Angel confidently made his signature dish: magic bread.
Laplace also looked at the activated secret box with interest, waiting for the final result.
At first, everything was fine.
As the ceremony of "Sweet Wind, Honey, Fire and Sugar Spreads" takes shape in the box, the porcelain box covered with rose branches begins to spread the illusion of various flowers, and a sweet fragrance floats in the air.
It seemed that in the next second, a shallow but extremely sweet stream of dreams would pop out of the box.
Angel's expression is also very confident and everything is perfect.
But just when Laplace felt that the finished product was definitely good, the sweetness in the air suddenly began to change, became sour and greasy, and the sweetness began to deconstruct, and the deconstructed taste became sour and smelly...
Laplace didn't even react. It wasn't until she noticed that the rose pattern illusion spreading around her began to turn black, wither, and turn into ink that she suddenly looked back and looked at the lid of the secret box.
At some point, the lid opened slightly, and black smoke continued to pour out from the gap.
It's like the accumulated black ash. After hundreds of years of fermentation, it was poured out directly from the mouth and turned into a black ash waterfall composed of a pool of sludge.
Moreover, this black-gray smoke waterfall also exudes a disgusting smell.
Laplace couldn't even find an adjective to describe this smell.
She just took a whiff and felt a little dizzy.
"What's going on?" Laplace looked at Angel, holding back the discomfort, and asked with mental strength. She didn't dare to speak, for fear that the black ash would accidentally get into her body.
Angel looked at a loss, turned his head and looked at Laplace with innocent eyes, then spread his hands and shrugged lightly.
Angel didn't speak, but his meaning was already obvious: I don't know what's going on?
Laplace originally wanted to hold on, maybe it was just that the process was not good, but the result was okay. But looking at the endless black mist that seemed to be endless in the secret box, she finally made a decision and took back the three
Of the elemental clones, only the wind clone that represents the surrounding breeze is left.
"Lift the lid." Laplace said in his mind.
The wind clone hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his green-white hand into the black mist.
In just an instant, the white hands were stained with blue-black dust. At the same time, the stench seemed to change from the sense of smell to the sense of spirituality, seeping into the skin and going straight to the Tianling Cap.
The wind clone was instantly frozen in place by this ruthless impact.
Fortunately, she had already lifted the lid before she stopped.
After the lid of the secret box was opened, more and more terrifying black smoke and dust spilled out. Before, there was only a "waterfall" on one side, but now there are "black waterfalls" rolling down on all sides.
Moreover, even though the "Sweet Wind, Honey, Fire and Sugar Spreading" ceremony has ended, the black smoke and dust in the secret box are still being produced.
Laplace didn't know how much black smoke would be generated, but what was certain was that at the current speed, within three seconds at most, the entire barrier would be enveloped by black smoke.
"Let's go!" Laplace chose to turn around without hesitation.
He opened a gap in the barrier and took the wind clone back, but instead of taking it into his body, he put it into a small bag made of scales.
Angel, who was in a state of confusion, also reacted at this time. Looking at the gap, he directly released an illusory door with the target outside the rock temple.
Laplace and Angel rushed towards the gap at the same time and ran into the illusory door.
In an instant, their figures disappeared.
And all of this was taken in by Quintra. It was still wondering why a gap suddenly appeared in the barrier, and why Laplace and Angel couldn't wait to disappear... When it saw the water rolling out of the gap
After the stench of smoke came, it understood.
Because it was careless for a moment, it took a deep breath, and its lungs hurt as a result. But fortunately, it still had some sense. It turned around immediately, opened a black gap, and got into the crack in the space.
As a cave dragon, it is naturally good at spatial abilities. It can escape faster than Angel and Laplace.
The only person left at the scene was Olsandra.
He was still sipping the wine leisurely, slightly tipsy, and didn't even notice the black fog rolling behind him, or Quintra who had already run away.
When the black mist turned into a tidal wave and slapped him on the bottom of the sea, Olsandra suddenly woke up.
But it's too late.
A violent stench rushed into his nasal cavity. The stench was like smelly socks that had not been washed in decades, suffocating the "new life" smell in boots full of bacteria. This "new life" smell,
It is not a quantitative change, but a qualitative change caused by time and the accumulation of countless bacteria, which can make the land you walk on smell "fragrant" and crack.
The stench is like a sharp arrow, killing the sense of smell, piercing the brain and piercing the soul!
Three swords in a row!
Alsandra fell into the stench of the whirlpool in just an instant. He could no longer hold his hand steadily, and the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground. Countless black mists rushed into the bottle, staining the liquid in the bottle.
Ink-black tones.
Alsandro could no longer care about his beloved being contaminated at this time.
He only has one thought in his mind now: leave quickly.
However, he is not able to control space like Quintela, and now that black smoke has filled the hall and poured into the surrounding rooms, it is difficult for him to escape even if he wants to.
But luckily...he is the spirit of books.
He can also escape into books.
Moreover, he had always been within the scope of the crystal book. All he needed to do was soften his legs, and Alsandro was completely inside the crystal book.
After he disappeared, he did not forget to close the crystal pages to prevent the inner pages from being contaminated with more stench.
As for the stench stained by the shell, he couldn't care anymore...
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The raging stench of mist took over the surface of the rock temple in just three minutes.
Fortunately, there are partitions on the second floor of the Rock Temple and the first underground floor, unlike on the first floor where every room is accessible.
Therefore, other layers were spared.
Moreover, there are no other dragons on the surface level, which is also a lucky place.
But looking at it now, all the rooms on the ground floor have been completely destroyed, and judging from the degree of condensation of the smoke, it is estimated that it will not disperse in a short time.
Even if they can really disperse...where can they disperse in this closed base of the Hundred Dragon Kingdom?
At this time, Angel and Laplace had appeared a hundred meters above the rock temple.
The two of them stood silently in the void, looking towards the rock temple with black fog billowing from all entrances and exits below. Their expressions were a little subtle... Especially Angel, not only his expression, but also his heart was very subtle.
His huge self-confidence, which was based on his cross-department practice of food magic, suddenly had a crack.
Could it be that... I'm really not suitable for food magic?
Even if you use props to assist you, or even use magic meat as a consumable for casting spells, you still can't change your fate against the will of heaven?
Angel's face was gloomy and his eyes were gloomy due to this sudden collapse of self-confidence.
Perhaps seeing Angel's gloomy expression, Laplace thought for a moment and said, "It was actually pretty good at first, but why did it change later? Did it trigger the 'mutation' effect?"
Angel originally felt that he was about to fall into the dark quagmire of unconfidence, but when he heard Laplace's words, he suddenly came back to his senses: Yes, it was good at first, and there was a sweet fragrance to accompany him.
, and the Phantom of the Rose is in full bloom, everything is going well, and it stands to reason that it will definitely succeed.
After all, he was just unleashing the lowest food trick, how could it possibly fail?
Therefore, the only possible reason for the current abnormal situation is that... he triggered the unique "mutation" effect of the secret box.
Just like what the seller Parrot said, he was making apple cider vinegar for his daughter, which was also a low-level trick. As a result, the "mutation" effect was triggered inexplicably, and a foul-smelling black mist appeared.
Apparently, he was the same this time.
Angel's originally collapsed self-confidence was rebuilt in an instant. This disaster was not my fault, it was a problem with the secret box, but my gastronomic tricks are still strong and high-spirited.
Laplace didn't understand why Angel's mood changed so much, but she did feel that the problem with making food this time was the pot in the secret box, not Angel's problem.
She doesn't know the food trick herself, but she has seen the wise master use it. Therefore, she knows very well that when Angel uses the food trick, the operating procedures are correct, let alone the lowest level of magic bread, how can something abnormal happen?
?
Besides, in order to show his solemnity, Angel also used consumables when casting the spell, which was a high-standard treatment. The failure was definitely not Angel's problem, but bad luck, which triggered the mutation effect of the secret box.
"What should we do now?" Angel asked softly, looking at the black mist billowing below.
Although he had rebuilt his confidence, he still felt at a loss when faced with the surging stench of fog and the rock temple that was already surrounded by the stench.
After all, this is the territory of the Mirror Dragon. If such a stinking disaster suddenly occurs, how will it end?
Laplace pondered for a moment: "When we visited the rock temple before, we had confirmed that apart from us, there were only Alsandra and Quintra on the first floor."
Angel silently added: "And that ice cloud."
"No need to worry about Bingyun. Just talking about Olsandra and Quintra, one can hide in the crystal book and the other can open the space at any time. They should be fine." Laplace: "So, you don't have to worry too much.
, as long as you find a way to deal with the black smoke, you'll be fine."
As Lapras spoke, he took out the scale bag that previously contained the wind clone.
As soon as the pocket was overturned, the wind clone immediately appeared in front of them... twenty meters away.
The previous wind-type clone had clear eyes, surrounded by breeze, accompanied by clouds and mist, and had a cotton candy-like tutu, which looked both pure and elegant.
At this time, the wind-type wind body, his hands were black and gray, and the pure white cotton of the tutu was also stained with a layer of dust. The whole person looked like he had come out of a coal room, and his eyes were dull.
puppet.
This is just the appearance.
Not to mention the taste.
Even from 20 meters away, you can still vaguely smell a sour smell.
But fortunately, the smell is much lighter than the one in the rock temple before. It doesn't look as pickled as expected.
Laplace carefully checked the wind clone, and after confirming that it was correct, he put the wind clone into the scale bag.
"I just checked carefully. This mutation is not as strong as the apple cider vinegar mutation mentioned by Parrot." Laplace said: "Although it is also very smelly, the smell is only on the surface and has not penetrated deeply.
soul."
"Furthermore, according to my judgment, even if an ordinary person smells this stench, he or she will faint at most and be rescued in time and nothing will happen. It will not have much impact on extraordinary beings other than a slightly smelly smell."
The reason why Laplace said this was because the parrot, the seller of the secret box, had a mutation when he made apple cider vinegar. Not only could ordinary creatures be smoked to death, extraordinary creatures would also be smoked out if they were not careful. The most important thing is
Yes, after being contaminated by the black mist, for the next year and a half, the body will be filled with the stench that cannot be dissipated. This stench not only lingers at the tip of the nose, but also corrodes the soul.
But this time it was different. Laplace had checked the wind clone and found that it did not have the power of apple cider vinegar.
Although it smells bad, it won't last for a year and a half. As long as you clean it carefully, it won't take long to completely remove the smell.
Overall, this is good news.
Now all they need to consider is how to get rid of the black mist in the rock temple...
While Angel and Laplace were discussing in low voices, a crack suddenly appeared nearby. Then, the crack slowly opened, and a familiar figure walked out of the crack.
The person who came was none other than Quintra.
As soon as Quintra appeared, there was a faint smell of smelly socks.
However, the smell was very light. It must have been treated and was still within the tolerance range. Therefore, even if Angel smelled it, he pretended that he had not smelled it.
Besides, the smell on the other person's body is his fault, so he doesn't dare to behave abnormally now.
Quintra originally showed up angrily, especially when he saw the rock temple shrouded in black mist below. But when his eyes met Laplace's, the anger in his heart seemed to be poured with a splash of cold water.
A little calmer.
"You two, can you tell me what happened? Why did this happen?" Quintra looked directly at Angel. It's not that it discovered that Angel was the initiator, but that it
He didn't dare to look at Laplace, so he could only stare at Angel.
Quintra: "Is this a protest against our dissatisfaction with our hospitality?"
Angel frowned silently and whispered: "That's not the case. The specific situation is actually like this..."
After Quintra appeared, Angel and Laplace took a breath, so they explained the matter very quickly, finishing the matter in a few sentences.
He told all the truth and did not hide anything... also because there was no need to hide it.
The only difference is: the reason for using the secret box.
Angel's words were: "We heard the conversation between you and Olsandra. Indeed, it is not beautiful to have wine but no food. And I just bought a gourmet prop not long ago, so I thought I would
I came to make delicious food and prepare wine and food for you... but unexpectedly, it triggered a mutation effect with a very small probability."
Because what Angel told was all the truth, only the cause was slightly modified, and with Laplace's endorsement, Quintra also saw that Angel was not lying.
Moreover, Angel also vowed: "The secret box is still in the rock temple. Once the black smoke is cleaned up, we will find out."
Knowing that Angel didn't even take out the secret box, Quintra also felt that what Angel said should be true.
Good intentions, but bad luck caused the results to be skewed.
Quintra's expression softened slightly and he asked: "Have you found a way to dispel the fog now? Lady Morrigan will be back in a while. If you smell the smell here, it will be bad."
Angel nodded: "I have already thought of a way to get out..."