The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 824 - 23 Dining till the X Wave

Chapter 824: Chapter 23 Dining till the X Wave Chapter 824: Chapter 23 Dining till the X Wave Outside the window, the crescent moon hung like a hook, the night color enveloping everything.

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However, faced with a table full of delicious food and amber-colored honey wine, Freya felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. Her tall and graceful body twisted restlessly, an odd rose color appearing on her skin. Her two straight legs trembled slightly, and the hand resting on the table was veined with blue as if enduring some indescribable emotion.

“Chicken soup coming~!”

Along with a cheery voice, Luo En brought out a steaming clay pot from the kitchen stove and placed it on the dining table.

Upon lifting the lid, the rich aroma spread out, with the snowy, translucent chicken meat floating in the golden thick soup, enhanced by wild vegetables and mushrooms, making one’s mouth water.

But Freya subconsciously turned her gaze away, not daring to look any longer.

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Seeing the guest had no intention of starting, Luo En immediately scooped out a bowl of chicken soup and “kindly” passed it over:

“This is all for you, don’t be shy!”

Politeness be damned!

Unable to dodge, Freya cursed inwardly, raising her flushed face, accusingly:

“You’re so despicable… to actually… put drugs in the food…”

She couldn’t finish her words; the valiant and kind Valkyrie was now gasping for air, half-sprawled by the table, her body trembling, her chest heaving violently, as if she had just undergone electrotherapy.

However, faced with the guest’s accusation, Luo En, who cooked the meal himself, was even more aggrieved:

“How could you slander my innocence like that! When have I ever done such a thing?”

“Enough!”

Freya, panting at the edge of the table, gritted her teeth:

“After eating your cooking, my body started to feel very strange. If it wasn’t you, who else could it be?”

“You can insult my character, but not my professional integrity!”

As the successor to the God of Stove, Hestia, Luo En resolutely picked up utensils to prove his point,

“You say I drugged the food? I’ll eat and show you!”

Watching Luo En taste each dish and remain unflushed and unperturbed, Freya was dumbstruck.

How could this be? It shouldn’t be like this…

Could it really be a misunderstanding?

Just when the Valkyrie fell into doubt, there was a mocking snort from across the table:

“Before accusing others, think about your own issues first. Is your conduct consistently honorable? Is your mentality solidly healthy?”

Freya’s eyes quickly cleared, as if realizing something. She immediately lifted her shirt, revealing the blood-red Compulsory Divine Seal on her lower abdomen, with a faint glow moving about.

It wasn’t the food’s issue after all, but hers.

But…

Freya glared across the table, grinding her teeth:

“What did you do to me?”

“Oh, that?”

Luo En smiled, explaining sincerely,

“To let you fully enjoy the meal, I linked your sense of taste with some of your other senses through spells, giving you the ultimate experience.”

“This kind of experience that leads to ecstasy from eating?”

Having pinpointed the issue, Freya’s eyes shot daggers, and her silver teeth ground against each other:

“Well, thank you very much for that!”

“There’s no need to thank me. It’s only about being responsible for the guests and the food.”

Luo En replied earnestly, not ashamed but proud.

Seeing his shameless demeanor, Freya felt frazzled.

Since when could a chef’s cooking induce ecstasy? Was the kitchen stock all aphrodisiacs?

Unbeknownst to her, in Luo En’s memory, there indeed were chefs who could make dishes that acted like aphrodisiacs, leading to ecstasy.

But of course, Freya lacked the ability to probe the thoughts of others. She stood up with difficulty, her body soft and warm, wanting to end this tormenting dinner early.

But a grinning face approached, cutting off her retreat:

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“I’m full…”

Freya replied with a dry cough, avoiding eye contact.

Hearing that, Luo En’s face, previously all smiles, darkened instantly, his tone rising:

“What do you mean, ‘you’re not eating’? Why did you let me prepare so much?”

“I didn’t…”

“Winner takes all, not a drop wasted, who said that?”

“…”

Freya opened her mouth, speechless.

She had indeed said that before.

But not in that context!

“I hate those who break their promises. As a noble Valkyrie of Warner, you have to stand by your words.”

Luo En cast a glance at Freya, spoke with a smirk,

“Do you help yourself, or shall I assist?”

Looking at the table, almost enough food and drink to burst a mammoth, Freya felt the urge to cry.

Though she wanted to refuse, remembering the overpowering Compulsory Divine Seal, she could only sit down tearfully, pick up the fork, and begin to eat, her face the picture of a tragic hero.

With every bite of food, every sip of drink, the pleasure exploding on her taste buds, resonated with the spell to her lower abdomen, causing her entire body to quiver, her mind almost suffocating.

Hold on, just endure a little longer, and it will pass.

Freya comforted herself while shakingly raising the fork, stuffing the food into her mouth to swallow, yearning to end this torture soon.

Finally, almost all of the food on the table had disappeared.

But at the same time, after a fierce round of eating, her eyes rolled back uncontrollably, crystal saliva dripped from her mouth, her mind a mushy mess.

“Look how appetizing it’s been for you. Eat slower, there’s plenty more in the kitchen. I’ve even added a few more dishes for you.”

Hearing those considerate words, Freya saw someone bring out a grilled beef leg thicker than her own head from the kitchen. Everything turned black before her eyes, and she couldn’t hold on any longer, collapsing to the floor with a thud, crying helplessly: