The Greece Antagonist

Chewing it for a moment, Luo En silently put down the pie he had taken only one bite of.

Its texture was like biting into a flavored piece of wood, not only coarse but also overwhelmingly fishy, making every cell in his body reject the intake of such substance.

This Death Nightmare Demon is too insidious!

It actually entered the game in person, opting for mutual destruction, just to drag me down!

Just as Luo En was somewhat suspicious, the hostess, under the banner of new products, sold similar pies to other tables.

It was obvious that to save firewood and labor, she made more than one batch of the same type.

After a brief taste, the guests praised the new dish incessantly.

Upon hearing this, Luo En suddenly realized.

It's not the dish, nor does Vivian want to harm him; it's the Celtic people who have issues!

Thinking of how this land was later called a "culinary desert," any lingering hope he had for Celtic culinary culture was utterly shattered, and he decisively prepared to pay up and make a run for it after a few casual bites.

And as he approached the counter, the hostess couldn't help but smile excitedly:

"Thanks to your idea, today's specialty pie sold quite a bit. I'm planning to make it the signature dish of the shop; why don't you give it a name?"

Luo En's face twitched, unable to open his mouth.

Because he felt his divinity as the inheritor of the God of Stove was deeply insulted.

At this moment, Vivian, after finishing her meal, wiped her mouth and eagerly approached the counter, suggesting:

"With fish heads piercing the pastry, gazing at the snowy night sky, representing harvest and joy, with eyes soaked in grease becoming lighthouses, guiding lost ships home——let's call it 'Starry Sky.'"

I must say, her words were quite elegant, and the name was beautiful.

But, 'Starry Sky'?

Luo En looked at the pie with its yellow and black pattern, and the fish heads that wouldn't rest in peace, suddenly recalling that infamous English dark cuisine from later years.

So...

With Oriental culinary memories, inheriting the kitchen skills of the Greek Goddess of the Hearth, Hestia, the next god of cooking from the Nordic region, invented a dish in a small British fishing village that was passed down to modern English dark cuisine?

This is simply the biggest and most sinister despair event in culinary history!

"Nice name, we'll call it 'Starry Sky'! If you both come to eat again, I'll give you a twenty percent discount!"

Under the enthusiastic promise of the hostess, Luo En dragged Vivian, who still wanted to leave a signature, and fled covering his face.

Nothing else, he couldn't afford such embarrassment.

After leaving the small fishing village, Luo En sprinted north, only stopping when night fell.

Having missed the chance to enter the city again, the two of them had no choice but to camp and rest in the wild.

Vivian, accustomed to luxury, had complaints about this.

But with a bowl of steaming wheat porridge and two servings of honey-glazed fried meat, crispy on the outside and tender inside, brought to her lips, this Lake Fairy immediately forgot all displeasure and devoured the dinner with a gust.

Delicious! So tasty!

What was that pig food earlier!

No, even worse than pig food!

While sucking the oil residue off her fingers, Vivian unleashed a verbal assault on the local impoverished dietary culture.

She's decided that no matter what, she will cling to this guy in the future.

Even if not for anything else, she must think of her taste buds and stomach!

Vivian made up her mind, her eyes darted, and she smiled sweetly at Luo En by the fire:

"Teacher~~"

Amidst the sweet voice, her dreamy purple eyes exuded a girlish charm of a love-struck maiden, her lotus-like arms smoothly locking onto Luo En's arm, intimately snuggling.

But having shared time with this Lake Fairy, Luo En deeply understood her playful nature. Seeing her eagerness, chills ran through him, and goosebumps erupted on his skin.

"Stop it! Act normal, I'm scared. Just say what you want!"

"You see, having been out for several days now, shouldn't you keep your promise and teach me some real skills like curses and secret techniques?"

Vivian blinked, looking eager to learn.

You want to be my true disciple? Implement the previous verbal teacher-student relationship?

Luo En realized Vivian's intention, pondered for a moment, and showed a hint of difficulty on his face:

"I can teach you. However, the curses I know come from some deeply buried Spirit Tombs, which are quite different from the current Celtic curse system."

This answer was half true.

Luo En was relatively learned, not only mastering Hermes Language and Lun Runes, but also some Titan Language, Elf Language, and Said Witchcraft; however, these skills did not relate to the Celtic God Era's Ogan Tree Runes.

To prevent Vivian from becoming suspicious, he naturally attributed the sources of these curses to the Spirit Tombs.

On one hand, the Celtic God Era experienced numerous Great Invasions, and countless Spirit Tombs lie underground. These ancient relics undoubtedly contained many curses from various civilizations, which couldn't be proven through any specific means, making it perfect to cover his Otherworldly origin.

On the other hand, the Albion's Tomb they were searching for was also a Spirit Tomb, providing another layer of cover for his real reason for this journey, ensuring Vivian would lead the way.

Sure enough, not only did Vivian not doubt him, but she also revealed a look of keen interest:

"That's perfect, I just want to learn something new!"