"We have trouble. That little firecracker has already found out about our setup in the outer district, and the Death Sect has been discovered by her." It was still that depraved manor; Lady Babalon and Baelzebub were still sitting at the dining table, while that Hannibal was cooking today’s main course.
ticulously cleaned innards were being chopped into small pieces and marinated with various spices to eliminate any rank odor.
Although innards don’t occupy a large portion of Victory’s traditional nu, and many people aren’t inclined to eat organs, Hannibal had quite the culinary expertise regarding them.
In his eyes, since innards often make up a large proportion of available ingredients, it would be excessively wasteful to discard them all.
To avoid wasting such precious ingredients, Hannibal had diligently studied various global cooking techniques over the years, gaining considerable insight on how to prepare innards.
"In cooking at ingredients, there’s an important step in Eastern culinary recipes, known as blanching, which involves boiling the ingredients in cold water to draw out impurities." While ticulously preparing the ingredients in his hands, Hannibal even had the interest to explain: "The culinary artistry of the East is truly remarkable; in a certain sense, it is an art form!
They carefully handle every ingredient, striving to bring out the utmost flavor and freshness of the food.
Especially in the use of various spices, it’s like the most beautiful symphony, mastered only by the most skilled chefs."
While Hannibal was explaining, although Baelzebub and Lady Babalon were listening intently, they continued discussing their topic.
"It seems, madam, that your little pet hasn’t perford to expectations. Even such a small matter couldn’t be handled well, directly catching Langton’s jewel’s attention towards our activities in the slums; now we’re on the back foot." Baelzebub poured crimson liquid from a gigantic gold goblet into his mouth, letting it spill down his mouth and beard, dripping onto his chest.
Yet, he simply wiped it off indifferently with his hand and placed the gem-encrusted goblet aside.
The attendant dared not delay, promptly refilling it and suppressing his own fear with great effort, handing the blood-red liquor to him.
Behind the attendant, two blank-eyed girls lay on specialized equipnt, their whole bodies as pale as if there wasn’t a drop of blood left.
"Yes, he indeed disappointed . I was initially hoping he could take over Yellen’s position and complete the plan for us." Lady Babalon seed quite regretful, cupping the cheeks of the ’pet’ she ntioned with so sadness and reluctance on her face: "But unfortunately, mistakes must be punished, whether he or his sister, even if they were my favorites."
Speaking thus, Lady Babalon placed the face in her hands aside on a silver platter and arranged him alongside his sister.
For her pair of little pets, Lady Babalon was quite fond. Despite now having to deal with them, she still felt quite regretful, but her anticipation for tonight’s fresh ingredients and the ultimate gustatory pleasure it would bring her was greater.
"This isn’t the main issue; the key is how to deal with that little firecracker. I wouldn’t want to face her head-on; her Steam Knight is no easy opponent." While drinking the crimson liquor from his goblet, Baelzebub complained: "I’ve said before, handle this matter properly. Now that there’s been a slip-up, it’s pointless to assign bla; more importantly, how to redy and resolve it."
As he spoke, Baelzebub used a fork to pick a crispy roast at from the plate in front of him, chewed it heartily, and spat out the bone before continuing: "Though your pet is quite delicious, we’re not just here for the al, are we?"
"I admit this ti it’s my fault, but rest assured, Lord Baelzebub, I’ve already had all relevant information erased, and I purposely left a flaw for Langton’s brightest jewel, diverting her focus in another direction." Lady Babalon waved her hand, explaining to Baelzebub: "Moreover, the Death Sect’s petty maneuvers have been discovered by her. In the coming ti, Langton’s brightest jewel will concentrate her attention on addressing the threat of the Death Sect, which won’t have a significant impact on us.
As long as we can sever ties in ti and throw out enough bait, we can divert her attention. By the ti she realizes it, our plan will already be completed, and then she won’t be a problem anymore."
Today, Lady Babalon was still wearing a red long dress, with a golden tassel-like belt coiled around her slender waist, accentuating it as though it might crack under the strain any second.
Below Lady Babalon was a new pet bowing low to the ground, serving as a stool.
"The Death Sect fools, doing things so blatantly. Do they really think no one can stop them?" Baelzebub frowned, expressing his great displeasure at what happened this ti.
Despite belonging to the sa camp due to centuries of church suppression, there were still so differences and complex, intense rivalries between the various factions.
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