Chapter 1,225 Decisive Battle! Ricken vs Hans

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During a few minutes of rest before entering the final judging stage, Feeney and I returned to the judging seats at the back to take a breather.

Although the job of a host is not tiring, it is just about saying something on the stage. When it comes to actually doing it, it feels quite hard. What makes me feel most tired is that I have to worry about the tens of thousands of viewers in the audience instead of being able to do it. Let go and complain about certain guys as much as you want.

It really undermines our prestige as the emperor of complaints. Forget it, just leave the job of host to Feini next time. I think she is quite suitable for this job. Both her personality, attributes and appearance are super photogenic. , she also seems to be enthusiastic about the host, so I might as well hire her as the alliance’s official host in the future, and I will follow behind to complain.

"Thank you for your hard work, Fan."

Arturia stood up specially and gently pulled me down to sit on her seat, which made me feel quite flattered.

Most of the time, her existence and status as a "king" are too dazzling, so in my heart, I always subconsciously put her identity as the Elf Queen first, and only consider my own beauty second. wife.

However, during the days of the God's birthday, Arturia showed her tenderness and consideration as a wife from time to time, and gradually changed her original view. Could it be that... this idiot secretly had sex with the bride? Practice?

This is not impossible. After all, with her serious character, she always requires herself to be a good king and a good wife.

It’s really hard work. Unlike me, although my husband’s duty will never fall behind, as an alliance elder, I can pretend to be stupid whenever I can, and I can be soy sauce whenever I can. Don’t you believe it?

You can just find someone who doesn't know us, point and ask, this guy with a bear-like face, who changes his job to be responsible for doing odd jobs and thugs, and occasionally has to transform into a stuffed bear to act cute and act as a mascot outside, he is the legendary guy. Alliance elders, do you believe it?

Whether you believe it or not, I don’t believe it myself.

So, Akara, why don’t you give me a job like an alliance elder? For example... In the center of the huge military tent, sitting high on a domineering tiger-skin chair, the wind is calm and the face is calm. He shook his feather fan with a smile. On both sides of the tent were the five domain-level guards holding swords and halberds, known as the Five Tiger Generals. On the left and right sides were Carlos and Seattle in dark gold armor, standing tall like gods of war.

Ten kilometers ahead was the bloody battlefield between Alliance soldiers and hell monsters. After a moment, I gently opened an eyelid full of wisdom (?), and with the adoring gazes of the people around me, I softly said: Everything is fine Be prepared, all you owe is the east wind...

I said, my original script after time travel should have looked like this, right? Some boring guy must have irresponsibly tampered with the script midway, right? In fact, in the original setting, my life experience was It should be more confusing, the real name is Zhuge Fan, right bastard! !

"Fan, well done."

Arturia praised me happily, probably because as a wife, she felt very pleased to see that my useless husband had become something new.

"Also...it's not that exaggerated. Everyone can do the job."

I scratched my head in embarrassment. Sometimes I wonder, does Arturia have high or low requirements for herself? To put it mildly, she always hopes that I can become an excellent king. To put it more highly, it is obvious that she is very happy just by doing trivial things.

"Really? Is it that easy?"

Arturia tilted her head slightly, and the golden hair began to twitch.

"If you feel it...if I were to go up there, it would definitely not work."

"Alto, everyone has things they are good at and things they are not good at. No one is perfect, not even Teacher Yalandlan. I think that as a qualified leader, one of the most important manifestations is to make good use of People who can use their strengths in areas where they can’t.”

"Grandma Akara is right, you have learned a lesson."

Alto looked upright and bowed slightly to Akara respectfully. Oops, it seems that our Queen is still a little younger and has a lot to learn, although I am not qualified to say that she is. .

"It's just an immature opinion of an old woman like me." Akara chuckled gently, blinked at Arturia and me with his white eyes, and continued with a hint of teasing.

"But there are some things, no matter whether you are good at it or not, you can't let others do it. You still have to learn slowly by yourself, such as being a wife."

"This... of course, this king... I... I have also been studying how to be a good wife recently..."

Akala's words made Artoria, who was usually calm and capable, couldn't help but blush. The king's aura was greatly reduced. As the cute part of the girl, he began to have a slight upper hand, and he answered somewhat incoherently.

On my side, while I was secretly laughing and complaining, "This idiot is really practicing bridal practice," I couldn't help but feel a little guilty when Akara looked at me.

I don't know if it was my misunderstanding, but for a moment just now, Akara's eyes seemed to turn to Jeluka, who was standing respectfully aside.

Forget it, whatever happens is fine.

"By the way, Grandma Akara, I haven't congratulated you on your recovery yet."

I only received the news early this morning. Akara's identity as a reviewer was also a temporary idea of ​​Lena and Linya, in order to tell everyone that their spiritual support had returned.

"I'm old." Akara shook his head slightly, looking a little sad.

"I have learned about the reports on God's Birthday in the past few days from Kane. It's really hard on you and Lenalinya and the others. You have done a great job. It seems that you can support this even without me here. Alliance."

The old fox said to me with great joy.

"No, the alliance cannot be without you, Grandma Akara."

I was afraid that after Akala said this, he would just say: So the position of the great elder will be handed over to you, and I will go and enjoy my old age.

"The time for judging is coming soon."

Before I knew it, a few minutes of rest had passed, and as the drums sounded, I stood up from Artoria's position and said.

"By the way, Grandma Akara, Artoria, I have something to ask you later..." I clasped my hands together and begged the two of them...

After a while, I walked out from behind the stage, along with Fini, who was wiping tears from her eyes as she was rejoicing at escaping from the clutches of the devil.

This little transvestite, when I was taking a break just now, because of the status and prestige of Arturia and Akara, I was not with me, but stood aside to rest and wait. Who would have thought that there is a wolf in front of me and a tiger in back. Don’t forget to return the favor. There was an unscrupulous juror squatting in the corner. Because of the issue of differential treatment, the old drunkard was angry and saw that the best punching bag was delivered to his door. How could he not bully him?

What a tragedy, this guy.

"I have made everyone wait for a long time. The competition continues. Our twenty-eight contestants have been prepared. It is finally time to enter the judging stage. Let us invite two judges - the respected Elder Akala and Her Majesty Queen Alto!!”

Raindrop-like drumbeats continued to beat, and amid the cheers of countless spectators, Akara and Artoria appeared in front of everyone again from behind, smiling and waving gently to the audience.

Following closely behind them, the old drunkard who had not been called out shamelessly walked out, holding his head high and waving his arms in a similar manner. Unfortunately, not one of the tens of thousands of spectators in the audience looked at them. It fell on her and was automatically ignored.

As usual, the stage was given to Akara and Artoria, and after the two big figures made speeches, the judging competition officially began.

First of all, there is an unfamiliar face in position 1, that is, someone who has not been interviewed. According to the information, it seems to be a visiting chef in the camp, but this guy has put on a miserable face since the middle of the game.

Why? It's not the master of Yang [Beep] Restaurant who is causing the trouble. Not only him, but also the chefs in other restaurants are regretting it. Why are they not as thick-skinned as the one from Yang [Beep] Restaurant? Why do you want to make your own restaurant famous by hyping up the top ten tricks?

Akara and Artoria took a bite one after another and nodded with satisfaction. As a restaurant chef, being able to confidently step onto this competition stage shows that his cooking skills are still remarkable.

Of course, there are also some guys who have absolutely no cooking skills but dare to come shamelessly to join in the fun, hoping to win favor with some boring heresy, like monkey tricks, such as two stingy old men, and another example A certain two stingy old men, or rather a certain two stingy old men.

After Akara and Artoria tasted it, the old drunkard who was watching closely behind him immediately couldn't wait to get over the plate and wolfed it down in one go. The momentum was like a man who hadn't eaten a grain of rice in ten and a half months. Hungry ghost.

It's so embarrassing. I should have been tougher and kicked this guy off the stage.

The second place was an elf chef, who was somewhat flattered and stretched out his proud creation in front of Artoria...

The third place is the dwarves, who probably live over there in the Demon Fortress. The dishes they cook are the same as the volcanic lava over there, fiery red. At that time, they gave the old drunkard who couldn't wait to eat them in one gulp a spicy ** *It’s…

The fourth place is the chef of a restaurant in the camp...

The fifth place is the legendary Brother Feifan...oh no, it's this stupid rotten girl named Aleus.

Pumpkin soup... let's forget it. I couldn't bear to look at Akela and Artoria's faces anymore. Even the old drunkard turned around and left without hesitation after sniffing it like a picky dog. .

"Aleus... was greatly shocked..."

Arius, who was kneeling on the ground while holding his own pumpkin soup, whimpered and held on to my trousers.

"Teacher...comfort...Aleus..."

"What kind of comfort do you want." Seeing how pitiful Arius is, and her commendable purpose and courage in participating in the competition, I also hope that I can do my best to leave her some good memories.

Arius looked at me with tears in his eyes and handed me the pumpkin soup in his hand.

I:"……"

Aleus: "..."

I fight.

Quickly, he took out the roll of paper and took out a photo.

"Uuuu~~I forgot~~I forgot~~Why...Aleus...is here...there are so many people...so scary..."

Arius squatted down decisively like a frightened little animal, holding his head and whimpering.

I'm sorry, Arius, although I want to comfort you, teacher, but drinking that basin of pumpkin soup is really beyond the scope of my courage.

After a few contestants, an old acquaintance arrived, the legendary aunt who created the roasted suckling pig that even horses loved to eat.

I said enough, why do you have to force the horse to eat this thing? What did the horse do wrong? Be careful, I'll sue you for horse abuse, bastard! !

I saw her cutting off pieces of meat from a roasted suckling pig that was... bright green on the grill, placing it on a plate, and bringing it to the two judges with fear.

Looking at the slices of grass-green barbecue, the faces of the two judges turned a little green.

I didn't expect...it would be so difficult to be a reviewer. The two leaders seemed to exchange helpless glances quickly.

But there is no way. It is rare for others to do it sincerely. If you don't try it, it seems too unreasonable.

Although I took a bite with a smile on my face, I could already tell that this aunt's dream of roasted suckling pig would be over.

After passing several more players, we finally reached the key point of the game, in front of Ricken and Hans.

"Great Elder Akara, Her Majesty Queen Alto, please taste my final creation, the Big Burger of Life!"

As if facing a sacred ceremony, Hans took a deep breath, stepped solemnly to the stage, came to the front of the two judges, and slowly opened the cover on the plate.

With a whoosh, a large amount of scalding white hot air spurted out from the inside of the lid. It kept spraying out, instantly covering the surrounding area into a white mist.

Weird, really weird. Logically speaking, it has been placed in the lid for a while, how can it still be like opening the steamer... No, the heat is hundreds of times thicker than opening the steamer. Where does it come from? of?

After the scalding heat dissipated, three fresh-colored burgers appeared in front of everyone on the plate. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be shrinking slightly, like a beating heart with life...

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