Ostralia sighed softly. According to the laws of the Sixth Epoch, Boka has committed grave sins, yet he is a good ntor. The legacy and grievances of gourts are not for outsiders to know. "Elder Alain, Prince Oliver will sense the loss of his Culinary Master. We should leave Hedan imdiately."
Alain Ducasse nodded, "Elder Ostralia, I still have so matters to handle, and Oliver can’t find ."
Ostralia knew that the other must have realized special powers, and the wish power of a single dish was unexpectedly strong. After enduring considerable pain and trials, the reborn Alain Ducasse now possessed a path in the history of the Gourt Association that was unheard of, and was awe-inspiring.
Ostralia nodded, "I’ll go ahead. I’ll take Boka’s body and the Divine Relic back to the Holy Land. We’ll et at the Gourt Association. I’m looking forward to your arrival."
Alain nodded slightly, "Thank you, Elder Ostralia. See you at the Holy Land."
Ostralia, carrying Boka, vanished into the darkness. Witnessing a duel of culinary legacy was a rare experience, infused with precious secret knowledge. Alain Ducasse will inherit the power of Dark Cuisine and new cuisine. The gastronomic path must choose soone with a powerful main path as a guide. It’s just uncertain who he relies on; it must be soone capable of countering a powerful destined entity like Prince Oliver...
Under the cover of night, Alain Ducasse also left. When he returned to the inn, Ma Liu had already co back. He gained the ability to change bones and muscles. To be precise, when making food, his body would provide maximum convenience for processing ingredients in the best way possible.
Ma Liu had to go to the Holy Land, but before that, he wanted to say goodbye to his friends, especially Brother Li. Without him, Alain Ducasse wouldn’t be who he is now.
***
Li Xin was in the room, without lighting a lamp, just thinking. Once indecision faded away and he decided to do sothing, his mind was clearer. The Hex Bird Society might close, but the Night Patrol wouldn’t retreat easily.
Such a grand plan, consuming manpower and resources—the Moon God’s Court wouldn’t just withdraw like that. Ten to one, Christie and the president are planning an assassination. Reaching this step, eliminating Oliver is the only way to turn the tables. Once Oliver dies, Hokele’s throne will be secured, allowing the Hex Bird Society to continue developing in Moncalleta.
Hex Bird Society... Christie’s residence...
Li Xin had an idea. Just then, a knock sounded on the door. Li Xin lit the lamp, adjusted his emotions, opened the door, and saw Ma Liu.
"Brother Li, I’m back. I’m really sorry I couldn’t see old Moulton and young Moulton off," Ma Liu apologized.
Li Xin nodded subconsciously, then looked at him, stunned, "Ma... Ma Liu?"
Ma Liu smiled, "Brother Li, my stutter is cured."
Li Xin hugged Ma Liu, finally hearing so good news, "Co in and sit."
"Brother Li, I’m here to admit my mistakes," Ma Liu said, "Actually, I hid so things."
Ma Liu is now the Fifth Elder and can fully handle his branch’s affairs. In the Gourt Association, he holds significant authority. Elders are equal, collectively maintaining the Gourt Association. Li Xin is the contract bearer he chose for his branch, just like how the ntor once chose Prince Oliver. Back then, Ma Liu sensed sothing different in Li Xin, though he couldn’t articulate it. Intuition told him it was his only choice.
Ma Liu explained the situation and the process of inheritance to Li Xin. Originally, he was supposed to walk the dark path as a disciple. The hidden path is cruel; a disciple’s role is to reduce the risk of inheritance, but with his abilities, he’d surely die. Eventually, the ntor chose the path of Dark Cuisine for him, urging him to find new thods. Yet, Ma Liu was utterly confused, not knowing how to overco it, waiting until the ntor’s path failed. eting Li Xin showed him things he had never seen or felt before, and the perspectives on the world and food could never be the sa. Like Li Xin’s casual remark, "Food is the heaven of the people," which overturned his food perspective and future path. Developing ingredients, creating affordable and quality food for everyone to enjoy is what a gourt should be.
The people’s gourt!
After so long, Ma Liu finally expressed himself to Li Xin, and Li Xin learned about Ma Liu and Bocuse. Death for Bocuse was the end of sin. Now, only Ma Liu can wield Dark Cuisine among the gourt.
Once you take a hidden path, fate is no longer self-determined, no matter how abnormal the path is.
"Brother Li, don’t worry, I’d never help Oliver," Ma Liu said.
Li Xin thought of sothing, but it flashed by, unclear. Suddenly, he rembered the spoon, took it out, "This is a spoon given to by Bocuse, his relic. I’m returning it to you."
Seeing the spoon, Ma Liu’s eyes turned red, holding back tears. Upon eating a gourt’s food, an enigmatic sense arises. The ntor had known for a long ti, implying it through the spoon, silently helping him all along.
"Brother Li, this was a gift from my ntor to you. You are also my half-ntor and forever a guest of the Gourt Association."
Looking at the unattainable spoon, Li Xin said, "Ma Liu, do a favor before you go."
"Brother Li, I’m willing to do anything for you."
Li Xin’s mouth curved with a lethal edge, "Once I arrange everything, we’ll help settle your ntor’s debts."
Through the secretive words shared by Ma Liu, Li Xin suddenly grasped sothing important. Of course, this was just one aspect; he needed to clarify other matters.
The Prince Mansion at Hedan.
A clergy from the Earth Temple, wearing a silver robe with golden cuffs but distinct from the usual Earth Temple attire, was respectfully speaking to the Prince.
Most of the main points seed covered, and then the clergy asked, "Your Highness, Perfur Jia’er has completed the task but hasn’t returned to the church for a debrief. This person has great talent and perford such a significant task, important to the church. Do you know where he went?"
"That person was disrespectful to and has been handled," Prince Oliver said calmly.
The clergy paused, "Your Highness, he is a church mber. You should hand him over to us..."
Before finishing the sentence, Oliver gave a cold glance, making the whole room’s temperature drop as if to freeze. The clergy quickly lowered his head, "Apologies, Your Highness. I didn’t express myself clearly. I an, such trivial matters shouldn’t trouble you."
Oliver snorted, suddenly his expression turned dark, "Boka has disappeared."
His intuition couldn’t be wrong. As his vassal, he had an accurate sense of Boka, and this sense had been diminishing, now completely gone.
"Could he have run away?" the clergy asked.
"Hmm, just a re gourt, he doesn’t have the guts," Oliver said coldly, pondering a mont and then musing, "Did he actually lose?"
Boka, who succeeded in Dark Cuisine, would have a sixty to seventy percent chance against other elders. How could he lose to a disciple? At the sa ti, knowing Boka’s character, the Gourt Association’s heritage values tradition suprely. It would be easy to manipulate such stubbornness. That disciple must have indeed co up with sothing new. If Boka lost, then this person must have inherited a new power alongside Dark Cuisine, which could be trendously beneficial.
"Seal all exits from Hedan imdiately, find that new gourt elder for , Alain Ducasse. I underestimated you!" Prince Oliver’s handso face showed a playful smile, even with a hint of expectation, unlike his usual sunny deanor. Now, Prince Oliver exuded an eerie air that chilled people to the bone.
"Yes, Your Highness, I’ll proceed imdiately!" The clergy exited silently, disappearing into the darkness.
With no lights on in the entire room, Oliver now hated light. Perhaps this was a side effect of Dark Cooking. Minor matters weren’t important. Despite his advancent, he still needed the dark culinary gourt. That dark gourt, like him, belonged to a rare retro path of this era. Reproducing it was almost impossible; it had to be found. This was rely the first step to success. He would keep moving forward, seeking greater power. No wonder countless people are obsessed with the hidden path. Once they feel this transcendent power, they’re rarely interested in anything else.
It was late, his stomach growling again. He enjoyed standing at the highest point of the city, watching the lively...
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