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Gudako looked at her own pale fist and Rosser's fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, and realized that she was not as big as Rosser, so she sat back down angrily.

Her current mood is like a song:

No prospects!

I'm so angry!

P.S.: Sorry it's so late. It was too noisy during the day, by the roadside, and my head was foggy. I can only write something better at night.

The Chinese version of the song "没曲雄" (No Way Out) expresses disappointment and frustration: "Stand up, you good-for-nothing!" The Japanese version is: "Look at my worthless character."

Only Japanese can truly capture that sense of humiliation that has lingered for over a decade.

Kindergarten: Take it easy

Elementary school: with ease

Junior High: In a Hurry

High school: rolling and crawling

University: Blatantly Lying

Graduate student: What are you sobbing about?

After work: Why are you crying?

Middle-aged: Useless!!

As people reach middle age, they become silent yet vulnerable.

Volume 1: Chapter 157 Rother: It's nuclear radiation, I added nuclear radiation!

"I never want to ride a flying dragon again in my life."

Marian, trembling, supported Marda, murmuring vacantly.

"Yes, I also love walking the most."

The Mozart clown costume is all ruined, well, from the tears that streamed down my face.

"Stop talking, I never want to... Hey, what's that smell so good?"

Gudako's nose twitched, and then she realized it was the "meteorite" that had been speeding towards them, that poor red dragon.

At this moment, only charred bone armor remained of the dragon's wings. Its entire body was charred black, with bloody cracks all over it. The aroma was that of cooked dragon meat.

Gudako wiped her mouth: "Speaking of which, we haven't had lunch yet. How about we eat early?"

"Ritsuka, the flying dragon isn't a real dragon; its body flows with venom, so it can't..."

Martha sniffed the air halfway through her sentence, and her stomach made a completely unladylike noise.

To be honest, it really smells delicious.

suddenly.

“Saber, my king mini, what’s wrong, my king mini?”

Rosser, who had already been pushed away by the two shy girls, changed his expression and sadly pounded the ground, saying, "Damn it, cheer up, my king Mini, I'm still waiting for you to transform into my 127th girlfriend."

That desperate lament, even without the number 127, is still very moving.

"Serves you right, who told you to speed so fast..."

Gudako pouted, about to continue speaking, when she noticed that the girls around her had slightly red eyes and were looking at her with a "Do you even have any humanity left?" gaze.

“…”

No, why were you able to get infected? You only met this red dragon a morning ago and rode it once, right?

This guy was beating up this poor red dragon this morning, and he was the one who modified it and then sped it so fast that it crashed and killed it, right? Why are you all so moved?

Am I really not a woman?

Gudako fell into self-doubt.

"Waaaah, Your Majesty, stand up!"

Tick.

A sorrowful Rosser wiped his face, water dripping down and wetting the ground.

Cried?

Gudako fell silent.

Yeah, it seems they've put in a lot of effort, and those two exaggerated engines... maybe they really are treating it as a future partner?

“Um… Roser-kun…”

Mashu stepped forward and offered gentle words of comfort, then her voice abruptly stopped.

She realized that Rother wasn't shedding tears, but wiping away drool, his face full of longing as he stared at the red dragon's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside meat.

"It looks delicious..."

Rosser murmured.

"Since you're already dead, my lord, why not offer your body to me..."

Everyone: "..."

Rother wiped his drool, his eyes gleaming. He pulled a massive sword from behind his back, but it was a bit too small, so he tossed it aside. He then pulled out a two-story-high broadsword and began to observe where to strike.

“Rother, didn’t you hear what Marda said? This is a dragon, and its blood and flesh are poisonous.”

Gudako emphasized, "This kind of dragon poison is so potent that even Servants can't withstand it for more than an hour before they die from it."

She resisted even though she's such a glutton.

Do I look like I'm afraid of being poisoned?

Rosser raised an eyebrow.

Gudako was surprised: "You can withstand all of this?"

Wouldn't her plan to poison this bastard be ruined?

"I am Chinese, and I have lived in Yunnan for several years. I have been eating delicacies such as Boletus luridus since I was a child, and I also use poisonous snakes, scorpions and centipedes to make wine."

"so?"

Rosser declared proudly, "I can hold out for two hours!"

Everyone: So you'll still die, right?

Are you Chinese people so desperate for food that you'd risk your lives?

"Don't worry, I have a recipe for a luminous dish that can definitely reduce the toxicity. Whoever is the best cook can just follow the recipe."

Rother gazed longingly at the dragon's body, muttering under his breath, "The heart can be stir-fried, the tail meat can be braised, the rump meat is the most tender, perfect for drinking, and the brains shouldn't be wasted..."

next moment.

The red dragon's eyes snapped open, filled with terror, and its breathing returned to normal.

She was startled awake...

What a medical miracle!

"How exactly did you modify it? Its vitality is just too strong!"

Gudako was dumbfounded.

"What transformation, what vitality."

Rother looked bewildered, then wiped his drool and prepared to make his move.

"Mr. Rosser, the red dragon is not dead."

Mashu reminded her.

"A final burst of lucidity, nothing to worry about. I will mercifully end its suffering."

.....

At last.

With tears in its eyes, the red dragon cut off a piece of its tail and offered it to the evil god, letting it have a good meal before the evil god would let it go.

Gudako: I think I just use you as a reserve food.

soon.

"Golden Escape, one of the seven legendary cooking utensils techniques."

Rosser slapped the ground, and instantly the ground surged with metal, producing pots, pans, and all sorts of dishes, all shiny and new.

Then Mashu started making the glowing dish while looking at the recipe. The next moment, she hesitated and said, "Mr. Rosser, this uranium-235... I remember it's a radioactive element, right?"

Rosser replied matter-of-factly, "Yeah, otherwise how would the food glow?"

He looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "How can you not even know this basic common sense? Normal ingredients don't glow."

"That......"

"Follow the recipe exactly and don't make any changes."

"Oh...."

Ten minutes later, heated by the atomic furnace contributed by Rosser, the dragon meat, which was tough enough to withstand multiple slashes from the Servant, became incredibly tender and had a rich aroma.

But looking at the dazzling array of colors and the vibrant broth, the girls simply couldn't bring themselves to take a bite.

They just added at least a dozen kinds of radioactive substances, plus a bunch of highly toxic things that look terrifying.

It smells good, but if you drink it, the grass on your grave will probably be ten feet tall next year.

"Village...Saintess, would you like a bowl?"

Rosser, holding a bowl, turned his head to look.

"No need, no need, and Mr. Rosser can just call me Joan of Arc."

The girl with two majestic mountains on her body shook her head repeatedly, her face pale. She hesitated for a moment and then glanced at him again.

In a daze, I saw the steam rising from the soup form a skull that laughed wickedly before dissipating.

"Tsk, no taste whatsoever."

Rother drank the bowl in one gulp, exhaling a puff of hot air: "Awesome!"

Then...then he tilted his head back and fell, his lips deathly pale, his face turning bluish-purple and black, changing like a neon light. It was clear he was poisoned and would not live much longer.

"Luo Jun..."

Mashu cried out in surprise and rushed over.

Martha also came over to observe, then gasped: "At least three hundred kinds of deadly poisons, and even more than twenty kinds of curses...?"

She was completely bewildered.

How did you do that? This broth is practically an assassin's Noble Phantasm! Yeah, it's an A+ broth. Any Servant who drinks it will die instantly, no one can save them.

"No..."

Mashu, who had been depressed and silent, pondering the meaning of human existence, suddenly broke down and, as if struck by a sudden thought, spit out her food.

"Mash, no..."

Martha called out, but it was too late.

With a single bite, Mashu pulled Rosette over, turning him over so he looked like he'd been poisoned.

"hiss....."

Gudako gasped.

"This guy used himself as bait to poison us?"

Stop joking around and quickly think of a way to save them.

Marian had just finished speaking.

next moment.