Chapter 821

The noise of the banquet outside had nothing to do with Dorothy at this time, after all, she was busy in the back kitchen.

Well, after all, it was the first big client of the Witch's Home, and in order to give her stepmother some face, the Home Witch decided to provide a banquet service as a gift.

At this time, in the back kitchen of the Dracula family manor, the blood slaves and blood people witches who were originally cooks were staring dumbfounded at the pots and pans in the kitchen acting on their own.

It was as if a wise general was commanding his troops, and it was also as if an outstanding conductor was guiding a symphony orchestra in a grand performance.

At this time, the kitchen had a similar atmosphere. The spatulas were waving, the iron pots were flipping, the raging fire was licking the bottom of the pots, and the high temperature was heating the ingredients. Everything was so uniform, with a solemn beauty of militarization and collectivization.

Clearly, there was only one figure standing quietly in front of the stove, not moving, just watching everything, but in the eyes of these blood witches, it was as if they could see countless famous chefs from all over the world gathered in this empty kitchen.

These top-tier chefs, any one of whom could be considered a master, put down their arrogance and were working together under the command of the God of Cooking, just to present their most outstanding craftsmanship at this divine festival.

Thus, when the lids were opened one by one, dazzling golden light shone from the pots, making the kitchen as bright as day and forcing the onlookers to close their eyes.

But after losing their vision, other human senses often automatically strengthen, such as everyone's sense of smell and taste at this time.

The soul-stirring aroma slowly flowed out from the pots, turning into clouds and mist, and the clouds and mist condensed into ghost claws in mid-air. Then, the claws of these hungry ghosts rudely invaded from everyone's mouth and nose, crazily ravaging their noses and taste buds, unreasonably staining everything with their color and turning them into their shape.

Most of the chefs present were also blood witches, and the appetite of vampires has never been strong. Although they can eat normal food, compared to these ordinary meals, they actually love another kind of food more, which is blood, especially high-level blood full of spirituality.

However, at this moment, when the fragrant ghost claw clouds and mist dispersed, everything was different. The blood witches, who should only be interested in blood, couldn't help but start drooling crazily. They kept swallowing their saliva, trying to suppress this sudden surge of appetite, but it wasn't just their mouths that were rebelling; their esophagus, stomach, and even every cell in their whole body were shouting one word.

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

Unimaginable hunger dominated their bodies. Even if these low-level blood witches tried their best to control themselves, at this moment, they were like innocent girls facing a peerless tough guy. Even if their reason knew they shouldn't surrender, their bodies betrayed their master's will and only knew how to cater unconsciously.

One can only blame those ghost claws for being too rude just now. Once you have experienced that feeling, you really can't go back.

The vampire witches all felt as if they had returned to the day they were embraced by their respective masters. Having just transitioned from ordinary witches to blood witches, they had lost their appetite for normal food, replaced by a craving for blood.

That craving was something they still couldn't forget even many years later. It was a feeling similar to a traveler dying of thirst in the desert craving water, or a drowning person who couldn't swim craving the last straw.

But now, the mark of blood thirst that their masters had left on them during the embrace had been replaced by another kind of hunger. These drooling blood witches only had one thought in their minds at this time, and that was to eat.

Of course, not all blood witch chefs were so weak, such as the original head chef of this kitchen.

She was not a low-level blood slave or blood person, but a blood aristocrat, and not even a low-level baroness or viscountess, but a noble countess, a true titled Great Witch.

Lust: "Wow, Netherworld Faction, does this have a relationship with the Netherworld system? That place is super mysterious; although I've died many times in the past, I don't remember the memories after death once I revive."

This was one of the only three remaining countesses of the Dracula family, and the strongest one. If it weren't for the fact that there was really no more sublimation blood, with the strength of this blood countess, she should have been promoted to a marchioness long ago.

However, this countess lady was also a different kind of witch. If it were someone else in her situation where the path forward was cut off, she might have been various kinds of incompetent rage.

But Danika was very open-minded about this, or rather, she didn't really care about rank and strength. Fighting and killing were just work for her. As for what life was, this could be seen from her title.

She was a chef who loved food.

She even chose to be embraced and become a blood witch just to taste the world-famous blood-brewed wine hidden in the Dracula family's secret cellar.

And after the path forward was cut off, this big shot simply hid in the back kitchen and studied cooking every day.

The decline in appetite for ordinary food after becoming a blood witch became a new challenge for her. She was trying to overcome the century-old problem that vampires only like to drink blood and don't like to eat.

It's a pity that she had been researching for almost a thousand years and hadn't made much progress. Currently, the biggest progress was the Witch's Kitchen series of magic spells that suddenly started circulating more than ten years ago.

Even blood witches found it difficult to resist the temptation of witch food, and occasionally, after drinking too much blood, they would have some witch snacks to improve their taste.

Therefore, since then, Danika had become a fanatical witch fan. She had always dreamed of one day seeing with her own eyes the great magic caster who improved the entire witch world, no, it should be the entire Western Universe's dietary system, with her own strength.

It's a pity that the true identity of the Witch of the Forest had always been a mystery. The witch fans all over the world had been looking for so many years, but they hadn't found anything.

This had always been Danika's biggest regret, but the countess lady's regret was slightly relieved today, because she seemed to have seen another true god worthy of her lifelong belief.

"Oh, art, this is simply the greatest art. What a wonderful taste, what a pleasant kitchen symphony. Lord Dorothy, your most loyal believer Danika offers you the most sincere thanks, thank you, great you, for letting the stupid me witness what true cooking is."

Although this countess lady was also drooling, she could at least maintain her reason. Therefore, while suppressing the other blood slaves and blood people who had completely lost control with the authority of a countess—countless blood threads tied those out-of-control guys tightly—she praised the God of Truth in a very exaggerated tone.

Hmm, this was a true fanatic. After all, this countess lady, who could be considered a big shot in the entire Western Universe, was kneeling on the ground, crawling forward, looking like she wanted to lick the Home Witch's shoes.

Dorothy: "..."

Damn, what a pervert.

The Home Witch hurriedly retracted her feet and silently retreated a few meters away.

She looked at the countess lady kneeling on the ground with goosebumps all over her body, really feeling a little scared.

Turn off lights, protect eyes, large, medium, small.

In all fairness, when she first came to the kitchen, she was actually amazed by this Miss Danika. After all, this was indeed a beauty, and the best kind of great beauty.

A decent lady's chef uniform couldn't hide her curvy and beautiful figure, especially the tight buttons on her chest, which made people slightly worried that the pressure would be too great.

Natural pink long hair was also a rare color among witches, with a dreamy feeling, and under that dreamy hair was an even dreamier, exquisite, and flawless face.

If it weren't for seeing her in the kitchen, and if it weren't for the white chef uniform she was wearing, Dorothy would have thought this was a popular superstar in Venus City.

Hmm, the beauty of this head chef lady was definitely delayed by the kitchen. If she went into the entertainment industry, she could definitely become one of the explosive superstars. After all, her beauty was no less than the two ladies of the little junior sister's family.

This was the top-tier beauty even among the witch clan, which was full of beauties.

It's a pity that she is a beauty, but she is a pervert.

Clearly, she was a normal beauty before, gentle and generous, especially those pure and bright eyes, which were like crescent moons when she smiled, sweet to the heart.

But now...

"Hehehe..."

It was as if the dreamy, gentle beauty from the beginning was just a dream. This female pervert kneeling on the ground was drooling uncontrollably and giggling non-stop.

Clearly, Dorothy had already retreated, but this guy crawled up like a spider, looking like she had to lick the big shot's shoes today.

This scared the Home Witch, who thought her God's Face had leaked. But she checked her whole body's seals and confirmed that everything was intact. Then what was wrong with this guy, why was she such a pervert?

"Stop, stop, let's talk about business, okay? If you do this again, I'm going to call someone."

The Home Witch stepped on the female pervert's cheek, stopping the terrible thing's idea of continuing to move forward, and warned her like this.

"Oh, supreme happiness, thanks to my Lord for the gift."

The perverted countess began to rub her cheeks against the Home Witch's shoe soles, while having an expression of "I have no regrets in this life."

This made Dorothy feel even more chilled, and she subconsciously kicked this pervert several meters away.

However, at this time, she also noticed the blood slaves tied up not far away struggling and going berserk, and suddenly realized something.

"Ah this, I was too serious by accident and actually took out 50% of my strength. Bad things happened. The medicine was too much. No wonder they are all so obsessed."

The Home Witch realized her mistake.

To some extent, the danger of her cooking was no less than that of God's Face. This was already a power close to the Dao. She had always intentionally controlled her level, fearing that she would accidentally make others unable to leave her from then on.

This is no joke. If she went all out in her cooking, it would be more terrible than any hallucinogenic drug. That was a terrible power that could make others unable to eat other food for the rest of their lives, constantly reminiscing about the supreme ultimate taste every moment.

It is said that if you want to make someone unable to leave you, you must first grab the other party's stomach, and her craftsmanship directly kidnapped the other party's soul and heart.

Therefore, she generally controls her craftsmanship according to the strength of the diners, fearing that if she accidentally adds too much medicine, she will make people addicted.

But because the banquet tonight was relatively high-end and there were many big shots, she could only take out some real skills, but it turned out that something almost went wrong.

"It seems that I need to add a setting to unlock dynamic deliciousness according to strength."

Dorothy thought so, then snapped her fingers again, letting the kitchen act again, and re-cooking the delicacies that were almost out of the pot.

Well, the high-end technology of letting different people taste different levels of flavor is simply a fantasy for human chefs. This is already a magical power, but it is not a big problem for the Home Witch.

After all, cooking also requires a heart for cooking, and a believing heart is your magic.

Dorothy could easily do this just by relying on her cooking heart, not to mention that she really understands magic now.

And then, after the food was out of the pot, she casually scooped a bowl of soup from a soup pot, then compared her fingers to a sword finger, turned and waved, and the soup in the bowl turned into several water snakes winding toward the mouths of the blood witch chefs.

Hmm, this is the antidote. People who have been hit by her Hungry Ghost Dao cooking heart power must taste the flavor, otherwise, they might really turn into evil ghosts like zombies.

And as the soup water snakes entered their abdomens along the mouths of the blood witches, the witches who were just as ferocious as beasts suddenly became peaceful. They all smiled, like Buddha picking flowers, and ascended to the ultimate bliss early.

"Sigh, even I am often startled by my own excellence. I only need to perform slightly, and it is already the limit of this world."

Looking at everyone who finally recovered, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little lonely and invincible.

From the reactions of these chef ladies and the countess head chef next to her, she already knew that the banquet tonight would be very successful.

After all, for her cooking, eating people's mouths is not just an empty word. Her cooking is a magic potion that confuses people's hearts.

"Hmm, I have to show off tonight and become the most shining... Forget it, forget it, the protagonist tonight is Annie, so I won't steal the stepmother's limelight. Anyway, as long as they eat my cooking, they will be directly stamped with favorability. There should be many big shots in the entertainment industry among the guests tonight, so it's good to get familiar with them at the Magic Shadow Festival in a few days."

The Home Witch smiled sinisterly.

"My Lord, if you want to enter the entertainment industry, then please be sure to let me offer a meager effort to assist you."

A voice sounded almost in her ear.

Dorothy was startled. She turned her head and saw the dreamy face of the countess lady.

"I still have a little insignificant power in the entertainment industry."

Danika said so.

The countess lady is asking for a mission...

Sigh, I can't write about food anymore, damn it, the power of medicine is restricted.