What a pity, she's been researching for nearly a thousand years, yet hasn't made much progress. The greatest breakthrough so far has been the Witch's Kitchen series of spells that began circulating more than a decade ago.
Even the witches of the Vampire Clan can't resist the temptation of those witch delicacies. Occasionally, when they've had too much blood, they improve their palate with a few witch treats.
Because of that, Danica has beco an ardent witch enthusiast. She has always dread of one day seeing with her own eyes the great spell caster who single-handedly improved the entire Witch World, no, the entire Western Universe's culinary system.
What a pity, the true identity of the Witch of the Forest has always been a mystery, despite years of searching by witch enthusiasts worldwide, nothing has been found.
This has always been Danica's greatest regret, but today the Countess's regret is slightly alleviated because at this mont she seems to have seen another True God worthy of lifelong devotion.
"Oh, art, this is simply the greatest art, what a wonderful flavor, what a lodious kitchen symphony, Lady Dorothy, your most loyal follower, Danica, presents her most sincere gratitude to you, thanking you, great one, for allowing this foolish to witness what true culinary arts are."
Although the Countess is drooling, she can at least remain rational. Using her authority as a count, she suppresses the blood slaves and blood citizens who are completely out of control, binding them tightly with countless blood threads, while praising the True God, Your Excellency, in an exaggerated tone.
Hmm, she really is a direct zealot. After all, this Countess who stands as a big figure throughout the Western Universe is now kneeling on the ground, prostrating forward, as if she wishes to worship the shoes of the hobody witch.
Dorothy: "????"
Damn, what a pervert.
The hobody witch quickly pulls back her foot, silently retreating a few ters.
She looks at the Countess kneeling on the ground, her skin crawling, truly feeling a bit scared.
To be fair, she was initially impressed by this Miss Danica upon arriving in the kitchen, after all, she is indeed a beauty, and an exceptionally beautiful one at that.
The form-fitting female chef's outfit couldn't hide her well-proportioned figure, especially the tight buttons on her chest, which were worrying as if they were under too much pressure.
Her naturally pink long hair is a rare color among witches, giving off a dreamy feel, and beneath these dreamlike strands was an even more dreamlike exquisite and flawless face.
If she wasn't seen in the kitchen, if she wasn't wearing a pristine chef's outfit, Dorothy would have thought she was a superstar from Venus City.
Hmm, this head chef's looks are definitely wasted on the kitchen, if she joined the entertainnt industry, she'd undoubtedly beco one of the breakout stars, because her beauty doesn't lose to Little Junior Sister's two madams.
This is a top-tier beauty even among the Witch Clan full of stunning beauties.
What a pity, a true beauty, though she's a pervert.
Previously, she was quite a normal beauty, gentle and generous, especially those pure and bright eyes, smiling as if they were crescents, sweet to the heart.
But now...
"Hehehe..."
It's as if the dreamlike, gentle beauty from the start was just a dream, the perverted woman kneeling on the ground is now drooling continuously, giggling foolishly.
Though Dorothy had already retreated, the creature still crawled forward like a spider, looking like she must lick the shoes of the big boss today.
This scared the hobody witch into thinking she had accidentally revealed her Face of God, but after checking all the seals on her body, she confird everything was intact, then why is this lunatic behaving so obsessed?
"Stop it, stop it, if there's sothing we can discuss, if you keep this up I'll call soone."
The hobody witch stomped on this perverted woman's cheek, stopping her terrifying advance, and warned her.
"Oh, bliss, thank you, my lord, for the blessing."
The perverted Countess began to rub her cheek against the bottom of the hobody witch's shoe, with a content expression saying "I have no regrets in this life".
This made Dorothy even more disgusted, causing her to instinctively kick this pervert several ters away.
However, at this mont she noticed the bound blood slaves struggling and rampaging in the distance and suddenly realized what was happening.
"Oh, I got too serious without realizing, actually using up to fifty percent of my strength, this is bad, I overdid the dosing, no wonder everyone's so obsessed."
The hobody witch realized her mistake.
In certain ways, the danger of her culinary arts isn't much less than the Face of God, it's nearly like the power of the Dao, she always intentionally controls her level, afraid of accidentally making soone unable to leave her.
This isn't a joke, if she unleashed her full culinary skills, it'd be scarier than any hallucinogenic drug, enough to make others unable to eat anything else ever again, savoring the supre blissful taste every mont.
It's said to keep soone attached to you, it starts with the stomach, but her craft directly ties both the soul and heart.
Therefore, she usually controls her skill based on the custor's strength, fearing that a misstep with the dosage would make them addicted.
But because tonight's banquet is rather high-end, with several big shots, she had to show so real skills, and sure enough, it almost backfired.
"Seems like I need to add a strength-based dynamic deliciousness unlocking chanism."
Dorothy mused, then snapped her fingers to get the kitchen moving again, returning the almost ready dishes back for more cooking.
Ah well, for human chefs, making different people taste different levels of flavor is sheer fantasy, it's as if a magical force, but for the hobody witch, it isn't a big deal.
After all, culinary arts consider the chef's heart, and belief in the heart is your magic.
Dorothy can easily achieve this with just her chef's heart, let alone that she truly understands magic now.
Afterwards, when the dishes were ready, she casually served a bowl of soup from a pot, raised her fingers as a sword gesture, twisted and swung, transforming the soup into several water snakes, which slithered towards the mouths of the vampire witches.
Hmm, this counts as an antidote, those who got infested with her Hungry Ghost Path Power of the Heart must taste it, else they might truly turn into Evil Ghosts akin to zombies.
As the serpentine soup threads entered the vampire witches' mouths and reached their stomachs, these feral like-beasts witches suddenly appeared serene, each showing a smile, like the Buddha holding lotus, reaching nirvana.
"Sigh, even I am often startled by my excellence, just showcasing a bit is already the world's limit."
Seeing everyone finally recovering, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief and felt slightly lonely at standing at this peak.
From the reactions of the chefs and the nearby head chef countess, she already knew tonight's feast would be very successful.
After all, when it cos to her culinary skills, the saying about a soft mouth when eating isn't just empty talk, her dishes are enchanting magic potions.
"Hmm, tonight I should act grand, beco the most dazzling at the banquet…..never mind, never mind, the protagonist tonight is Annie, I shouldn't steal the stepmother's spotlight, anyway eating my cuisine stamps a favorability seal directly, among tonight's guests are likely many entertainnt industry bigwigs, good for gaining so recognition before the upcoming Magic Shadow Festival."
The hobody witch chuckled slyly.
"My lord, you wish to enter the entertainnt industry, then please allow to offer so ager assistance."
A voice sounded almost beside her ear.
Dorothy jumped in fright and turned around to see the dreamlike countess's face.
"I do have a little insignificant influence in the entertainnt industry."
Danica said.
….The Countess volunteers….
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