Chapter 35

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"Alright, since you're from the kitchen, you lead the way!" Cook and the other two walked smoothly into the ranch. Along the way, they hardly saw anyone. Even if they did, Cook could tell at a glance that they were elite soldiers in disguise, not real farmers. Have you ever seen a real farmer pull out vegetable seedlings? Hold tools with the wrong hand? Wear boots in the fields?

"Over here, over here!" Cook knew that Wood and Carni were secretly testing him, but with the preliminary reconnaissance by the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, Cook had a rough idea of the location. The mischievous little one, who was constantly jumping around, further confirmed Cook's correct answer.

"Uh, is this the kitchen? When did our kitchen have these things?" When Cook stepped into the kitchen, he was stunned by what he saw: silver platters, silver cutlery, silver cooking utensils, and golden candlesticks.

"Oh! Wood, you're finally back. These damn guys, I need servants, servants, or the third prince's banquet tonight will be ruined, ruined." A chef who looked like a meatball immediately roared upon seeing Wood and Carni.

"Hehe, Chef Muhammad, this is a servant. We still have a mission, so we'll take our leave, take our leave." Wood and Carni quickly put down their things and disappeared in a flash.

"You damn guy, you, and you, oh my God, you dirty guy dares to enter my kitchen, you, take him to wash up, quickly!" Chef Muhammad, seeing Cook's appearance, immediately roared at a guard-like figure, waving a shiny kitchen knife in his hand.

"Uh!" In the moment Cook was stunned, he was carried away by two guards and thrown into a large water tank, where he was scrubbed with a horse brush. Then, a set of high-quality white linen chef's clothes was thrown to Cook.

"Hmm, boy, now it's time to start working." Muhammad looked at Cook and nodded in satisfaction, but Cook hated this guy because his body was still red from the scrubbing.

"Tonight's banquet is a grand event hosted by the third prince, so you must be extra careful. Now, I need an assistant, and it's you, boy." There were about a dozen people in the kitchen, but Muhammad looked around and finally chose Cook.

"Tonight we're making a roasted whole lamb with Yaran flavor. What you need to do is very simple, just follow my instructions. First, take out the lamb that has been marinated with spices..." Muhammad was busy while giving Cook instructions.

"Yaran flavor, Master, are you from Yaran?" Cook asked in surprise.

"Indeed, I am from Yaran." Muhammad's already small eyes narrowed even more upon hearing the respectful title.

"No wonder your way of cooking lamb is different." Cook praised.

"Hmph, I am an eighth-level member of the Yaran Chef Guild." Muhammad said with a hint of pride.

"See this? This is a magical knife, engraved with a sharpness magic array. It can cut through not just lamb bones, but even the bones of magical beasts." Muhammad said mysteriously to Cook.

"Magical knife!" Cook's face turned green. He knew that the price of magical items was astronomical. For example, the thin wand in Lori's hand was said to be worth at least 100,000 gold coins. Cook couldn't understand why it was just a piece of wood, albeit with a ruby.

"Boy, start now, don't be too surprised. I still have some tricks up my sleeve." Muhammad said mysteriously.

"Yes, Master, I'll follow your instructions." Cook finally relaxed, as long as Muhammad wasn't from the Ceylon Empire or the Roland Empire, his little tricks wouldn't be discovered.

"Alright, boy, you're not needed here now. Go help them make the vegetable salad over there. Remember to wash it thoroughly. Oh, and the broom mushrooms you found, you can make them yourself; I don't know how to." Muhammad was about to start preparing the sauce for the roasted lamb, so he sent Cook away.

"Master, I'll go over there. If you need anything, just let me know." Cook quickly nodded, knowing that the roasted whole lamb was in a separate small room, while the vegetable salad was prepared on the other side. Muhammad didn't notice that Cook had also taken the wild fruits wrapped in leaves.

"General, the third prince wants you to change into a gift, not this military uniform." Lucy looked at Conknie's military uniform and said worriedly.

"Hehe, formal attire, he doesn't deserve it!" Conknie, dressed in military uniform, walked out with a smile.

"Sir, that's not good, after all, he is the most likely candidate for the crown prince." Lucy said with concern.

"Hehe, crown prince!" Conknie smiled enigmatically and walked out the door first.

"Welcome, His Highness the Third Prince, General Conknie! We warmly welcome you. Hosting this grand banquet on foreign soil is a lifetime honor for me." Cook was forced to wear a waiter's uniform and began setting up at the banquet. He was scolding the mischievous little one in a corner, whose belly was round from sneaking food. The host, a middle-aged man, loudly said.

"General, damn, this is going to be big." When Cook saw Conknie, dressed in a five-star general's uniform, he couldn't help but curse. According to legend, five-star generals had to be powerful warriors, just like ancient generals on Earth, as in the age of cold weapons, the bravery of generals played a significant role in victory.

However, the next scene almost left Cook speechless. The figure who seemed to be the third prince said from the host's position, "Thank you, General Conknie, for attending this banquet despite your illness. Let's raise our first glass to wish the general a speedy recovery."

"Also, while we drink our first glass, please serve a cup of juice to our hardworking guards. It is they who allow us to enjoy this banquet." The third prince then said very gentlemanly.

"Quickly, you, you, and you, go get juice for the guards, anything will do." Cook was stunned because he was included this time, and the one giving the instructions was a very, very arrogant guy by the third prince's side.

"Yes, yes, yes, sir!" Cook looked at the desserts, the broom mushroom fish soup, and the colorful juices, and couldn't help but mutter, "Is this fate?"

Subsequently, the guards received the juice granted by the third prince, and many of them shed tears because it was the first time that a high-ranking figure remembered these small soldiers. Of course, the small soldiers got a small amount, while the captains got much more.

Meanwhile, Wood and Carni, who had been on a mission, were not assigned any tasks and were resting in a room. After all, they had wandered around the forest. As for their juice, they shared it with the Andrew they mentioned.

"Sir, the third prince is winning hearts. Look, not only is he drinking wine, but also juice. Wherever there are high-ranking officers, he personally visits. Look, he just had dessert and is now eating roasted meat. Even at a buffet, it's not like this." Lucy, holding a cup of juice, closely followed Conknie, who was also holding a cup of juice, and said discontentedly.

"Hehe. Sending juice to the guards just now was also part of this. Not simple at all, the third prince has deep thoughts. We need to be careful in the future." Conknie's face was slightly flushed as she constantly raised her glass to familiar officers and other nobles, smiling. However, she whispered to Lucy, "A general, two generals, three generals, and eleven division commanders, plus a prince. My contribution this time, uh! No contribution at all. If this continues, I'll have to face the Ceylon Empire's bounty every day." Cook was excitedly counting, but then realized it was wrong. Such a significant contribution would not be a contribution but a death sentence. Cook, sweating profusely, picked up the largest silver tray and headed to the kitchen, where there was something that made him very excited.

"Uh! Lucy, help me, I feel like I'm going to vomit." Conknie grunted, then covered her mouth and pulled Lucy aside to give her a quiet instruction.

"Sir, should I go with you?" Lucy asked anxiously.

"No need, I'll be right back. After all, you are my adjutant. If we both leave, the third prince might get suspicious." Conknie looked around and saw a side door in the hall, quickly walking over.

"Dear Adjutant Lucy, what's wrong with the general?" Just as Lucy was about to follow, the third prince walked over and asked.

"Your Highness, the general is a woman, so she's a bit uncomfortable." Lucy quickly bowed and answered.

"Hehe, that's perfect. Adjutant Lucy, there are some things I need to ask you." The third prince, without further ado, grabbed Lucy's hand and led her to a small hall, while Lucy could only glance at where Conknie had disappeared.

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