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"Thirty Olious for one cookie."

"Forty Olious for one cookie."

"Fifty Olious for one cookie."

Ming was furious. He picked up a cookie and yelled at Mr. Baker, "Are these cookies made with diamonds? Why are they so expensive? Do you even know how to do business? They all look the same, yet the prices are so different!"

Mr. Baker adjusted his chef hat and said indifferently.

"No diamonds, it’s bone powder that has been added."

"I am a chef by profession, not a businessman."

"These cookies, though placed in different boxes and appear identical, are in essence the same. As for the pricing, ah, I can’t be bothered to make change, so I chose the prices at random."

Ming stared at the Lich in shock.

"Isn’t that fraud? Those who bought the expensive cookies must feel so cheated!"

Mr. Baking paused.

"Price, value, it’s all relative. There will always be someone who needs these cookies and is willing to pay for them."

"I don’t believe anyone would be that stupid."

While Ming and Mr. Baker were arguing, two figures approached. They wore long robes that spoke of both luxurious decay and majestic frailty.

Such special beings calmed the gourmet street somewhat.

"Elder Brother Morocoy, the Literary Society is just too bad!" The Green Dragon Priest waved his fist in the air, following closely behind the Blue Dragon Priest.

"Ah~" Morocoy covered his face, not wanting to look at the buffoon behind him. "Of course, my sister, Irason, I have prepared everything."

The powerful Dragon Priests came to Mr. Baking’s stall.

"Peace to you, Mr. Scholar." Mr. Baking bowed in greeting.

"Peace to you, Guy. Oh, I mean, Mr. Baker." Mr. Scholar turned his head and saw the young couple standing by, nodding slightly.

"Baker, I’ve heard that you’ve added...

"Ashes of the Literary Society."

"I’ll take them all."

Ming watched as Mr. Baking packaged everything and handed it over to the dignified elder.

"That will be one hundred thousand Olious, Mr. Scholar."

Huh? One hundred thousand? That shameless cook, he’s jacked up the price on the spot, even to his own teacher!

"Thank you, Baking. Here’s one hundred thousand." Mr. Scholar took the cookie box and threw a Magic Purse onto Mr. Baking’s table.

Afterward, the Scholar handed the cookies to Irason.

"Here you go, my sister. Cookies made with the ashes of the Literary Society. Does this satisfy your need for vengeance?"

"Elder Brother Morocoy, you’re the best! I’ll take these cookies back and make Heinz eat them all. He’s been tormented by those lazy bones for too long, it’s time for some payback!"

"Cough cough cough... Irason, you should eat them in front of him instead. Seeing an elder avenge him personally will surely make Heinz very happy."

"Alright! I am the most dependable elder of the Dream Elves! I really must show my strength! Well then, Elder Brother, I’m off! Goodbye!"

"Goodbye, my sister." Mr. Scholar watched the Green Dragon Priest’s departing figure and breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally sent her off, now I can get back to my research."

A portal appeared at Mr. Scholar’s feet, and tranquility was restored.

The two youngsters looked at each other, "Rufus, we’ve run out of cookies."

"No worries, we still have half a one left." The girl showed the cookie with a bite mark in her hand, "Ming, would you like to try it?"

Before Ming could refuse, Rufus Flameheart had already leaned against his chest, pressing up close, and brought the cookie to Ming’s mouth.

After chewing subconsciously, Ming’s eyes widened.

"Delicious! What’s going on, it’s so tasty!" Ming realized he had misjudged Mr. Baker; he was a master cookie artisan.

Feeling the joy of tasting such a delicious treat made Ming smile, like Rufus, they looked at each other with delighted grins.

Mr. Baking picked up the purse, giving a sickly sweet look at the couple pressing close together in front of his stall.

"You haven’t paid for that cookie."

"Sure thing, Mr. Baking." Ming was in a good mood now.

"That will be one hundred thousand Olious."

"???" Ming’s mood soured, "What’s going on, Rufus clearly took that cookie from the Ten Gold Box."

"Price increase, I’ve just decided on it."

"You rotten Lich, I’ll purify you right now!" Asking for one hundred thousand was the same as asking for his life, and if someone dared to demand his life, he would demand theirs. Ming lifted the Holy Light Warhammer, ready to smash this swindler to bits.

"Here’s one hundred thousand, Mr. Baking. Your cookies are indeed delicious," Rufus· Black Abyss Rich Second Generation·Flame Heart said smilingly as she placed a Purse in front of Mr. Baking, showing her sweet smile, "Thank you very much for allowing Ming and me to taste such delectable food together."

"Rufus, that cookie isn’t worth..."

"It is worth it, Ming. In my heart, food that brings us happiness together is worth a lot. Come on, let’s run through the streets." Rufus took Ming’s hand, smiling as they ran off.

Their last stop.

It was the most sacred place for the demonic races, the Black Abyss Arena, where everything was decided.

In the arena, the Black Armored Knight laughed maniacally, crushing the opposition with his legion.

"Hahahahahaha, who else wants some! Who else!!!"

In the stands, Ming watched Rufus cheering for the Defender Knight in the center of the arena, feeling a pang of jealousy, he sourly remarked.

"I could do that too."

"I could do that too."

Like an echo or sentiment resonating, Ming turned his head to lock eyes with another man. It was a handsome man, dressed in the standard robe of the Arcanists, sitting squat on a chair. And beside him, a pretty succubus girl was also screaming and cheering towards the center of the stage.

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