My conversation with the waitress abruptly stopped and I stared straight at Rachel. The lamb chops propped up a piece on his cheek, like a hamster just stuffing a fruit into its cheek pouch.

It's so cute that it's out of place.

Even during meals, Rachel's expression was not relaxed, as if she was not enjoying the delicious food now, but unlocking the magic lock that could kill the 17th and 18th people if she made a mistake. He carefully held onto the piece of meat I fed him, his tongue circling around the meat like a newly hired grave robber, poking the floor ahead with a cane, always ready to be split in half by the ejected mechanism. After confirming that there wouldn't be any incomprehensible mutations in this thing, Rachel finally bit it down.

His teeth cut into the piece of meat, and the soup inside was squeezed out, filling his entire mouth - I have eaten kiwi grilled lamb chops several times and know what a perfectly cut piece of meat tastes like. The taste of mixed fruit juices spreading on the tongue was definitely a rare pleasure, but it made Rachel's brow furrow even deeper, as if facing a different experimental group than expected.

I don't know how long it's been since he actually ate, but long before meeting me, he had already 'freed himself from the burden of food'. This person, who hasn't eaten in half a century, may awkwardly chew and bite with a strange rhythm. I always feel that something is not very coordinated. After observing the way his cheek muscles bulge for a while, I realized that his way of eating is completely illogical.

Rachel didn't chew lightly like a normal person. He bit the meat three times (precisely three times), opened his teeth to stay still, and used his tongue to push the food pieces to a certain position, like reaching out to stir the grain in between. I suspect he is not enjoying this lamb chops at all. His body remains motionless, staring at a spot on the table, fully focused on the small matter of eating, and may even be calculating how much he needs to chew the meat before swallowing it.

This is simply a rigorous attitude towards experimenting with new spells.

There is no tutorial in this world that teaches you how to eat, because intelligent creatures who have lived to recognize words know how to eat. It's too strange to explain the actions that even children can do, such as holding food, cutting teeth into pieces, and stirring the tongue in it. I couldn't help but wonder, how long has this guy not eaten? Have you forgotten how to eat for so long?

Rachel swallowed what was in her mouth and looked up at my gaze. He looked back with a 'what are you looking at?' look, and I quickly picked up the next piece of lamb chops.

The condition of the second piece has improved a bit, and Rachel learned quickly. His gaze swept over the diners around him, and as soon as he reached the second block, he mastered the secret of chewing and his movements became more natural. By the third time, his movements were completely devoid of any traces of clumsiness from before, as if the stitched corpse had learned to disguise itself properly through several movements. Nevertheless, the attitude towards learning and completing tasks is no less evident. Judging from the way he eats, it feels like the food has become unappetizing.

Is it delicious? "I asked.

Rachel didn't say anything, he glanced at me as if I had asked an unnecessary stupid question.

Sometimes I feel regretful about being too good at judging people's looks. Being smart also has its drawbacks, such as losing imagination and having to face a less than ideal reality, leaving no room for self deception. If I were not so familiar with Rachel's various expressions, my imagination of feeding small animals or playing cheesy feeding games with my lover would be much more vivid than it is now, and it would be even more enjoyable to fill my mind. But I actually understand very well that what I am doing is not much different from fighting in the laboratory, I am just serving my master and his elders.

Ah, it's so boring.

In most cases, pretending to be confused and self deception are important means to improve living standards, but unfortunately, Rachel is not the majority of people, and any situation he is involved in is not the 'majority of cases'. When your life unfortunately intersects with him, you must be very, very clear about the difference between beautiful imagination and reality. Self deception is a deadly luxury, just like the magic crystal powder that corrupt mages smoke, it can be enjoyable for a while but ruin their life.

However, his clumsiness and perfunctory handling of food only seemed very obvious in my eyes.

The hostess and the people around her all showed expressions of love, as if they thought it was very cute. In the eyes of the uninformed onlookers, Rachel's cautious eating behavior was like that of a cautious little animal. They probably thought that Rachel's clumsiness at the beginning was due to a picky young master picking on his mouth, or a scholar who had no time or interest in enjoying life for the first time tasting something good - which could be read from their arrogant and loving eyes.

If Rachel were not my Great Demon Lord mentor, but a partner willing to sing double reed with me, I would definitely play the role of a bankrupt brother. At this moment, if the performance portrays the image of a poor older brother who can only occasionally have a little bit of delicious food for his younger brother due to financial constraints, there will definitely be people with excessive love among the onlookers, patting their chests and rushing to donate generously.

I instinctively estimated the value of the clothes and accessories on the onlookers' bodies, and couldn't help but feel a faint sense of regret.

The original plan has not changed. We fed each other and efficiently solved this dish that should have been enjoyed. Many people showed regret when we went out, which is commendable. The situation is not so serious that someone is blocking the way.

Rachel finished an adult portion of lamb chops, and I casually packed some food. We walked towards the arranged teleportation location under the cover of magic, and after leaving the tavern, the entire air became quiet, with a strong contrast that was uncomfortable.

So I had nothing to say and asked, 'Is lamb chops delicious?'

Rachel glanced at me, seeming surprised that I was still entangled in this question. Hey, I really got involved in this problem. I don't know where the persistence came from, but it made me say again, 'Isn't it delicious?'

That's just food, "Rachel said." If you had chosen a more convenient place, we wouldn't have had to spend so much time

Hmm, it's the same as the dialogue rehearsed in my head.

This night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Even without the firelight, the stars and moon are enough to illuminate the road. They are very beautiful, but even if the god of beauty stands before Rachel, he will only consider how to benefit from each other. I feel a little regretful. If only I had given him some spicy ghost pepper soup just now, I don't know if he would have had any other reaction if I had poured that thing into his throat.

So, "he said again," that's why you went there to 'talk' with those people

I didn't react to what he was saying for a moment, and it took me a few seconds to slowly understand what he meant.

That's normal socializing, teacher, "I said helplessly.

You offer flashy compliments to everyone, even if you don't know their names, regardless of race and gender. Just in case you don't know, Heiman, I'm not a fool, I know what normal conversation looks like, "Rachel sneered." Your taste is really amazing

We didn't just meet Mr. Sabi and the waitress Emily in the tavern. In the latter half of the time, Emily was called away amidst her busy schedule, and two more waiters came to provide food, drinks, and take care of the bill. In addition, there was a brief conversation with the landlady before leaving. I did chat with many people, perhaps with ambiguous language, unnecessary time, and a lot of irrelevant content.

I was going to say that this was all to take the troublesome people away from Rachel and avoid them affecting the teacher's meals, but that's not the truth. There's no point lying about this, the fact is, that's how I am. The wandering poet has been around for too long, throwing compliments and compliments everywhere. Life is about enjoying oneself in the moment.

I scratched my head and said, "I didn't plan on sleeping with all of them either. I was just joking and flirting... In case you don't know, teacher, as ordinary, unambitious, weak and useless intelligent creatures, we will find some fun for ourselves like this when we're not fighting. What's wrong with making everyone happy

You said something wrong, "Rachel laughed." There's no such thing as' us', Heiman, you know it. You've never been one of them, and you wouldn't

Yes, yes, yes, I am the black sheep in the flock, the bat in the flock of birds, born ominous and targeted by the Great Demon King. It's so pitiful, "I said in a long, singing voice." I am a damn traitor, with nowhere else to go and no one to rely on

You are mine, from the day I found you, "Rachel interrupted my flamboyant singing." Whether you betray or not, whether you kill me or I kill you... that won't change anything. Until I get tired of it, you will always belong to me, and the decision is mine, not you

This is Rachel.

He takes care of his apprentice like a dragon takes care of a treasure, and the only way to get rid of him is to die completely - either kill him or be killed by him. So if life is too monotonous, there will be such a result: no friends, no lovers, like a lonely old man who spends his whole life guarding an acre or three of land. He is narrow-minded and has a bad temper. He would rather let his vegetables rot in the ground than allow them to jump into other pots. And for me, I am probably the largest, most prominent, and handsome carrot in his field, with high expectations, let alone running away without authorization.

But I seem to have managed to escape, "I said." It's been nine years, Rachel. I've been traveling in places you don't know, making friends, fighting, drinking, and sleeping with people you haven't met... These things have happened countless times. I might get married and have children somewhere, or be executed by someone else. Anything could happen in these nine years, and you know nothing and have no way to do it

Rachel remained silent, his anger like a cold venomous snake. The eyes under the moonlight were dark red like blood, and now he looked purely a dark creature, a dangerous and deadly monster.

I looked at him without regretting what I had just said, but suddenly felt a lack of interest.

I'm not in the mood today, it must be because I didn't have grilled lamb chops.

Alright, let's get through this chapter, "I shrugged and changed my mind." Don't be angry, you. I was born your dog, and death is your dead dog. If you let me go east, I won't go west. If you let me go to soup, I won't go through fire

I bit my tongue.

I bit my tongue because Rachel threw a disease detector on me, and a green spiritual light flashed, reflecting that my body was much better. However, not long ago today, he used disease detection on another object, and the connection between the two inevitably made me have very scary associations.

Your chance to go through fire and water has come, "Rachel chuckled nervously, and the expression" I'm not doing well, don't think you'll do well "made my back cold.

He said with the expression of wanting to die with me, 'Eating is useless, I'm still hungry.'