There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

The devil student raised his knife and fork with trembling hands, chopped the meat very thinly, then lifted the fork and slowly brought it to his mouth.

It's just that the closer he got to his mouth, the more his hands trembled, as if he couldn't align his mouth.

But Baron Bacher did not urge him in the slightest.

Baron Batchel seemed to enjoy observing the demon student very much.

In this way, the devil student kept procrastinating, and glanced at Batchel from time to time.

Until 15 minutes passed, he had already eaten most of this small plate of delicate and luxurious food.

"Okay, time to answer the question."

Baron Bacher said with a smile as if he had stopped the countdown to the death of the demon student.

"..."

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

The devil student replied tremblingly.

He was very painful and kept recalling the taste he had just tasted.

The taste is too complex.

Every bite is obviously delicious.

But this meal will not bring any happiness at all, only endless despair and fear.

As if that was what Baron Bacher really wanted him to taste.

In the end, he gradually began to guess at random, but the more he guessed, the more he realized that he had deviated from the correct answer.

The smile on Baron Bacher's face became more and more indulgent, and the corners of his mouth had already curled into a terrifying arc.

"It's a shame, you only got 37% of the answers right, you're not a real foodie."

The sound of the sentence full of joy rang out in the classroom.

After the words fell, Baron Bacher's neck suddenly stretched.

His skin was easily torn like a packaging bag, revealing the faint green scales underneath, as if he had turned back into a monster.

The well-dressed baron began to shake his eerie long neck, and smiled with his frightening face, staring at the ashen-faced demon student.

Finally, Baron Bacher seemed to have had enough of appreciating the demon student's desperate look.

His head became extremely huge, and he opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the demon student like lightning.

One bite!

Demon student gets swallowed whole by Baron Bacher!

No resistance.

"Crackling, knocking."

Baron Bachel chewed a few times with enjoyment, and swallowed the big meal that belonged to him.

After a burst of swallowing with great enjoyment, Baron Bacher seemed to be extremely happy, his eyes rolled upwards slightly, and he laughed and retracted his neck.

He said it at the beginning.

This is his dinner party.

......

In the moments that Baron Bachel enjoys a wonderful dinner.

Although Cornelia has a poker face.

But I began to feel a little anxiety in my heart.

She was probably convinced that she couldn't beat Baron Bacher.

In case the ingredients are not tasted later, I don’t know if we can work together with Durkan to restrain Batchel.

She looked at Durkan.

The two looked at each other.

She found that Durkan still maintained the same expression, leaning back against the chair like a chess player.

This made Cornelia feel relieved.

Durkan should already have an idea.

019 The wonderful cooperation between Durkan and Cornelia

Baron Bacher shook his neck and straightened his tie again.

Confirming that the tie knot was perfectly centered, he smiled again at the remaining two.

It seems that he has returned to his original gentleman appearance.

"Then who will come next?"

Baron Bachel asked in a gentle and steady tone, as if nothing happened just now.

"I come."

Durkan raised his hand without hesitation.

"very good."

For the new round of dangerous games, the students became more active, and Baron Bachel was a little surprised.

Often after the first round, the remaining students start to panic.

But look at these two, not only very calm, but also very confident.

However, the more this happened, the more interesting Baron Bachel found it.

He laughed again.

Unexpected twists are often the best seasoning.

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

Baron Bachel picked up another plate, walked around the edge of the long table politely for an hour, and walked to Durkan's side.

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

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

The outside of the barbecue is covered with a layer of crispy shell, which glows faintly under the lamp.

It seems that there is magic attached to the plate cover, and even after a period of storage, it will still maintain the freshness of the meal.

Durkan resisted the urge to pick up the plate cover for analysis and research, and focused his attention on the food.

He sat upright, picked up the knife and fork, and cut the food without haste.

Every time he puts a small amount of food into his mouth, he chews it lightly.

Well, the skin is crispy and layered, and the roast meat inside is tender and juicy, with the sweetness of cheese.

What a perfect late night snack.

The whole process lasted 5 minutes.

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

"good."

Durkan leaned back in his chair again and commented.

He even wanted to take out his wallet and hand Baron Bacher a tip.

Yet he refrained.

Baron Bachell was surprised by Durkan's attitude.

He had never seen students so leisurely in the cooking classroom.

There was no panic at all, but it was like a distinguished guest evaluating the chef's level.

Am I here to treat him to dinner?

Is he a true foodie, or is he just out of his mind?

"Hehehe."

Baron Bacher couldn't help laughing.

Surprised, he felt a little excited.

It is extremely novel prey.

He was looking forward to seeing this calm student's expression change from calm to despair, and then beg for mercy.

I really want to crush this calm face.

"Then what's the answer?"

Baron Bachel asked Durkan with a smile.

"My answer is—"

"Yes, poison, eat, move."

Durkan leaned back in the chair, crossed his legs, and said.

"Is that your answer?"

Baron Bacher frowned, as if he suspected that he had heard something wrong.

"Yes."

Durkan replied blankly.

This made Baron Bachel stunned for a moment.

What does "can, poison, eat, move" mean?

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