An invincible journey starting from a different race

And the portion is even larger.

So they immediately started to eat voraciously, and while eating, they looked at the person who brought them the fried eggs, who was Aesop.

"Did the manager fry this?" Medori was also surprised. "The manager is already up?"

"It seems not." Aesop shook his head and said, "I did it."

This shocked everyone present even more.

"Mr. Aesop, you can actually cook?" Kelim said, "You are such a young and accomplished magician, and you can actually cook."

"No... I shouldn't have known how to make it before," Aesop said. "I went to the kitchen and saw the manager's fried egg tutorial, so I followed it and succeeded... Is that difficult?"

But Lim opened his mouth slightly and was about to cry.

I clearly followed the tutorial, so why did I do it like this?

"This is quite simple, isn't it?" Aesop said, looking at Klim's aggrieved and puzzled expression. "It's just like brewing a potion. Just follow the steps. There's nothing special about following the steps. The person who can invent these steps is the real talent."

But Lim couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder you are so amazing, now I understand what talent is."

Stank laughed as he ate. "Indeed, Kelim, your fried food is a far cry from Aesop's. I won't even mention the appearance, but the portion is way too small, isn't it? Did you cut corners, or did it all get spilled while frying?"

After Stank's reminder, everyone realized that the difference between Klim's and Aesop's fried eggs was not only in quality, but also in quantity. Klim's two fried eggs stacked together were not as large as Aesop's one.

"Did you eat it secretly, Kelim?" Jer asked suspiciously.

"How is this possible?" Kelimu immediately became anxious. "How could I do such a thing? I'm an angel!"

"You are an angel who has been to the Incubus Shop."

"So, so what? Didn't you carry me there?" Kelimu's face flushed red. "You can't slander someone's innocence out of thin air."

"What do you mean by innocent? Then tell me what's going on with this fried egg."

"Oh, it's okay to cheat. Everyone can understand. Men like to cheat the most."

"But I didn't steal anything!" Ke Lim was really anxious. "I just fried two eggs, one for each of you. They were this size after they were fried. If you don't believe me, go and try it. The eggs are..."

At this point, Kelim was suddenly stunned.

"Wait, Mr. Aesop." Kelim turned to look at Aesop and asked in confusion, "How do you know where the eggs are? The manager has always been afraid that the eggs will be stolen by mice, so he puts the eggs in the storage cabinet. It's quite hidden and not easy to find."

"Huh? I didn't get the fried eggs from the kitchen."

"Ah, it's not from the kitchen, is it bought from outside?"

"No." Aesop shook his head and said, "I found them on the balcony, wrapped in paper. There were three of them, and they were quite big."

Medori, who was wiping the table, suddenly froze, then slowly turned around and looked at Aesop and the brothel duo who were eating eggs.

And the eggs on their plates.

"How did you find the eggs on the balcony?"

“Who would leave eggs on a balcony?”

Before Stank and Jer could react, they suddenly felt a cold, murderous gaze falling on them.

They slowly turned their heads and met Medori's eyes.

Then there was a "pop" sound.

The fork in his hand fell.

Twenty-six, really, very smooth

When Aesop watched Medori press the heads of Stank and Jer into the dinner plate, gave him a fierce look of death, and left with gritted teeth, he felt a little puzzled.

"What's wrong with her?" Aesop said, "She doesn't seem very happy."

But Lim couldn't help but hold his forehead: "Actually, you can just pretend you've gone... Do you really not know what you've done?"

"I made fried eggs." Aesop was puzzled. "What's the problem?"

"The question is... what did you use to make the fried egg?" Klim sighed and said, "Did you really get the egg from your own balcony, and not from Medori's balcony?"

"I still have some common sense about not stealing from other people's territory," Aesop replied seriously. "My mentor taught me that as an arcane... magician, I should have my own dignity and never steal anything that doesn't belong to me..."

"Your mentor is truly a man of noble character..."

"...You should go directly to the other party and ask for it. If they don't give it to you, kill their entire family. The strong should severely humiliate the weak, not steal."

"… Morality be damned! Are all of you human magicians so violent?"

Kelim was simply shocked. How could such cold words come out of Thirty-Six Degrees' body? If he had not been sure that Aesop was a human, he would have thought that the other party was actually a devil in human skin.

"So what's going on?" Aesop changed the subject again. "Does she think I stole her things?"

"That... is indeed Medori's."

"Then why put it on my balcony?"

Lim glanced at the two people with their heads buried in the table and said, "It's these two guys. They kept yelling about going to Medori's room to look for eggs. Medori must have been scared, so she hid her eggs. I guess she thought her room wasn't safe, so she put them in an empty room. She probably forgot about it after a while, and then you found them."

Is that so?

Stank and Jair raised their heads with great difficulty.

"But what does this have to do with us? I was just talking," Stank said. "I didn't really go there. Besides, Aesop fried the egg, but we were the ones who got beaten."

"Be content, Stank." Jair was quite open-minded. "At least we achieved our goal and got to taste Medori's eggs. Getting beaten for that is nothing. It wouldn't be your first time anyway."

"...To be honest, that's true."

For many things, if you change your perspective, you will suddenly feel enlightened.

"So those are Medori's eggs?" Aesop finally understood. "I almost forgot, Medori is a winged being, and she does lay eggs... well, to be more precise, she ovulates."

Kelimu covered his face again. "Can we please leave this topic at that? Some unpleasant memories are coming back to me. Speaking of which, Mr. Aesop, Miss Medori didn't hit you because she probably thought she laid those three eggs herself, so you can't be blamed. But if you continue to frame her, there might be some unpleasant consequences."

Is that so?

Aesop felt a little regretful. He was originally quite interested in this. After all, it was his first time eating a winged man's egg. He also wanted to ask Medori what it felt like to lay an egg.

"How did you two provoke Medori again?"

At this moment, a soft and mature female voice sounded, and everyone turned their heads to see Tsuta coming down the stairs.

"This is none of our business." Stank immediately passed the buck. He still had some respect for the boss lady. "I just ate an egg. I didn't do anything else!"

"Yes, we just happened to eat Medori's eggs. We didn't know it before we ate them." As Zita's elder, Jel was not afraid of Zita, so he said lazily, "It's just that Medori is too sensitive. Many winged people sell unfertilized eggs. There's no need to be so shy... Anyway, why did you come down now? Medori said you weren't feeling well?"

Hearing Jel's question, Zita's pretty face couldn't help but turn red. She subconsciously covered half of her face, as if she didn't want Jel to notice anything unusual. "I just didn't sleep well."

Jer's brow furrowed slightly.

It’s okay for other races to say that they didn’t sleep well, but how could a tree demon not sleep well?

As an elder, he should take good care of the younger generation. After all, Zita's father was his first partner, and before leaving, he repeatedly told Jer... to stay away from his daughter.

Jel could only regard this as a request for him to take care of Zita.

But before he could open his mouth, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with Zita's condition.

How should I put it? It's not just a little bit wrong, it's a little familiar.

He thought about it carefully, and then remembered where he had seen this expression.

To be precise, he should see this expression every night when the dream girl, who had been making love with him all night long, would have this expression.

His eyes revealed fatigue, yet...lively.

Could it be? !

Jer was shocked.

But how could this be possible? He thought he knew Zita well enough to know that this junior wasn't that kind of person.

And with whom? I've never heard of Zita having intimate contact with anyone of the opposite sex before.

After thinking for a long time, Jer set his sights on the harmless Aesop.

Could it be him?

But, haven't they only known each other for less than a day, and they have already developed that kind of relationship? Isn't it a bit too fast?

Jer really couldn't understand.

It shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t be.

Zita isn't a dream girl, so even if she has some feelings for Aesop, it's impossible...

"By the way, Mr. Jer, I forgot to thank you." Aesop suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Jer was stunned. "Thank me for what?"

"You told me yesterday that the elves love the dew on the petals in the early morning. It's very sweet." Aesop said truthfully. "I tasted it today, and it's true."

When Aesop said this, Zita realized something was wrong. She was about to stop Aesop, but she heard Stank ask, "Where are the flowers?"

"In my room, there are purple flowers. I don't know the species, but they are very beautiful..." Aesop said as he looked at Zita, "Ah, they are the same flowers in the manager's hair."

In an instant, everyone fell silent.

The store was dead silent.

Facing the shocked looks of Jer and Stank, Zita was already wondering if the cool and aloof queen persona she had worked so hard to cultivate for many years had collapsed.

I'd better find a place to die.

When Zita felt that there was nothing left to remember in this world and that things couldn't possibly get any worse, he saw Aesop licking his lips, looking as if he was savoring the memory.

"real."

"Very smooth."

The grapes stepped on twenty-seven are the most delicious

"Hey."

Stank sighed heavily.

"I never thought that one day, I would be kicked out by the boss lady in broad daylight."

"Indeed." Jer also sighed, "That girl Zita has never been so angry with me before."

"What kind of sin is this?"

"I do not know."

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with us."

"Yes."

The two sat side by side on the steps, groaning and groaning in unison, hoping to make the culprit realize his actions and, even better, feel guilty. Unfortunately, their plan ultimately failed. The culprit sitting closest to them remained silent, gazing at the magical energy vortex in his hand with a flicker of confusion between his brows.

Weird.

His magic power was originally the azure blue of the stars, but after meeting the unfortunate fire dragon Amanda, it was tainted with a hint of the red of flames.

At that time, Aesop believed that as long as he had close contact with magic sources of different attributes, he would be able to absorb some of the other party's magic attributes.

So the question is, he hasn't had any contact with any source of magic power since then.

Then why did he find that his magic cyclone was suddenly filled with a touch of emerald green after he woke up? When he was condensing the magic cyclone, he seemed to be able to see a green bud slowly rising inside, full of vitality.

What is going on here?

Aesop was puzzled, wondering if it was because of the flower. Actually, he did feel some magical fluctuations from the purple flower, but he had never paid much attention to it before.

Well, that should be it. The only source of magic that Aesop might have come into contact with in the past two days is that flower.

I didn't expect that just an inconspicuous little flower could affect his magical properties. The world outside is really magical.

No, I need to go back and study it again.

Having said that, Aesop stood up and prepared to leave.

But before he could take two steps, he was stopped by Stank and Jer.