Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Urien was surprised when he brought the bag to his mouth and found it already empty. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.
It was great to be young.
Unfortunately, he was not young anymore.
A smile appeared on this old man’s wrinkled face. His hunched back seemed to be less hunched, and he felt warm all over as if he was basking in the sun.
People only knew him to be the Lord of Ice. They had no idea that his legs had been hurting after he was 30, and that he had been bent after 40 because of lack of precautions when he started learning ice magic at a very young age. His body hurt every once in a while, and a lot too.
This roujiamo was doing his body some good, though not much. He wished it had been hotter.
He tasted frenzy fog in it. He had been to that Frenzy Isle before. It has a similar effect as the frenzy fog. No, better. It doesn’t damage the brain, and brings out the most hidden savagery inside the body.
It has small effect on humans, and even smaller effect on elves, I think. But it will excite the likes of orcs and demons, and even make them evolve.
People may become addicted to this food.
Suddenly, the room was lit by flames near the door, and there was shouting and crying.
Urien looked over his shoulder. The three lava demons went up in flames, red lava flowing in their cracks. Their flames lit up the restaurant and raised the temperature. They sure looked frightening.
Urien turned to look at Mag and Amy, who was staring at the three demons with surprise. Mag is truly a genius. It’s hard to believe that such a genius lived four years so miserably. He was honing his skills, or hiding? An interesting man. Then he shook his head with a smile. I don’t care how enigmatic he is, as long as he’s Amy’s father and a good cook.
The customers by the door moved away from the three demons. They felt lost. What the hell happened? Why have they gone into combat position all of a sudden? They don’t like the food here?
There were many kinds of demons on this continent, and most were very combative. Half of the disputes and fights in Chaos City had demons involved in one way or another, so of course many new customers were terrified.
Some customers stopped when they saw flames from outside of the door. They even backed off a few steps.
Many regulars had seen Sargeras and his flames so often it didn’t even affect them anymore.
Sargeras was sitting calmly in his iron chair, eating his roujiamo and feeling his blood rushing against that barrier. Every cell of his was cheering, intoxicating and obsessing him.
He smiled when he raised his eyes to take a look at Kiel and Mond, who were standing stiffly beside him. He had been right. Roujiamo was effective on all lava demons.
Their inability to break through their barriers was an important reason why lava demons had been weakening in the last thousand years. It was extra difficult to break through even one barrier for those whose blood was not pure enough.
Sargeras had broken through three barriers, and was both a genius and the strongest lava demon in existence. Both Kiel and Mond had only broken through one barrier, but they were already the new backbone of lava demon fighters.
“I’m… burning…” Kiel said, startled. His fat was shaking, his blood running like a runaway horse.
He was a little nervous since he had never felt this way before.
The good part was, he could clearly feel the barrier which had been dormant for decades shake! The barrier was like a tiny boat in the violent sea of blood, heaving helplessly.
This was all attributed to a bite of roujiamo!
Kiel raised his hand. The bag was already starting to burn. He hurriedly removed the bag, and stuffed the rest of the roujiamo into his mouth.
“It’s really good!” Kiel said. “Good” was the only word he could think of to describe the food right now. He felt he had not one regret in his life after this roujiamo.
“Boss, I knew you wouldn’t let us down!” Mond said, excited. He shoved the roujiamo into his mouth, chewing happily.
For a thousand years, lava demons had been wandering around the whole continent, seeking a way to break through their barriers.
So when Sargeras told them in his letter that he had found a way, the whole tribe, with only the old, the weak, the young, and few fighters left, got stirred up. Kiel and Mond made for Chaos City on the very night they received the message. They traveled day and night, wondering what this magical way was, only to find when they arrived that it was a dish called roujiamo.
It was indeed a magical way.
They could break through their barriers by eating roujiamo. They could never find a better way than that.
This dish was a godsend for them. They had finally found the way in this restaurant, after a thousand years of searching.
“Roar!” Kiel shouted as he tilted his head back. A golden-red flame half a meter high came out of his mouth, and disappeared suddenly. The red flames over his body turned a little golden. He looked different.
“You have got to another level, Kiel!” Mond said, surprised and envious. Kiel had broken through the first barrier earlier than Mond, and now he was ahead of him again.
“Yes! I did it!” Kiel looked at the golden-red flames over his hands, and wanted to cast a pyroblast.
Sargeras rose quickly to his feet, and patted Kiel on the head. “Stop that, you fool! We wouldn’t be able to eat here again, and you might get us all killed.”
Kiel swiftly withdrew his hands in fright. “Sorry!” Then he took a glance at the kitchen, and leaned close to Sargeras. “Boss, how about we kidnap the cook?” he whispered in his ear.
