Chapter 747 Aren’t you ashamed? !

Feng Ying carried the huge black curly horns and happily ran to the Loklak Hall Tavern.

Unfortunately, the attention and cheers she received were much less than she expected. She didn't see many people in the tavern at all. I'm afraid they all ran out to look for ingredients and haven't come back yet.

 I knew I should come back in a few days.

Feng Ying deeply regrets that showing off can only be done once. It would be too deliberate and embarrassing to have to carry the black horn everywhere to show off.

With a feeling of regret and expectation, Feng Ying sent the "Ceratopsian Furious Arms", the shiny black spiral dragon horns, and some strong carapace collected from the black horned dragons to the best weapon workshop in Lockark. .

 The craftsmen assured her that her "Force of Destiny" would be completed in about a week or so at the same time as the food competition was held.

That is recognized as one of the best shield axes!

 Feng Ying is looking forward to it very much.

Maka was not in a hurry to build equipment. She seemed to want to find a powerful craftsman to customize a set of lightweight black horned dragon armor. The regular horned dragon series armor was too thick and heavy, and Ted could use it just fine. She But the insect stick user

After the customization of the new weapons was completed, Feng Ying focused all her attention on the food competition that would be held soon. The title of winner of "The Third Princess's Favorite" must be hers!

　　Bah! What the **** name.

 As the date of the food competition approaches, the whole of Lockark gradually becomes lively.

It can be seen that the enthusiastic desert residents really like this noisy collective activity.

The location of the competition is arranged by the mysterious lake that will never dry up. A huge stage is being set up. It can be seen that the major chambers of commerce as the organizers are very attentive.

 The enthusiasm of the merchants who gathered was no less than that of the local citizens. They were not necessarily competing for the winner. As long as enough people gathered together, they would always make business.

Although she is full of confidence in the ceratopsian eggs that she and others brought back, she is not someone who gets carried away easily. On the contrary, she is smart and cautious.

 At least that’s what Feng Ying thinks.

 She very "keenly" noticed a "loophole" in this competition.

Strictly speaking, this competition is an ingredient competition, not a gourmet food competition. The contestants are only responsible for providing the ingredients. As for cooking the ingredients into delicious food, it is the professional cat chef team convened by Lockrack.

Although Pork Chop is not a qualified cat cook, in the name of Guild Leader Mustache and the Third Princess, who can object to putting it in and using it as an anvil or water table to help cook?

 Pork Chop Stealing Master.

In the past two days, the third princess and her maids were running around the city without a trace.

 At the hunters’ dinner table.

While Feng Ying was absent-mindedly eating the carefully cooked pork chop, which became more and more professional, she mentioned it unintentionally, "Pork chop, although you are not a chef, you can handle most of the ingredients for the competition." Right."

ˆ “.”

 Everyone at the dining table all looked at her in disbelief.

Gordon clenched his fists, and even Hayata, who had always regarded Feng Ying as a younger sister, had eyes full of reproach.

When did this kid become so disdainful?

Feng Ying tried to deny, "No, no! I never thought about letting Pork Chop tamper with other contestants' ingredients!"

 She thought about it.

Wearing a chef's hat, Pig Pork looked sideways at Feng Ying to see how she planned to quibble.

“I, I just want to remind you not to make the ceratopsian egg we brought back into a scrambled egg. I hope it can be made into egg pudding, and make it look better. Well, use the egg shell as a container.”

 Pork Chop continued to look at her sideways, "When you hand in the ingredients, you can make notes on cooking methods and additional requirements. Did you make any remarks at that time?"

 “The remarks have been made.”

"That's okay, meow. From the perspective of fairness, I shouldn't know what ingredients you handed in, meow. I will treat what you just said as if I didn't hear it, meow."

 “Okay.” Feng Ying retreated into the corner with her dark thoughts.

Seeing that Feng Ying was almost crazy about the bonus, Hayata thought for a moment, walked to the storage box, and hugged the strange dragon cub that had been **** for several days but was still full of energy and wriggling around. out.

Anhil was startled, "Have you not turned in the ingredients yet? The deadline is coming soon."

Hayata smiled and placed the strange dragon cub in front of the pork chop. "I thought this wouldn't win any prizes. I might as well leave it to the pork chop to practice. Let's eat it together for midnight snack. It's delicious." Yo."

 “Ji-ga!”

The strange dragon cub let out a strange, scalp-numbing cry.

"To be honest, I don't really want to eat it." Looking at the strange baby dragon that stretched its neck and tried to bite him, Anxier sat back and said, "But Feng Ying, don't you feel ashamed?"

Feng Ying bent her legs, knelt down on the chair, and bowed, "I was wrong."

After that midnight snack, Feng Ying's mind returned to normal and she no longer thought about those crooked things.

 She returned to the play group of the Third Princess and the others, shopping today, going to the lake tomorrow, and having fun all over the place.

Gordon and the others also took off their armor and weapons and fully enjoyed this lively holiday.

 The influence of the food competition has been growing. Many people don’t even know what the competition itself is. They just heard that Lockrack is holding a “food festival” and rushed here one after another.

The streets of Lockark are becoming more and more crowded, with so many tourists that there is no room for accommodation in hotels. Many residents have even started a "B&B" business, and the excitement is no less than last month's harvest festival.

　　　Mustache has grown numb from laughter, and the administrators of Lockark, including him, have decided to make this event an annual fixed event and festival.

 At that time, there is no need for the third princess to provide bonuses, as long as she is willing to come to the competition and show her face.

 After shopping at the food stalls in the commercial street for a whole day, Gordon and the others wandered to the tavern.

  For hunters, the tavern is a place of special significance.

Even during the holidays, even if they have no intention of taking on the mission, they are still willing to go to the assembly hall and tavern every day to have a meal, drink and so on.

Most of the hunters who went out of the city to look for food have returned, and the gathering hall and tavern have returned to their usual noisy appearance.

However, at this time, most of the hunters in the tavern were crowded around a drinking table, and the sounds of shouting, laughing and cursing could be heard across the entire street.

 “Come on! Come on! Sister, you’re almost there!”

“Bald guy, please give me a little more strength and push it back! That’s it! Hahahaha!”

Gordon grinned. He knew what was going on inside without even looking at him.

 Arm wrestling is the most popular "sport" in any hunter's tavern.

Gordon rubbed his hands and squeezed into the crowd under Hayata's helpless gaze.

The hunters who were squeezed away by him were about to yell and curse a few words, but when they saw the size of the incoming man clearly, they all closed their mouths conscientiously.

Going all the way to the center of the crowd, Gordon couldn't help but blink when he saw the two players clearly.

On one side is the dark-skinned Black Thunder Dragon, Sister Maridan. This lady’s eyes are wide-eyed, her muscles are bulging, and those tiger-stripe-like tattoos seem to come alive, twisting constantly.

On the other side is a bald man with a ferocious face. The scars on his forehead are full of blood, and the blue-black blood vessels are hopping, as if they are about to burst at any time.

 “Brother Ted!” Gordon shouted happily.

"ah?"

Ted was distracted for a moment, and Maridan took the opportunity to use explosive force and smashed the opponent's arm to the table in one fell swoop.

With a loud "Bang!", the thick log wine table was smashed open with a conspicuous crack.

 “The winner is my mother!”

“It doesn’t count! If someone interferes with it, it doesn’t count!”

 (End of this chapter)