() Kirito and Darian left Gulem's study, and the two of them headed towards the kitchen.

"I see, is the title of gourmet only given by the chef? How ironic." Recalling the content of Gulem's words just now, Kirito raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a trace of disdain and a subtle emotion.

"The holder of the Phantom Book is the chef. Although the general public thinks that I came up with the contents of the dishes and asked the chef to cook them. In fact, this is not the case. The creativity and cooking of the dishes are all handled by the chef.

The current time of this chef was exactly thirteen years ago..."

The above is exactly what Mr. Gulem said when Kirito left the study, and what Kirito has to do now is naturally to go to the kitchen and get back the phantom book "Supreme Conditioning Meditation Book" from the chef, Thirteen Years

The loan deadline is tonight.

On the way, we passed through the banquet venue, and the main dishes were served one after another. Everyone was full of praise for the gorgeous presentation, and even more praise for the deliciousness of the dishes. It was obvious that the dinner was very lively.

"...This atmosphere is really disgusting." Kirito looked at this group of slightly strange people with cold eyes and murmured: "Actually, Mr. Gulem's dinner also had some bad reviews, such as using precious endangered species.

There are negative rumors about animals being used as food ingredients, or human bones being mixed with food scraps thrown away from the kitchen, etc... It is obviously impossible for them to know nothing about these."

"...What's so fun about eating this kind of thing?" Dalian's expression was very serious, while Kirito shook his head in confusion and said: "Perhaps it is in response to the saying that things are rare and valuable, and the world

Isn’t it true that some people feel unnecessarily excited when they hear that something rare is rare?”

"...There are obviously a lot of better ingredients than that. What a bunch of stupid guys. At least I feel that the tonkotsu ramen you made is really good." At the end of the sentence, Dalian's voice was as loud as a mosquito.

Gnat, her cheeks still had a coquettish blush.

"I see, you like the tonkotsu ramen I make." It was as if she was exposed directly. Dalian probably didn't expect that her small tone would be heard by Kirito. This time, her whole face was full of emotion.

Climbing into an intoxicating blush.

"How about making your favorite tonkotsu ramen when you get back? And make a portion of the Chinese braised pork you wanted to eat last time?"

"Really!?" Dalian's tone was extremely excited. Under her bright red lips, a trace of crystal saliva revealed her mood at this time. At the same time, her whole little head was pounding like garlic.

"When have you ever seen me lie to you?" In response to Dalian's impatient attitude, Kirito responded with a gentle smile, but the smile became extremely serious the next moment, he looked up at the window and murmured

He muttered to himself: "I just hope the situation doesn't get too bad."

Following Kirito's line of sight, Dalian also looked out the window. Then, she fell silent. Her delicate face, which seemed to have a magical glow, was illuminated by the bright red full moon outside the window, making it extremely beautiful.

The phantom book... is an existence that will change the magic power even more horribly when the yin and yin are clear and round. The last incident of "3D Picture Book" gave Kirito a good answer.

"As expected...are you the chef of this mansion? Miss Leslie." Kirito looked at the woman in front of him who put down the kitchen knife and came to him after completing her smooth movements and asked.

A slightly apologetic smile appeared on the face of the chef, Leslie. It turned out that she was the woman who picked up Kirito and Darien in the carriage and brought them to the mansion. "It's just as I expected.

...You are indeed here." Leslie's tone was a little lonely.

"...Why do you say that?" Dalian asked, and Leslie looked down at the girl in black as if she was nostalgic. "I have changed a lot in thirteen years, but your appearance is nothing like when we first met.

No change...Kuroyomihime, is it still the daughter-in-law?"

Darien did not answer, but looked at Leslie silently. Kirito noticed the flash of sadness in Darien's eyes, just because, thirteen years ago, her keykeeper was named Wesley Dees.

Ward...and now, his name is Kiritani Kazuto.

"Thirteen years ago, you were the one who got the "Supreme Conditioning and Meditation Book" from Viscount Wesley Disward." Naturally, it was Kirito who spoke for Darian, and he continued: "Then you should know that Thirteen

That’s why we’re here next year.”

"Yes, I understand." Leslie nodded, and then slowly said with an expression on her face as if she was recalling something from the past: "The events of that day are still vivid in my mind. That day was my father's funeral, because suddenly

My father, who was fired and became an alcoholic, got into fights over trivial matters and lost his life for such trivial reasons. If I hadn't been taken in by my current master after that, I would have died long ago..."

Speaking of this, Leslie shook her head as if she suddenly remembered something. "No, not entirely. If I didn't have the talent for cooking... If I hadn't read the "Supreme Conditioning and Meditation Book", it would be impossible for the master to do so.

To hire a young girl with unknown origins like me...it was the phantom book I borrowed that saved me."

Darian stared wordlessly at the chef who stated all this with a painful expression.

"Please go this way. The Phantom Book is kept in my room - of course, it must be kept carefully. The book is not damaged at all." Leslie, who came out of the seemingly painful memories, smiled and took Tong with her.

The man and Darian left.

"Is there any problem with Mr. Gulem's dinner preparation?" Kirito asked in confusion as he looked at Leslie's figure leaving the kitchen.

"Yes, Master's dishes are almost finished. All we need to do is prepare the final ingredients." A proud smile appeared on Leslie's face and she nodded.

"Be careful, this woman... is no longer the Leslie who gave us a ride in the carriage this morning." Kirito, who followed Leslie silently, opened his lips lightly and said what he wanted to express in his heart.

out.

"Yes, you are what I thought." Dalian nodded her little head gently, and there was a hint of sadness in her deep eyes that seemed to have seen through everything.

"...Where is the phantom book, Miss Leslie?" Kirito asked, looking around the dark basement.

"Wait...a little longer!" A false smile appeared on Leslie's face, and then she took out a bottle containing rare spices from the spice rack set up near the entrance of the room, and opened the lid.

Leslie quickly turned around and shook the spice bottle with an admirable natural movement. The wonderfully colored powder flew out and covered Kirito's body.

"This is...?!" Kirito looked serious and alert, and the wonderful fragrance on his body gave him a very bad premonition.

"Don't worry, it's just my special seasoning. The scent will disappear before midnight, but if you leave this room, then I can't guarantee that nothing will happen to you." Leslie said as she stepped back, holding her hand.

He climbed on the doorknob of the basement and planned to lock the two of them in here.

Kirito, who was about to catch up, stopped when the other party pulled out a knife as if by magic, because Leslie's eyes were not directed at him, but at Darian.

"I will serve the master a top-notch dish that took thirteen years to complete!" With the heavy sound of metal, the door was locked mercilessly. After being locked into the dark basement, Kirito and Da

The last thing Li An heard was the happy voice of the young chef.

"In the end - was he still eroded by the magic of the phantom book?" In the darkness, Kirito wriggled his lips and made a sound of regret.

‘Bah, bah, bah’, a harsh sound like metal spinning resounded in the dark basement, and countless sparks flew in all directions.

"Really! You crappy thing is making so much noise!" Dalian covered her ears impatiently, looking at the objects in Kirito's hand that were constantly splashing with fireworks, with a slightly bored look in her eyes. They were as bright as tulips.

Purple boxing gloves and protective gear.

Kirito did not refute Dalian's irritable tone, but concentrated on using the high-speed rotating sword part of the glove to cut the thick basement door. "Bang" accompanied by his vigorous kick,

The square part of the basement door that seemed to have been cut by a laser flew out.

"I see, this is what Leslie said would happen." Looking at the crowd that was constantly gathering towards him, Kirito's right eyebrow twitched with disaster. He saw that these people who wanted to gather around him all had...

A common feature is that they seem to be hypnotized, their expressions are empty and lifeless, and only their eyes look like hungry beasts.

But fortunately, the only one they were keeping a close eye on was Kirito, not Darian. Is this a great blessing among misfortunes?

"In the eyes of those guys, Kirito, you seem to be quite delicious." Darian's plain tone of voice was just stating the facts, which made Kirito curl his lips as if he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart. "It seems that just now Les

These people were bewitched by the spices Leigh sprinkled on me."

Of course, Kirito knew that there was nothing wrong with the spices on his body, but if combined with the dishes that Leslie had cooked, it would definitely have a neutralizing effect. After all, Darian had never eaten any dishes.

This is the best proof.

"It's really troublesome." Kirito said in a broken voice as if he had already removed the protective gear for his fists and feet. It was absolutely impossible for him to hurt ordinary people, but it would take too much time to knock him unconscious. He sighed and muttered.

With a sound, he took off the dark black fingerless glove on his right hand. The back of his hand was inlaid with beautiful bright red gems. "...Dalian, can I borrow a book from you?"

The books she read in the car were not brought over, so Dalian did not have a book in her hand now, but she still nodded expressionlessly and quietly stretched her hand to her collar, and opened the black coat

Through the gap, you can see her white and smooth skin and her undulating chest. There is a silver box in the middle of the front with a large old metal lock.
Chapter completed!