Chapter 1220: Good Morning, Fa…

Camilla, who was soaked with sweat, had collapsed on the bed with unshed tears in her eyes and a flushed face. She looked at Mag with a resentful gaze as she felt as if all her strength had been expended.

She had never expected this fellow would use such a perverted and underhanded method—tickling!

“Very good.” Mag reached out to untie the string behind her head, and removed that ball from her mouth with his pinkies outstretched. “Now, you can begin to swear.”

“I, Camilla Bartoli, swear on the name of my ancestors. From today onward, I will submit to Mag for one year. I will not defy or go against him,” Camilla said, clenching her teeth. She felt so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.

“Remember your promise. From today onward, do a good job and never come and harass me again. I am already a parent of a daughter.” Mag nodded with satisfaction. He helped Camilla turn over and removed the handcuffs and collar.

Mag took two steps back and said to Camilla on the bed, “Now, you may leave.”

As a normal man, he should be doing something when he faced such a helpless mature lady.

However, he was such an unusual handsome man. A gentleman wouldn’t have taken advantage of a person when she was weak.

Even though he was the cause of her being so weak.

At the border of Wind Forest far away, there was a woman who was fighting for the future and freedom of the elves. How could he be unfaithful to her at this time?

That was a powerful existence who could use a stool to send 10th-tier powerhouses flying!

Besides that, Mag was way past the phase where he was controlled by his lower body.

Hence, he urged Camilla, who was lying on the bed, unable to move. “Why are you not leaving yet?”

“I can’t move…” Camilla’s aggrieved voice sounded. Although her magic had already recovered after the collar was removed, her body felt very weak. Even if she wanted to leave this shameful place, her body didn’t allow her to.

“Where is your home?” Mag furrowed his brows.

“Boundless Sea Realm.”

Mag pondered for a moment. This didn’t sound wrong, either.

“Then, I have no way to send you home. You can spend the night here and get to work straight away tomorrow morning,” Mag said casually.

“I… I will never sleep on the same bed with you.” Camilla glared. Was this fellow going to eat his words!?

“I don’t want to sleep with sweaty people, either.” Mag rolled his eyes.

Camilla heaved a sigh of relief. Although being sweaty made her uncomfortable, the bed she was lying on was so comfortable. She felt her entire body was going to sink into it. It was soft and super warm. If she could spend the night here, it seemed rather…

“You will sleep on the floor.” Mag laid the quilt out on the floor and then carried Camilla, who was stunned, and put her on the floor. He covered the quilt over her body and nodded in satisfaction. “This is good enough.”

“Y-you will never find a girlfriend like this…” Camilla said resentfully. This fellow actually made her sleep on the floor while he slept on the bed.

“Hoho. I am the father of a daughter.” Mag smiled with disdain. “Moreover, the ladies who want to be my girlfriend could encircle Chaos City if they are to form a line.”

Camilla choked. Mag wasn’t boasting when he said that…

“A night attack that gives me a headache.” Mag stared at the bedsheet that was soaked and sighed. He had to change to a new set of beddings. He kept the three Photostones and looked at Camilla who was all wrapped up. Smiling, he said, “Goodnight.”

And then he switched off the light.

Very soon, Mag’s snoring could be heard.

Camilla, who was very nervous initially, heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Mag’s stable breathing. It seemed like Mag indeed didn’t have ulterior motives toward her. However, she soon began to think in annoyance, Why? This fellow actually has no feelings for me? Am I not an attractive woman?

Although she had plenty of nonsensical thoughts in her mind and was sleeping in a man’s room, under his blanket, fatigue washed over her, and Camilla soon fell asleep.

Mag closed his eyes, and went straight into the test field for the God of Cookery.

If Camilla didn’t want to destabilize her ancestors’s coffins, she most likely wouldn’t try to harm him.

Mag had already wasted plenty of time due to Camilla’s night attack. To prevent the scenario where he couldn’t even leave the test field for the God of Cookery before he woke up next morning, he had to get in as soon as possible.

An intense scent of spiciness washed over him as soon as he entered the kitchen. There were a few open spices on the condiments rack that were already showing off their presence even before they were cooked.

Brewing the soup base wasn’t an easy task, especially a rich and aromatic soup base. Just the spices and condiments needed alone were in the dozens. Furthermore, they needed to be accurately proportioned and brewed with a practiced technique in order to get an irresistible red soup base.

The crux of the hot pot was the soup base.

That soup wasn’t clear water, but a beef broth that was brewed for over 10 hours. The soup base was rich and aromatic.

A big piece of butter was melted in the pot slowly, and the chili broad bean paste was then added in to make a pot of dark red oil. Sichuan peppers were scattered into the pot, and the aromatic spiciness was released naturally. Then, the beef broth was poured in, followed by the red peppers, old ginger, and the other spices and condiments. It was slowly brewed until it became a pot of aromatic red soup base.

As for clear broth, it was much easier. Although the clear broth was healthier, it didn’t mean it was tasteless like water. It, too, needed a base made of bones to release the taste of the hot pot ingredients.

After going through the procedures many times in his heart, Mag started to make the soup base.

“The soup tastes bland. Fail!

“The sichuan peppers were underfried for two seconds. Fail!

“It’s not spicy enough. Fail!

“Fail…”

Mag was just like a cold-blooded assassin as he accepted the System’s judgement, and then poured the failed red soup base into the wastewater tank again and again.

He indeed did not feel heartache for free ingredients.

…

Mag opened his eyes the next morning when the alarm clock rang.

Camilla also opened her eyes at the same time.

She had a very weird dream where she dreamt she was caught by Mag, and was restrained and tortured by all sorts of instruments. Finally, she was tickled by a feather.

Then, she saw a hand reach out over her head, grab a strange object that was making a din, and press hard on it.

The ringing stopped instantly. Then, her gaze met Mag’s face as he popped out over the bed.

“Ah!!!” Camilla screamed. That wasn’t a dream!

Right at this moment, the room’s door was pushed, and Amy skipped in happily. “Good morning, Fa…”

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