Leas's painless comfort was like a breeze blowing by, and it could not thaw Jevre's little heart that frozen into ice.

"You want to be a good person in the future! Who is willing to be a logistics staff member? Live a lifetime again, not to say that you can be a sword and live happily, at least you have to make a breakthrough, right?"

Inadvertently, Jefrey Wen became more and more excited and saliva splashed.

"Can my future name be chef, chef god, chef saint? Chef Saint? If I were to be very content, but now... when I think of others behind my back, it is the one who cooks, the chef, etc., which is so inferior!"

Leas was speechless and didn't know how to comfort Jevrey, whose emotions suddenly lost control, had to say hello suddenly, and didn't know where to hide.

Looking at Leas who had left like a fleeing, Jevrei, who was full of confusion and had nowhere to vent, used his strength to run straight out of the tribe.

Even the familiar elite demons who were patrolling were not attentive to it and flashed like the wind.

Looking at the lightning figure, the patrol demons looked at each other, wondering what Chef Lei was going crazy.

Forget it, this color-changing demon, which is highly favored by the five leaders, is still too lazy to care about it.

I have to eat and drink later!

If you accidentally offend the chef and you will never enjoy such delicious food again, how can you let the big men live!

Just like a crazy lightning, Jevrey, who had been running for more than ten miles in the blink of an eye, stopped his pace and whistled to the sky.

It seems that I want to rush all my heart to the sky.

The depressed whistling sound kept echoing in the small gully for a long time.

It was the ordinary venting of his hands and feet, which made the small gully and grinning in pain, Jefrey., who suddenly woke up from the devilish madness.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

After waking up, Jefrey Wen felt deeply that something was wrong with his condition just now.

Is it the sequelae of the rapid increase in strength? Or is it the influence of bloodline?

According to the division in the novel, the magical skills that are eager for quick success and instant benefits often have serious sequelae.

Although this talent is not a magical technique, it has the same effect.

It seems that in the future, we must strengthen our mental and mental exercises, otherwise we will enter this state of inexplicable irritability again, but we cannot find a psychologist to teach us, which will eventually lead to unexpected bitter fruits.

After pondering quietly for a while, Jefrey Wen laughed loudly again.

No matter what, I finally entered the upper level of the mortal level.

It is the same realm as the miserable demon captain who was caught when he was waiting for the rabbit.

Within Crazy Scale, it has reached a level of strength and is no longer on the same level as the bottom cannon fodder.

After a careful look, I found that there was still no one around, so I quietly took out the ground-level bone-cutting knife, focused on the basic knife skills, and quickly became familiar with the sudden increase in force and speed.

It took less than two hours in total from a little awkward at the beginning to gradually returning to the previous level.

A bit unexpected, Jevrei thought in confusion.

What is this?

Could it be that I still have undiscovered talents, or that I have really found a way to quickly master myself?

But I didn't realize that I could look inward, and I could see such rare things as spiritual consciousness!

It's really a hell!

Jefrey Wen, who couldn't figure it out, shook his head, threw it out of his mind, took back the platinum bone-clearing knife, and slowly walked back to the Guluo tribe.

As they were about to approach the Guluo tribe, a patrol team came towards them.

"Chef Lei, hurry back and summon your chefs. Everyone is about to leave."

"Hmm? I'm going back to Halls City so soon?"

Yevre Wen knew that several leaders were still trying to find ways to pursue the whereabouts of the treasure chest these days, and had no intention of leaving.

Why did you change your mind just after going out?

Is it completely desperate, or is there something unexpected?

"It's not that I went back to Halls City, but that a spy discovered the remains of the dark elves. The chief decided to go and have all the members to take a look."

The next sentence from the elite demon directly made Jefrey's heart tremble.

"Relics? Do you know a lot of people? Will there be a bloody battle incident?"

"I'm not sure about this! Anyway, you hurry up and go to the storage of your subordinates and you will set off in one hour at most."

After the elite demon said that, he took the other team members away and greeted the other demons scattered.

"Go to the ghost, who knows how many people gather there now? You have to be careful to hide in a while and kill the first bird! And there is nothing good there."

Jevrey Wen looked hurried and rushed back to the empty open-air kitchen.

Who would have thought that the considerate Scar Power Demon had already summoned all the demon chefs to sit together in a manner, waiting for the arrival of Jefrey.

Jefrey Wen waved his hand and stopped the Scar Dali Demon who was about to flatter him, and took the lead in speaking out on purpose.

"Do you know the specific situation? Where is the Dark Elf ruins and how dangerous is around it."

"This is completely unclear. The spy who rewarded went straight to the leader, if it weren't for the order he had just conveyed, I would have been kept in the dark."

Scar Dali Demon shook his head awkwardly, his mouth full of doubts.

"That's it! Then forget it. Have you packed up your things? You must take away the seasonings and kitchen utensils."

Looking at the demon chef who looked equally uneasy, Jevre Wen pressed his hands and pretended to be calm and comforted him.

"Don't worry too much. As kitchen staff, they shouldn't be on the front line. If we all participate in the war, then who will prepare food and drink for everyone? Do you think so?"

A clumsy comfort really made a group of panicked demon chefs feel relieved and no longer so helpless.

"That's right, if we're gone, let them drink the northwest wind!"

"Especially, Director Lei will definitely not participate in the war! If there is any mistake, the five leaders will probably be furious."

......

I looked helplessly at these guys who were whispering but were thunderous, thrust the corners of my mouth, walked aside, and quickly checked the kitchen utensils.

The Scar Power Demon is quite capable of internal affairs. He has a strong eye-catching kitchenware and seasonings. Even the grill is disassembled and tied into bundles.

It was no wonder that Scar Power Demon was the head of the kitchen of Death Scythe.

After all, I am a veteran and should handle these things with ease.

He nodded with satisfaction and praised the Scar Power Demon who understood the truth. The old fried dough stick was so happy that he smiled happily.

"This is what I should do. It's a trivial matter. How can you do it? Brother Lei? That's not a big deal!"

"Everyone should check the weapons and be prepared for any trouble."

Jefrey Wen said casually and read a few perfunctory words, picked up the single-edged long sword that was thrown aside, gently weighed it, and sat casually, closed his eyes and rested.

No longer caring about the actions of the others, no longer hearing the noisy noise, quietly exploring a trace of mental power into the storage space, silently studying the equipment.

Time flies like a flash of time.

Jefrey, who has been immersed in his own world, was awakened by the caring Scar Power Demon.

"Is this going to go?"

His eyes moved away from the scar's face, and as soon as he turned over, Jevrei and Wen stood on the big rock and observed around.

Teams of demons, led by elite guards, are crisscrossing.

At first glance, it was quite impressive.

It’s just that there are a bunch of crooked guys standing, which ruins the overall feeling.

After looking closely, I realized that it was a former member of the Death Scythe.

It’s really a waste of mud that can’t be supported by the wall. You can live with cannon fodder wherever you go.

Jefrey Wen quickly waved his hand and led a group of demon chefs who were crooked and cracked their dates to the large army.

When I got closer, I realized that I didn’t know where to stand?

Really, it’s good to set up a sign and draw a circle!

For a moment, looking at the bustling group of demons, Jefrey Wen was a little confused.

Looking back at the Scar Power Demon, he found that he was also a monk who was confused and was looking around.

At a loss, the arrogant four-armed demon pushed away the demon blocking the way and appeared in front of Jevrei Wen like a savior.

"Xiao Lei, why are you still standing here? Come with me quickly."

The arrogant four-armed demon, conquered by a delicious food, pulled Jevrei up intimately and walked straight forward.

Jefrey Wen turned around and raised his eyes, indicating that a group of subordinates should follow him quickly.

I've left the team, but no one can help me.

Walking along the way, crossing several phalanxes, the group came to the smiling five fat leader.

"Xiao Lei, why are you so slow? This leader asked someone to urge you."
To be continued...