Episode 18: Angel preparing (4)
The referee quickly looked around the cathedral.
With the situation like this, I had to survive somehow.
‘As expected from a cathedral of an ancient civilization, there is no place where rain leaks or wind blows in.’
It is also the final cathedral. The defense and barrier are probably better than any other place.
‘then… … .’
The referee tried to go down to the basement.
The basement can only be opened if you are recognized as the owner of the Last Cathedral. What on earth is hidden there? I don’t know what it is, but there are probably items that are helpful in daily life… It was the referee who was delusional.
‘I just want a bed, a TV, and a refrigerator… … ! Oh, and even though it’s not the latest model, it’s a computer that can play games.’
It was a referee who had absurd ideas.
The technical term for this is escapism.
As soon as the referee touched it, the sound of the latch on the other side opening was heard, and the squeak of the hinges being engaged filled the cathedral.
I couldn’t help but feel a little goosebumps.
And the stairs spread out beneath the feet of the referee, immersed in darkness with no end in sight.
The referee muttered after seeing that.
“… “Let’s take a look first.”
* * *
I bought simple cooking utensils, a burner, a fire starter, and various tools. And the most important flashlight… … .
The boy carefully went down to the basement of the cathedral. Some kind of cleansing magic was at work, but the air was quite clean even though it was the first time in thousands of years that the door had been opened.
“… This.”
It was a mural.
A mural clearly depicting an angel.
And there was some text written underneath it.
‘It’s not the language of the human world. Then, the language of this world… … ?’
That’s not it either.
There was nothing like this among the languages of this world.
However, the referee was able to read the language even though it was his first time seeing it.
“An angel without wings is not an angel?”
I’ve heard that somewhere before.
The referee carefully headed beyond the mural.
And I was able to find a few things.
“Unidentified potions… Is it an ancient generator? And miscellaneous things.”
Dungeons and ancient facilities always operate without stopping. Even if there is no special maintenance or fuel. The reason this was possible was because of this semi-permanent magic generator, simply an ancient generator.
This ancient generator, glowing softly in blue, was larger than any other ancient generator the referee had ever seen. For your information, the referee was an angel who had also seen the ancient generator at the Mariana Base, humanity’s greatest fortress.
The ancient generator at the Mariana base was only about the size of a soccer ball. Nevertheless, it was capable of supplying all of the power to Marina Base alone.
But this size… … .
“It looks about five times bigger.”
A magic genius capable of handling this was needed. A magic genius like that would probably be able to create countless things with this generator. for example… … .
Anyway, I didn’t have to worry about where the power would come from. All you have to do is find a magic power converter and everything will work out.
Then, this is the end of the power problem… … .
What about the rest?
Growling – Even angels couldn’t help but have physiological problems. He had to eat. If it were a dormitory, they would have been eating a large buffet meal by now.
“… “I’m not jealous.”
The referee writhed in envy.
In order to live quietly without being caught up in accidents, sometimes you have to give up something. Also, there was an advantage to not being able to eat the buffet.
‘Being able to cook the way I want… … !’
Yes. The referee was in a hurry to raise his cooking level. Although he didn’t know how to improve the rest of the skills, he knew how to improve the cooking skill.
First of all, the cooking skill level increases the more often you cook and the more difficult the dish is.
‘If you cook more often, just boil a few hundred bags of ramen to level up. ‘If you do that, you won’t be able to level up even if you try a thousand days.’
But does the referee know how to cook difficult dishes? That was definitely not the case. The only things the referee could cook were boiling ramen, frying eggs, and cooking rice. No, go further and even kimchi fried rice… … ?
‘And those skills are all Lv.1 cooking. You won’t be able to level up if you try hundreds of times… … .’
But just one thing… … .
There are dishes that the referee knows the recipe for, but judges the skill to be difficult.
In this world, there is something called corrupted rice. It is a subspecies of rice that grows in lands affected by magical encroachment, and of course it is a plant that cannot be eaten by humans. Because it is resistant to magic power erosion, it is usually used only for experiments to check for any magic contamination.
However, there was a food made from this corrupted rice.
It’s magic rice… … !
It was a food that wizards loved to eat.
How to make it is simple.
After purifying the corrupted rice and turning it into edible rice, the rice is used to cook rice. Food made this way is called magical rice.
I said earlier that it was easy to make, but if you think about it, it’s definitely not that way. Holy power is more dangerous than any other mana and breaks the user’s body and mind every time it is used. But you’re only using such precious divine power to cook rice?
If there is no one with divine power to purify it, you have to cook rice with holy water… Cooking rice with holy water, a national strategic item? That’s something you’ll really get caught for.
So Magic Rice is Lv.10. Skill admits that it was the most difficult dish to cook. Don’t you get the feeling when you see that the Lv.9 dish is braised dragon tail?
So the referee unpacked the Tarak rice. Black rice… Although no one eats it, I liked the fact that it was polished so that it was easy to change color.
After boiling the water, I cooked rice with unpurified corrupted rice.
If you do this, you’ll end up ruining the experiment ingredients, let alone cooking… … ?
Then, I put the frying pan on another burner and poured a little bit of heavenly fragrance oil into it.
‘I tried some perfume the other day… ‘It was delicious?’
Living Point. The heavenly balm is edible.
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No, to be exact, it’s even delicious.
Moreover, if you stir-fry kimchi… … ?
“Is this okay?”
There was a divine scent somewhere. Holy garlic, red pepper… And you know what?
Tarakbap that is completed in a timely manner. The referee put the tarak rice on the frying pan with a worried expression.
“… It is purified.”
The heavenly perfume had a more powerful divine power than any other holy water. Of course, it was natural that such corruption could be easily purified.
Of course, the oil was never given to be used for this purpose. It is a precious ointment poured only on prophets and those who will become kings… … .
The grains of rice turned white, then pink due to the kimchi, and even became shiny with oil.
Somewhat appetizing… … .
Kimchi fried rice is complete.
“Well, I guess it’s okay… … .”
Suddenly the boy felt a headache.
A pretty painful headache.
Suddenly, strange sensations come into my head. How can I fry it without snapping it? And which spices go well with which ingredients? What should I do when boiling noodles? And the bread… … .
“… “Huh.”
The referee, who had never learned how to bake in his life, has now acquired a level of baking skills that would not be surprising if he opened a bakery.
And the numerous bags of corrupted rice that caught the boy’s eyes.
… And the angelic power that still remains in my body.
The referee muttered.
“Today’s cooking Lv10… “I take pictures.”
* * *
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The moment he emptied all twenty bags of corrupted rice, the referee was finally able to achieve cooking level 10. It was truly an incredible state.
The level of ‘Cooking Lv. 10’ is highly unlikely to be reached even if a person with cooking talent devotes his or her entire life to it. However, the referee reached this level by using subtle tricks.
“Oh, my… … .”
Behind, there was a mountain of kimchi fried rice and egg fried rice. And ham fried rice… Perhaps because they used heavenly oil, the flavor was no joke. In return, the referee’s arm was shaking. Cuts and burns that I could barely heal with bandages and bandages, using all my angel power.
Lastly, the feeling of exhaustion that comes from consuming all of your angel power… … .
“Oh my gosh, the angel died… … .”
The referee felt the need to quickly replenish his angel power.
I’m really going to fall asleep like this.
If I fall asleep like this, I will never wake up again… … !
‘I need angel power… … !’
The referee started putting a variety of fried rice into the lunch box he bought yesterday.
‘We good-looking young ladies won’t eat things like this. ‘I’m very suspicious to begin with, so I’ll never eat anything given to me by an outsider.’
There was someone to share it with.
* * *
“Damn black devil haters.”
A murmur echoed from the bathroom.
Of course it was Soya.
The gray-haired girl took out her lunch box with a dissatisfied expression.
… Why does Soya eat in the bathroom?
There were three main reasons for this.
First, there was a bit of an awkward Magical family with Soya. Of course, this was the fault of these magic families, who stole Soya’s research results and announced them as their own, and when they found out about it, they took the lead in bullying Soya.
Anyway, those kids are the first reason… … .
Second, Soya didn’t have a very good personality. There is a saying in this world that if you hold on, you will break. But Soya persevered and never once tried to lose.
And of course, the establishment doesn’t like people like that.
Lastly, it was because of Soya’s major.
Black magic… … .
Actually, it didn’t matter that it was black magic. Since the other two reasons are too ugly to give, all I can do is criticize him as a black magician.
So Soya was an outcast.
The bullying continued in the dormitory, and I couldn’t even eat comfortably.
Nevertheless, it was this Soya that never gave up.
“Damn dark demon haters!”
Soya happily tried to open the lunch box, promising that he would get revenge someday.
And at that moment… … .
Wow – the waste water used to purify magical power fell on Soya’s head.
A lunch box that I couldn’t eat in just one moment.
“Oh my, is there anyone there?”
“It looks like no one is here. “There is no answer.”
An obvious laugh.
Nevertheless, Soya did not cry.
The moment I held back my heart and came out to the roof of the Faculty of Magic… … .
“found… Cow!”
A boy was calling to him with a bright expression. Looking at the sweat, it looked like he had run here.
“Referee?”
He was a referee, a handsome boy whose beauty was hard to forget once seen.
“Have you had lunch by any chance?”
“… “No, not yet.”
It was true that he tried to eat it and failed, but Soya, who had high self-esteem, could not bear to say that.
“Okay, then let’s eat together.”
“Why me? “I have someone to eat with.”
“You even packed food… no? Then I have to throw this away… … .”
There’s a really delicious smell coming from somewhere.
Soya quickly wiped his drool, raised his head stiffly, and spoke.
“Then I can’t help it. “You can’t throw food away.”
That’s how Soya ate the referee’s divine-magic fried rice. Using heavenly oil, the scent and taste explode, and using magic rice, it has a flavor that would be crazy to a mage… … !
The taste is truly scary.
A storm of taste.
“… … .”
It literally tasted like heaven.
Soya felt the sadness she had experienced for several days crumble away in an instant. Before she knew it, the sorrow of her broken body had melted into her tears.
“ah… … .”
Soya said, hurriedly wiping away her tears.
“Don’t get me wrong, this is…” This is sweat… … ! The wizard always had sweat flowing from his eyes… … !”
These ridiculous excuses didn’t matter to the referee. What’s important to the referee now is… … .
It was these enormous angelic powers.
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