After finally dealing with Sophia, Dorothy walked into the kitchen relaxed and happy. She put on her beloved pink rabbit apron and was ready to start cooking tonight's dinner.
Well, it was indeed a tiring day today, so she decided to reward herself with a good meal.
Opening the refrigerator door, she took out a piece of dragon meat that had been treasured for a long time. From the strong magic power fluctuations emanating from this piece of dragon meat, she knew that this was not comparable to those fancy sub-dragon meats. This was
A piece of real dragon meat.
Well, although Dorothy, as a dragon witch who is closely related to the dragon clan, eating the flesh of a real dragon is a bit scary, this kind of thing is actually quite common. After all, dragons themselves often cannibalize themselves.
For example, on her shoulder, Favna, who was originally only interested in various precious metals, raised her head after seeing this piece of dragon meat, seeming a little eager to try.
In the dragon world, after giant dragons of different factions fight, it is normal for the winner to enjoy the remains of the loser. Not only will this not have any sequelae, it will greatly strengthen itself and increase its chances of success.
Obtain some abilities and characteristics of the loser.
Well, it's as if the laws of the Dragon Realm itself encourage this behavior of devouring each other. The animalistic laws of natural selection and survival of the fittest are vividly displayed there.
In fact, Dorothy refused to eat dragon meat at first. After all, her rationality could not accept eating an intelligent creature. It felt a bit awkward just thinking about it.
But this obstacle is like someone who dares not eat the head of an animal. It only takes a little effort to overcome it. After eating a few mouthfuls, the witch's cruel nature helped her accept it easily, and the dragon meat was extremely delicious.
The delicious taste and sufficient magic power also instantly made her smell delicious on the spot.
But even so, Dorothy's taste is still relatively bland among witches. After all, other witches, especially those armed witches, have no taboos when it comes to eating, except for witches of the same kind and close relatives of humans who do not eat it.
, they can put almost any other edible race on the table.
Fortunately, this cruel eating habit is relatively conservative in the peaceful witch world. After all, the emotions of those alien races who surrender to the witch have to be taken care of. But if it is on the frontline battlefield, then the canteen of the battle group will be a whole.
On a horror movie scene, weird dishes such as pan-fried angel wings, charcoal-grilled devil's heart, steamed elf legs, etc. are really scary.
Nowadays, Dorothy can only accept animal-shaped mutants as food at most. She really doesn't dare to eat the human-like ones, and the uncanny valley effect makes her want to vomit.
However, she read that some active armed witches in the Magic Network Food Forum said that eating humanoid ingredients is just to replenish the magic. After all, the best source of magic replenishment on the battlefield is the enemy's corpse. If you don't eat it, you will return to the magic.
If you don't have enough, you may turn yourself into food for the enemy, so you have no choice but to eat it. But in fact, these are really not delicious. If you really want to enjoy delicious food, you have to have those weird animal-shaped alien species.
Although netizens of all kinds of beast-shaped mutants have been yelling about racial discrimination after such a statement, but the fact seems to be the case. I heard that many beast-shaped mutants have deliberately started to become humanoid in order to avoid being too delicious and becoming food.
It has evolved.
Well, in short, a large part of Dorothy's current fear of going to the battlefield is that she is frightened by those ferocious war gangs. She is a little afraid that if she really becomes an armed witch, she will be frightened by the cruel battlefield.
The environment forced me to adjust my taste.
She has always felt that people are only human when they live in a civilized order. Once they break away from the shackles of the order and go to the battlefield where there are no taboos, then there is really not much difference between humans and beasts. It can even be said that humans are comparable to beasts at that time.
More dangerous, lower limit.
She feels that it is better to set some bottom lines for herself, even if these bottom lines may seem hypocritical, they are more just for her own self-satisfaction.
Dorothy shook her head and got rid of the random thoughts in her mind.
"Why are you thinking so much? My construction team has almost been formed. A wonderful real estate business is waiting for me. I don't need to go to the battlefield to be an armed witch. No matter what, I won't be reduced to eating those really dark dishes.
situation."
The otaku witch comforted herself in this way.
Snapped....
She gently snapped her fingers, as if opening an invisible mechanism. The originally sleeping kitchen woke up under the will of its master, and various kitchen utensils began to move automatically, as if they were the best orchestra.
Under the guidance of the elegant conductor, the song of delicious food was played...
until....
"Miss, are you sure you didn't sign the wrong contract with those moon rabbits?"
In the living room, Sophilia, who was looking through the terms of the contract, hurriedly walked over. She, who had always been calm and calm, actually seemed a little anxious at this time.
"Of course not. I checked it carefully before signing the contract."
Dorothy looked at her roommate with some doubts and said with confidence.
But even though she was distracted, the cooking in the kitchen continued in an orderly manner.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my contract? Probably not, I'm using the most popular standard contract template in the Magic Network?"
After all, she specializes in the arts, but she is afraid of society, but she doesn’t know much about dealing with others, such as contracts. In this regard, Sophia, who has been the student council president for many years and has rich management experience, is definitely the best choice.
Experts, now everyone is saying that there is a problem, and Dorothy is naturally a little nervous.
"The contract template is indeed a very mature standard contract, and there is nothing wrong with the treaty. But Miss, have you mistaken the type of contract? This contract is an equal contract between witches, and it should be signed with people of different races.
It's a servant-army contract, a master-servant contract."
The pure white witch spoke such words very quickly, and it could be seen from her chest that was constantly rising and falling that she was indeed a little emotional at this time.
After all, that is the number one Moon Rabbit Servant Army. Does this young lady know how precious the Moon Rabbit Servant Army is? And since she encountered such a good opportunity, she should directly tie both parties to death with the strongest contract. As a result,
What did this young lady do? She actually signed an equality contract. There was even a clause in the terms that the Moon Rabbits could leave at any time if they were unhappy. What was she doing?
When she thought of this, the angel witch became so angry that she stared at this young lady with hatred.
"What? That's what you were talking about. That's okay. I know this. I signed an equal contract on purpose."
After understanding what her roommate meant, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. She waved her hand and continued busy with her cooking.
"You did it on purpose? Why?"
I originally thought that the eldest lady did not know the difference between the two contracts, so she made such a stupid mistake, but now Sofilia can't understand it. Her golden eyes are full of words.
Doubtful, just like she still can't understand why the eldest lady refused the teacher's arrangement.
"Because what I want is not an army of servants, but a family."
