.

One bite!

The devilish student was swallowed whole by Baron Batchell!

They were powerless to resist.

"Crunch, crunch."

Baron Bachcher chewed a few times with a look of enjoyment, then swallowed his meal whole.

After a series of incredibly enjoyable swallows, Baron Bachcher seemed to reach the pinnacle of pleasure, his eyes rolling slightly upwards as he laughed and pulled his neck back in.

He said that from the beginning.

This is his dinner party.

......

During the brief moment when Baron Bachcher was enjoying a wonderful dinner.

Cornelia always had a poker face.

But a slight anxiety began to creep into my heart.

She was pretty sure she couldn't beat Baron Batchell.

If we can't taste the ingredients later, I wonder if we can hold back Bachcher together with Dekan.

She looked at Dekan.

The two met eyes.

She noticed that Dekan still maintained the same expression, leaning back in his chair as calmly as a chess piece.

This put Cornelia at ease.

Dekan should already have an idea.

019 The Wonderful Teamwork Between Dekan and Cornelia

Baron Batchell shook his neck and adjusted his tie again.

Once he was sure the tie knot was perfectly centered, he smiled at the remaining two men again.

He seemed to have returned to his original gentlemanly demeanor.

"So, who's next?"

Baron Bachcher asked in a gentle and calm tone, as if nothing had just happened.

"I come."

Dekan raised his hand without hesitation.

"very good."

Baron Bachcher was somewhat surprised that the students became even more enthusiastic about the new round of dangerous games.

Often, it's only after the first round that the remaining students begin to panic.

But look at these two, they're not only calm, they're also very confident.

However, the more this was the case, the more interesting Baron Batchell found it.

He laughed again.

Unexpected changes are often the best seasoning.

For hunters, the rarer the prey, the more valuable it is to capture.

Baron Bachcher picked up another plate, politely circled the edge of the long table, and walked over to Decan.

He gently raised his hand and lifted the silver plate cover for Dekan.

This is a dish completely different from the previous ones, with an enticing aroma, a golden color, and clearly visible crispy texture.

The roasted meat was coated with a crispy crust that shimmered faintly under the light.

It seems the plate cover has some kind of magic, keeping the food fresh even after it's been stored for a while.

Dekan resisted the urge to pick up the plate cover and examine it, instead focusing his attention on the food.

He sat up straight, picked up his knife and fork, and slowly began to cut the food.

He put only a small amount of food into his mouth each time, and then chewed it gently.

Mmm, the crust is crispy and layered, the roasted meat inside is tender and juicy, plus the sweetness of the cheese.

What a perfect late-night snack!

The whole process lasted five minutes.

He put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin, and gently wiped his mouth.

"good."

Dekan leaned back in his chair again and commented.

He even considered taking out his wallet to offer Baron Bachcher a small tip.

However, he held back.

Baron Bachcher was surprised by Decan's attitude.

He had never seen students so relaxed and at ease in the cooking class.

There was no fear whatsoever; rather, it was as if a distinguished guest were evaluating the chef's skill.

Am I here to invite him to dinner?

Is he a true gourmet, or just a bit dim-witted?

"Hehehe."

Baron Bachcher couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Surprised, he felt a surge of excitement.

It is an extremely novel prey.

He eagerly anticipated seeing the composed student's expression change from calm to despair, and then begin to beg for mercy.

I really want to bite that calm face to pieces.

So what is the answer?

Baron Bachcher smiled and glanced at Dekan as he asked.

My answer is—

"Can, poison, eat, move."

Dekan leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said.

Is this your answer?

Baron Bachcher frowned, as if he doubted he had heard something wrong.

"Yes."

Dekan answered expressionlessly.

This left Baron Batchell momentarily stunned.

What does “可、毒、吃、动” mean?

In any case, this has nothing to do with the correct answer!