Chapter 1345: Chapter 747: Future Possibilities
It’s often said that a good drink is best enjoyed with a kindred spirit, and the sa goes for food; dining with soone whose company you enjoy can certainly enhance your appetite.
Anyway, Dorothy was quite satisfied with this al.
Initially, she felt a bit embarrassed about eating too much at such a banquet, although she wasn’t afraid of embarrassnt herself. But as Audrey’s guest, she had to be mindful of how it might affect their host.
Now, with a fellow foodie eating alongside her, and this partner being a figure so high-profile that no one would dare say anything, it beca much easier.
At least the hobody witch could now eat openly and boldly.
Their conversation about their respective unfulfilled dreams was brief, as neither wanted to unintentionally hurt a new friend’s feelings. Yet, their shared excellent appetites facilitated ample topics of discussion.
Though these foodie conversations eventually made Dorothy feel a bit uneasy, because…
“Thank the Witch of the Forest for the bounty, Dorothy, try this pan-seared elf venison steak, the signature dish of Nightshade restaurant. It’s inspired by the eighty-second culinary magic of the Witch of the Forest’s Magic Kitchen series…”
“Here, try this as well, tea-leaf Hobbit egg, it’s crafted with a twist by the head chef at Azure Sky restaurant, modified from the ninety-third culinary magic, this chef is a winged witch, specializing particularly in various egg recipes.”
“And this, I highly recomnd this, it’s from the Witch of the Forest…”
Hmm, it’s clear that Her Royal Highness Princess Baalzebub is also a fan of the Witch of the Forest, probably a devout follower given how she rembers the spell numbers so clearly.
This made Dorothy feel both slightly proud and a bit nervous.
Sigh, although having a princess as a fan is quite pleasing, it’s truly overwhelming to randomly encounter people who admire the witch everywhere I go. It’s all fair trade; you’ve all spent money and points on spells, there’s really no need to worship like this.
This is what the hobody witch thought in her mind.
So, faced with Her Royal Highness’s enthusiastic recomndations, she simply lowered her head to eat quietly, not daring to say much.
But completely ignoring her wouldn’t be right either, not to ntion that she was a real princess, and ignoring the heartfelt connection between them wouldn’t be fair. Hence, Dorothy occasionally looked up to offer a brief comnt or two.
“Hmm, this venison is indeed delicious, and the bonfire used the tender branches of the World Tree, imparting a vibrant life force that is truly savory.”
“This tea-leaf egg is quite nice too, made with Alpine snow tea, a peculiar tea leaf that grows on the highest peaks and is a specialty of the winged people…”
…..
Hmm, it seems no one understands the culinary magic of the Witch of the Forest better than she does this ti.
Even though the hobody witch was just casually speaking, her culinary arts and understanding of the spells as their creator ant each comnt was precise, making Princess Baalzebub’s eyes shine ever brighter.
See, this is what a true kindred spirit looks like — two misunderstood drears, both foodies, and ardent fans of the master Witch of the Forest. It’s incredibly fitting.
If the occasion were less public, the Demon Princess might have pulled this little Dorothy aside to swear sisterhood then and there.
However, Dorothy also gained plenty from this interaction, as genuine, knowledgeable fans often provide authors with inspiration. Particularly, Her Royal Highness’s noble background gave her access to rare high-level delicacies, filling in the knowledge gaps of the hobody witch who was rich in talent but poor in fortune.
She thought if Princess Baalzebub switched her dream from writing to culinary arts, she might already be a renowned chef.
As for the dreams of art, when is art ever inconvenient? Isn’t culinary arts a form of art?
Ultimately, the two had such a pleasant exchange that as they sampled almost all the delicious dishes, and the banquet was nearing its end, they found themselves reluctant to part.
Eventually, they took out their spellbooks, added each other as Magic Network friends, and agreed to dine together again when free, before reluctantly separating.
Dorothy returned to her sisters with a full belly.
“Young lady, did you enjoy your sneaky al?”
She hadn’t removed the illusion disguise she used earlier, yet Ruthfiel had already communicated telepathically and asked.
The hobody witch’s proficiency in illusion techniques might be decent, but for Miss Fallen Angel, who possesses a jade-grade Evil Eye, any illusions are easy to see through. She had long noticed the young lady’s little act, yet chose not to expose it.
Moreover…
“How was the gourt dish of the Devil Princess? I knew you’d get tired of my household offerings; bla , for my withered beauty struggles to pique the young lady’s interest anymore.”
This wicked woman spoke with such an aggrieved tone, though she clearly had been smiling the whole ti.
Dorothy couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Ah, it’s truly puzzling what might have happened to Sophia in that line of destiny to result in such a mischievous personality as Ruthfiel’s.
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