Kakatuos looked at the messy scene around him, then looked at the judges whose noses kept twitching, took a deep breath, felt the faint breath of life, and felt a little more satisfied with the show of Jevre.

That thin strand of vitality is what Kakatuos has always longed for. Even the few eight-star wood chefs in Kakamos City seem to be no better than the current Jevre.

It's just a quantitative difference, and there is no qualitative breakthrough.

Jevre washed his hands with clean water and focused on delivering three complementary dishes to each other, so he had the intention to look at the half-ling.

I have to say that if it weren't for the blood talent, Jevre might not have been able to defeat the other party.

The rich blood energy, filled with the sweet and bloody smell, seemed to be integrated into the essence and blood. Although it no longer soared into the sky, it was relatively perfectly integrated into the ingredients. Even if Jevre watched from a distance, he could feel the strong blood energy.

If these three delicacies that incorporate essence and blood are provided to a cannon fodder at the first level of the mortal level, it may be enough for him to directly improve the first level.

Feeling the tragic atmosphere of the battlefield of the golden swords and iron horses, looking at the densely packed monsters and birds fighting bloody battles, and then looking at the other party's lifelike food, it was a moment of brilliance and evenly match.

The halfling chef, who was almost an hour late, looked listless and was in a state of discomfort, completed the competition.

It seemed that he had expected the crushing defeat. The half-ling walked slowly to Jevre, his eyes deep, like the dark curtain in the night sky, and he looked at Jevre up and down seriously, as if he wanted to engrave him deeply in his mind.
Chapter completed!