Chapter 166
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Noisy events have been held here and there in the morning in the island of La Grande.
I was in Kim Sungchul District 4.
He stood in the crowd and watched the Emperor Ship Cooking Competition.
More than 100 participants were working on a scorer’s problem on dozens of countertops with plenty of ingredients.
The theme of the preliminary breakfast contest was ‘live’.
Many chefs have interpreted their liveliness in the form of cooking.
Kim Sungchul looked at each participant’s dishes with the eyes of a falcon.
A variety of hunters caught my eye, including fresh but lacking basics, thorough but solid, basic skills and misinterpreted themes.
‘I don’t see anyone better than me.’
After a brief observation, Kim Sungchul concluded.
It was Brooch that he used as the basis for his judgment.
Some of the participants had brooches, symbolizing the cooks, most of them at the level of cast iron or brass, and none of them had a brooch that sparkled in brilliant gold, as Kim Sung-cheol did.
Maybe some cooks can’t rule out a brooch to hide their skills, but that’s not something to consider.
The qualifiers are over.
The scorer’s finished dishes were to be distributed to the audience after the results were announced, and the fight between the crowds was already intense.
Kim Seong-chul also stood in the gap between the crowds that pushed and overwhelmed the audience and stood in the queue of participants.
Fortunately, I was able to get my last leftover.
It was a kind of oven grated potato grated with sliced potatoes, milk, spices and cheese.
[The score of this dish is… 38 points! ]
The theme of vigor was characterized by sweet acidic sediment.
But because of that, the overall taste was rather degraded.
Force-fitting dishes that fit the topic were typically bad results.
‘What’s this?’
We habitually flap the hem of Kim Sungchul’s coat, emptiing a bowl, but no brooches appeared.
Broch was in Bertelgia’s bookshelf. How to get it out of the subject without a finger was a strange thing, even Kim Seong-cheol’s head, but it was necessary.
Because it’s an act that attracts attention in these places, it will almost break your day.
“Wouldn’t you be satisfied by this?”
Being more alert than ever, Bertelgia said.
“Actually there’s not enough to put everything in breakfast.”
The first qualifier for breakfast, lunch and dinner, is the first to cook breakfast.
We expect everyone to have dinner at the top of every meal.
But in the evening, there is a scheduled denomination rally.
Kim Sungchul managed to watch the lunch qualifiers unfortunately.
Today is a holiday not only for ordinary citizens, but also for gangsters in District 8.
I also saw some chefs catching Kim’s eyes.
There were a few participants with a long queue that was overwhelming compared to other participants.
Kim Sungchul stood in the queue and asked the person in front of him who was that cook.
“The dining elf’s table. Chief chef papaparfa. LaGranje’s best cook, indisputable. ”
There was a strange smile on Kim’s mouth.
He waited slowly and could see the chef in question.
It was an elf chef wearing a stylish chef’s hat and a high chef’s hat.
Behind him, more than ten assistants were moving around, creating dishes for the crowds to gather.
‘Is that parparfa?’
Broches aren’t sweet, so it’s hard to see them. You also need to taste it to see how good you are.
After a long wait, it was Kim’s turn.
It was a plain sandwich.
But the taste was not common.
The moment Kim Seong-cheol’s eyes flashed as soon as she tasted it.
[The score of this dish is… 75 points! ]
Kim Sungchul stared at the papaparpa standing proudly with different eyes.
‘This child. Is it a high-quality cook? ?! ’
Kim Sungchul opened his mouth staring at him.
“It’s a thin slice of sausage made from golden goat’s milk cheese and young Behemoth boar’s flesh.”
When he heard that, Paparfa turned his head toward Kim Seong-cheol and spoke with cynicism.
“Ho? Apparently, someone who seems to be eating or killing honey finds out my recipe. Interesting. ”
“Honestly.”
That’s the biggest tribute that Kim can make.
But Parpapa didn’t like Kim’s praise.
Paparfas did it.
“Pretty… ? It is quite… ? ”
He stared at Kim Sung-cheol with cold snow and asked with a cold voice, coldly.
“I see you are a chef, but did you participate in this competition?”
“I have a situation.”
When Kim Sung-cheol shook his head, Paparpa shook his head with cynicism.
“That’s a smart choice. If you have no skills and want to walk, you should act like you. Keep doing it. My store, which cooks quite a bit while you stay anonymous, will flourish! ”
Paparpa wielded his spatula to instruct his chef to kick Kim Sung-chul away.
At the same time as Kim Seong-chul’s face writhed, Bertelgia shook violently and dried up Kim Sung-cheol.
Kim Sungchul was humiliated when he heard the paparazzi’s scolding laughter from afar.
“What did I do? You told me not to stay long? ”
As soon as he returned home, Bertelgia spoke in a pleasant voice, as if he had waited.
Kim Sungchul said shortly, holding out her palm.
Bertelgia got out of Kim’s pocket and threw a golden brooch in his palm that he hid in the bookshelf.
“Do you know this is the best?”
Vertelgia stared at Kim Sung-chul and said softly.
I split into it, but it’s true.
Kim Sungchul thought so, he hung the brooch several layers of fabric deep inside the coat.
Kim Sungchul was busy wandering the islands for the rest of the time.
In it, Kim Sungchul found that people are not yet despaired.
The world is already plagued by disaster, but people are left to laugh.
And time passed and it became the evening.
Kim Sungchul was prepared and prepared to leave the mansion.
But he was trying to leave the room and someone knocked on the door.
Somebody did Largo.
It was Largo who was always wearing ordinary work clothes. They were as gorgeous as the virgins of the time.
The traces of time remain on the face, but there are also traces of beauty that once climbed up and down people’s mouths.
But at the time of watching Largo, Kim’s attention was not her beauty, but her unstable airflow flowing through her entire body.
Something must have happened.
She shook his left hand with a seizure.
“I’m sorry I came over there suddenly.”
Largo hesitated and said.
“Would you like to attend a year-long event with me? Going alone… A little so… . ”
Kim Sungchul was able to reconfirm what happened to Largo while he was away.
But there is more important work for him now.
“I’m sorry, but today I have to go to a meeting of the apocalypse.”
“Oh… It was. ”
Largo’s eyes radiate a powerful light of disappointment.
She smiled lonely and left the door.
“Sorry. I asked for more than a topic. ”
“I’ll be right back. If you can wait until then. ”
It was a bold voice, but enough to give a laugh to Largo’s dry face, disappointed.
She smiled faintly and said in a little energetic voice.
“Don’t be too late. I can go with other guys! ”
Kim Sungchul nodded.
Bertelgia opened his way to the meeting place of the Apocalypse.
“I felt like you before, are you a surprisingly good person?”
“Do you think so?”
“I’m sorry to see you’re so good to your bad lady. I would have refused. What have you been up to now? I can’t hear the rumors. ”
“It’s been a long time since I enjoyed the festival. There’s nothing bad about having a party. ”
Well, Bertelgia shook his body strongly.
Kim Sungchul made a faint moan.
Vertelgia shook immediately,
“That’s… What do you mean?!
“Nothing.”
Being under Bertelgia, Kim Sungchul arrived at the meeting place of the Doomsday.
I quickly knocked the door twice as quickly as Largo told me, and once with a slight gap, I heard the release of the latch and the door opened soon.
“Ah, are you a new member of your church?”
The elderly lady welcomed Kim Sung-cheol.
Kim Sungchul didn’t feel much power from the old lady.
The old woman led her to a synagogue in the basement of Kim Sungchul.
There were dozens of people who seemed to be members of the Apocalypse.
I heard a story of a middle-aged man among Kim Sungchul.
He was talking about the end.
“It wasn’t long before the end. A lot of evidence indicates that the end of the end is approaching, and even now, the end of the end is underway. ”
In a very long speech, Kim Sungchul felt that the story had no context.
It’s just a vague repetition of what everyone would ask if we could take a look at the subject of the end.
But there was a phrase that bothers me.
“The book of disaster is a lie. It brings out the story of a fake disaster that was fabricated and manipulated. In the words of God written in the beginning, the mention of the book of calamity can be presumed to be false because there is no one-half hemisphere. ”
I had seen Kim Sungchul apostles from the Tower of the Hermit come to burn the Book of Catastrophes.
This claim appeared to be the cause of the action.
But the pastor never gave specific explanations. There was only claims, the evidence was blurry like any other story.
‘There was nothing to eat at the rumored feast.’
After the speech, pastors were given talks about the individual’s prisoners.
Kim Sungchul was assigned last time.
Standing in front of the pastor, he looked at the documents he had brought and said with a smile.
“Um .. You’re suffering from erectile dysfunction. It’s a pity. ”
“But don’t worry. With the knowledge of our end denominations, you will be able to regain your original health. But you have to show some sincerity before that. ”
That said, the pastor reached out her palm.
I’m asking for money.
Kim Sungchul took some of the least valuable coins in his pocket and placed them on the pastor’s palm.
The pastor’s face is distorted.
“You don’t have enough sex.”
“Because I’m making money now.
“If you don’t have enough sex, you won’t be able to join high-level meetings.”
“What’s good if I join a high-level meeting?”
As Kim asked, the pastor nodded and explained the system of the apocalyptic denomination.
The structure of the denomination is said to be a structure where the thorough pyramid structure can reach the vertices of the pyramid as the denomination’s trust is obtained.
You can participate in high-level meetings if you do something worth the trust of the denomination, such as giving money or staying in denomination meetings.
“In other words, the branch you participate in is the lowest level of all meetings.”
There are only a limited number of meetings available at this stage.
‘This looks like it needs time.’
A large amount of donations could buy suspicion, so Kim Sungchul pledged tomorrow and left.
The sun was tilted when we left the meeting place.
Remembering his promise with Kim Sungchul Largo, he hurried back to the mansion.
On my way back I could see an event taking place in Kim Sungchul District 8. It seemed over the crowd that a cart with a daggered-colored lantern was passing by with cheers.
But at some point, the cheers suddenly grew.
“I’m the lady of the mask!”
“It’s real. Is this your first time seeing the real thing? ”
I was ignoring Kim Sungchul and digging into the crowds for an unexpectedly hot reaction.
There you could see Kim Sungchul’s unfamiliar face.
The undead girl, who appears to be the weight of the apocalyptic denomination, was waving on the cart, guarded by unusual people.
‘Why is that guy here? That’s a lot of boldness. The Imperials will be looking on with their eyes lit. ‘
Why anyway, her appearance has been taken as a miracle to the people in District 8 who live in poverty.
To this place she was revered as a masked lady.
In the crucible of enthusiasm, it was possible to guess how true the Doctrine of the Doomsday Church, deeply rooted in Kim Sungchul Lagrange, was.
The empire was acceptable as a threat.
But the craze didn’t last long.
Empire soldiers who noticed the emergence of Sarasa made their way here.
Sarah hid in darkness, pledged to the people.
This was a great opportunity for Kim Sung-chul.
If she can only follow and talk, most questions about the Doomsday will be answered.
You don’t have to build trust in a low-ranking suburb.
But when he tried to chase Sarasa, a sound of binge ringing in the sky stopped Kim’s steps.
Because of the heavy palaces that had risen above Lagranje’s sky, there was heavy drinking.
Colorful firecrackers burst above the empty palaces.
The firework festival, the biggest attraction of the night, is beginning.
Largo’s expected face rushed past Kim Seong-chul’s eyes.
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Noisy events have been held here and there in the morning in the island of La Grande.
I was in Kim Sungchul District 4.
He stood in the crowd and watched the Emperor Ship Cooking Competition.
More than 100 participants were working on a scorer’s problem on dozens of countertops with plenty of ingredients.
The theme of the preliminary breakfast contest was ‘live’.
Many chefs have interpreted their liveliness in the form of cooking.
Kim Sungchul looked at each participant’s dishes with the eyes of a falcon.
A variety of hunters caught my eye, including fresh but lacking basics, thorough but solid, basic skills and misinterpreted themes.
‘I don’t see anyone better than me.’
After a brief observation, Kim Sungchul concluded.
It was Brooch that he used as the basis for his judgment.
Some of the participants had brooches, symbolizing the cooks, most of them at the level of cast iron or brass, and none of them had a brooch that sparkled in brilliant gold, as Kim Sung-cheol did.
Maybe some cooks can’t rule out a brooch to hide their skills, but that’s not something to consider.
The qualifiers are over.
The scorer’s finished dishes were to be distributed to the audience after the results were announced, and the fight between the crowds was already intense.
Kim Seong-chul also stood in the gap between the crowds that pushed and overwhelmed the audience and stood in the queue of participants.
Fortunately, I was able to get my last leftover.
It was a kind of oven grated potato grated with sliced potatoes, milk, spices and cheese.
[The score of this dish is… 38 points! ]
The theme of vigor was characterized by sweet acidic sediment.
But because of that, the overall taste was rather degraded.
Force-fitting dishes that fit the topic were typically bad results.
‘What’s this?’
We habitually flap the hem of Kim Sungchul’s coat, emptiing a bowl, but no brooches appeared.
Broch was in Bertelgia’s bookshelf. How to get it out of the subject without a finger was a strange thing, even Kim Seong-cheol’s head, but it was necessary.
Because it’s an act that attracts attention in these places, it will almost break your day.
“Wouldn’t you be satisfied by this?”
Being more alert than ever, Bertelgia said.
“Actually there’s not enough to put everything in breakfast.”
The first qualifier for breakfast, lunch and dinner, is the first to cook breakfast.
We expect everyone to have dinner at the top of every meal.
But in the evening, there is a scheduled denomination rally.
Kim Sungchul managed to watch the lunch qualifiers unfortunately.
Today is a holiday not only for ordinary citizens, but also for gangsters in District 8.
I also saw some chefs catching Kim’s eyes.
There were a few participants with a long queue that was overwhelming compared to other participants.
Kim Sungchul stood in the queue and asked the person in front of him who was that cook.
“The dining elf’s table. Chief chef papaparfa. LaGranje’s best cook, indisputable. ”
There was a strange smile on Kim’s mouth.
He waited slowly and could see the chef in question.
It was an elf chef wearing a stylish chef’s hat and a high chef’s hat.
Behind him, more than ten assistants were moving around, creating dishes for the crowds to gather.
‘Is that parparfa?’
Broches aren’t sweet, so it’s hard to see them. You also need to taste it to see how good you are.
After a long wait, it was Kim’s turn.
It was a plain sandwich.
But the taste was not common.
The moment Kim Seong-cheol’s eyes flashed as soon as she tasted it.
[The score of this dish is… 75 points! ]
Kim Sungchul stared at the papaparpa standing proudly with different eyes.
‘This child. Is it a high-quality cook? ?! ’
Kim Sungchul opened his mouth staring at him.
“It’s a thin slice of sausage made from golden goat’s milk cheese and young Behemoth boar’s flesh.”
When he heard that, Paparfa turned his head toward Kim Seong-cheol and spoke with cynicism.
“Ho? Apparently, someone who seems to be eating or killing honey finds out my recipe. Interesting. ”
“Honestly.”
That’s the biggest tribute that Kim can make.
But Parpapa didn’t like Kim’s praise.
Paparfas did it.
“Pretty… ? It is quite… ? ”
He stared at Kim Sung-cheol with cold snow and asked with a cold voice, coldly.
“I see you are a chef, but did you participate in this competition?”
“I have a situation.”
When Kim Sung-cheol shook his head, Paparpa shook his head with cynicism.
“That’s a smart choice. If you have no skills and want to walk, you should act like you. Keep doing it. My store, which cooks quite a bit while you stay anonymous, will flourish! ”
Paparpa wielded his spatula to instruct his chef to kick Kim Sung-chul away.
At the same time as Kim Seong-chul’s face writhed, Bertelgia shook violently and dried up Kim Sung-cheol.
Kim Sungchul was humiliated when he heard the paparazzi’s scolding laughter from afar.
“What did I do? You told me not to stay long? ”
As soon as he returned home, Bertelgia spoke in a pleasant voice, as if he had waited.
Kim Sungchul said shortly, holding out her palm.
Bertelgia got out of Kim’s pocket and threw a golden brooch in his palm that he hid in the bookshelf.
“Do you know this is the best?”
Vertelgia stared at Kim Sung-chul and said softly.
I split into it, but it’s true.
Kim Sungchul thought so, he hung the brooch several layers of fabric deep inside the coat.
Kim Sungchul was busy wandering the islands for the rest of the time.
In it, Kim Sungchul found that people are not yet despaired.
The world is already plagued by disaster, but people are left to laugh.
And time passed and it became the evening.
Kim Sungchul was prepared and prepared to leave the mansion.
But he was trying to leave the room and someone knocked on the door.
Somebody did Largo.
It was Largo who was always wearing ordinary work clothes. They were as gorgeous as the virgins of the time.
The traces of time remain on the face, but there are also traces of beauty that once climbed up and down people’s mouths.
But at the time of watching Largo, Kim’s attention was not her beauty, but her unstable airflow flowing through her entire body.
Something must have happened.
She shook his left hand with a seizure.
“I’m sorry I came over there suddenly.”
Largo hesitated and said.
“Would you like to attend a year-long event with me? Going alone… A little so… . ”
Kim Sungchul was able to reconfirm what happened to Largo while he was away.
But there is more important work for him now.
“I’m sorry, but today I have to go to a meeting of the apocalypse.”
“Oh… It was. ”
Largo’s eyes radiate a powerful light of disappointment.
She smiled lonely and left the door.
“Sorry. I asked for more than a topic. ”
“I’ll be right back. If you can wait until then. ”
It was a bold voice, but enough to give a laugh to Largo’s dry face, disappointed.
She smiled faintly and said in a little energetic voice.
“Don’t be too late. I can go with other guys! ”
Kim Sungchul nodded.
Bertelgia opened his way to the meeting place of the Apocalypse.
“I felt like you before, are you a surprisingly good person?”
“Do you think so?”
“I’m sorry to see you’re so good to your bad lady. I would have refused. What have you been up to now? I can’t hear the rumors. ”
“It’s been a long time since I enjoyed the festival. There’s nothing bad about having a party. ”
Well, Bertelgia shook his body strongly.
Kim Sungchul made a faint moan.
Vertelgia shook immediately,
“That’s… What do you mean?!
“Nothing.”
Being under Bertelgia, Kim Sungchul arrived at the meeting place of the Doomsday.
I quickly knocked the door twice as quickly as Largo told me, and once with a slight gap, I heard the release of the latch and the door opened soon.
“Ah, are you a new member of your church?”
The elderly lady welcomed Kim Sung-cheol.
Kim Sungchul didn’t feel much power from the old lady.
The old woman led her to a synagogue in the basement of Kim Sungchul.
There were dozens of people who seemed to be members of the Apocalypse.
I heard a story of a middle-aged man among Kim Sungchul.
He was talking about the end.
“It wasn’t long before the end. A lot of evidence indicates that the end of the end is approaching, and even now, the end of the end is underway. ”
In a very long speech, Kim Sungchul felt that the story had no context.
It’s just a vague repetition of what everyone would ask if we could take a look at the subject of the end.
But there was a phrase that bothers me.
“The book of disaster is a lie. It brings out the story of a fake disaster that was fabricated and manipulated. In the words of God written in the beginning, the mention of the book of calamity can be presumed to be false because there is no one-half hemisphere. ”
I had seen Kim Sungchul apostles from the Tower of the Hermit come to burn the Book of Catastrophes.
This claim appeared to be the cause of the action.
But the pastor never gave specific explanations. There was only claims, the evidence was blurry like any other story.
‘There was nothing to eat at the rumored feast.’
After the speech, pastors were given talks about the individual’s prisoners.
Kim Sungchul was assigned last time.
Standing in front of the pastor, he looked at the documents he had brought and said with a smile.
“Um .. You’re suffering from erectile dysfunction. It’s a pity. ”
“But don’t worry. With the knowledge of our end denominations, you will be able to regain your original health. But you have to show some sincerity before that. ”
That said, the pastor reached out her palm.
I’m asking for money.
Kim Sungchul took some of the least valuable coins in his pocket and placed them on the pastor’s palm.
The pastor’s face is distorted.
“You don’t have enough sex.”
“Because I’m making money now.
“If you don’t have enough sex, you won’t be able to join high-level meetings.”
“What’s good if I join a high-level meeting?”
As Kim asked, the pastor nodded and explained the system of the apocalyptic denomination.
The structure of the denomination is said to be a structure where the thorough pyramid structure can reach the vertices of the pyramid as the denomination’s trust is obtained.
You can participate in high-level meetings if you do something worth the trust of the denomination, such as giving money or staying in denomination meetings.
“In other words, the branch you participate in is the lowest level of all meetings.”
There are only a limited number of meetings available at this stage.
‘This looks like it needs time.’
A large amount of donations could buy suspicion, so Kim Sungchul pledged tomorrow and left.
The sun was tilted when we left the meeting place.
Remembering his promise with Kim Sungchul Largo, he hurried back to the mansion.
On my way back I could see an event taking place in Kim Sungchul District 8. It seemed over the crowd that a cart with a daggered-colored lantern was passing by with cheers.
But at some point, the cheers suddenly grew.
“I’m the lady of the mask!”
“It’s real. Is this your first time seeing the real thing? ”
I was ignoring Kim Sungchul and digging into the crowds for an unexpectedly hot reaction.
There you could see Kim Sungchul’s unfamiliar face.
The undead girl, who appears to be the weight of the apocalyptic denomination, was waving on the cart, guarded by unusual people.
‘Why is that guy here? That’s a lot of boldness. The Imperials will be looking on with their eyes lit. ‘
Why anyway, her appearance has been taken as a miracle to the people in District 8 who live in poverty.
To this place she was revered as a masked lady.
In the crucible of enthusiasm, it was possible to guess how true the Doctrine of the Doomsday Church, deeply rooted in Kim Sungchul Lagrange, was.
The empire was acceptable as a threat.
But the craze didn’t last long.
Empire soldiers who noticed the emergence of Sarasa made their way here.
Sarah hid in darkness, pledged to the people.
This was a great opportunity for Kim Sung-chul.
If she can only follow and talk, most questions about the Doomsday will be answered.
You don’t have to build trust in a low-ranking suburb.
But when he tried to chase Sarasa, a sound of binge ringing in the sky stopped Kim’s steps.
Because of the heavy palaces that had risen above Lagranje’s sky, there was heavy drinking.
Colorful firecrackers burst above the empty palaces.
The firework festival, the biggest attraction of the night, is beginning.
Largo’s expected face rushed past Kim Seong-chul’s eyes.
Noisy events have been held here and there in the morning in the island of La Grande. I was in Kim Sungchul District 4. He stood in the crowd and watched the Emperor Ship Cooking Competition. More than 100 participants were working on a scorer's problem on dozens of countertops with plenty of ingredients.The theme of the preliminary breakfast contest was live'. Many chefs have interpreted their liveliness in the form of cooking. Kim Sungchul looked at each participant's dishes with the eyes of a falcon. A variety of hunters caught my eye, including fresh but lacking basics, thorough but solid, basic skills and misinterpreted themes. I don't see anyone better than me.' After a brief observation, Kim Sungchul concluded. It was Brooch that he used as the basis for his judgment. Some of the participants had brooches, symbolizing the cooks, most of them at the level of cast iron or brass, and none of them had a brooch that sparkled in brilliant gold, as Kim Sung-cheol did. Maybe some cooks can't rule out a brooch to hide their skills, but that's not something to consider. The qualifiers are over. The scorer's finished dishes were to be distributed to the audience after the results were announced, and the fight between the crowds was already intense. Kim Seong-chul also stood in the gap between the crowds that pushed and overwhelmed the audience and stood in the queue of participants. Fortunately, I was able to get my last leftover. It was a kind of oven grated potato grated with sliced potatoes, milk, spices and cheese. The score of this dish is 38 points! The theme of vigor was characterized by sweet acidic sediment. But because of that, the overall taste was rather degraded. Force-fitting dishes that fit the topic were typically bad results. What's this?' We habitually flap the hem of Kim Sungchul's coat, emptiing a bowl, but no brooches appeared. Broch was in Bertelgia's bookshelf. How to get it out of the subject without a finger was a strange thing, even Kim Seong-cheol's head, but it was necessary. Because it's an act that attracts attention in these places, it will almost break your day. Wouldn't you be satisfied by this? Being more alert than ever, Bertelgia said. Actually there's not enough to put everything in breakfast. The first qualifier for breakfast, lunch and dinner, is the first to cook breakfast.We expect everyone to have dinner at the top of every meal. But in the evening, there is a scheduled denomination rally. Kim Sungchul managed to watch the lunch qualifiers unfortunately. Today is a holiday not only for ordinary citizens, but also for gangsters in District 8. I also saw some chefs catching Kim's eyes. There were a few participants with a long queue that was overwhelming compared to other participants. Kim Sungchul stood in the queue and asked the person in front of him who was that cook. The dining elf's table. Chief chef papaparfa. LaGranje's best cook, indisputable. There was a strange smile on Kim's mouth. He waited slowly and could see the chef in question. It was an elf chef wearing a stylish chef's hat and a high chef's hat. Behind him, more than ten assistants were moving around, creating dishes for the crowds to gather. Is that parparfa?' Broches aren't sweet, so it's hard to see them. You also need to taste it to see how good you are. After a long wait, it was Kim's turn. It was a plain sandwich. But the taste was not common. The moment Kim Seong-cheol's eyes flashed as soon as she tasted it. The score of this dish is 75 points! Kim Sungchul stared at the papaparpa standing proudly with different eyes. This child. Is it a high-quality cook? ?! ' Kim Sungchul opened his mouth staring at him. It's a thin slice of sausage made from golden goat's milk cheese and young Behemoth boar's flesh. When he heard that, Paparfa turned his head toward Kim Seong-cheol and spoke with cynicism. Ho? Apparently, someone who seems to be eating or killing honey finds out my recipe. Interesting. Honestly. That's the biggest tribute that Kim can make. But Parpapa didn't like Kim's praise. Paparfas did it. Pretty ? It is quite ? He stared at Kim Sung-cheol with cold snow and asked with a cold voice, coldly. I see you are a chef, but did you participate in this competition? I have a situation. When Kim Sung-cheol shook his head, Paparpa shook his head with cynicism. That's a smart choice. If you have no skills and want to walk, you should act like you. Keep doing it. My store, which cooks quite a bit while you stay anonymous, will flourish! Paparpa wielded his spatula to instruct his chef to kick Kim Sung-chul away. At the same time as Kim Seong-chul's face writhed, Bertelgia shook violently and dried up Kim Sung-cheol. Kim Sungchul was humiliated when he heard the paparazzi's scolding laughter from afar. What did I do? You told me not to stay long? As soon as he returned home, Bertelgia spoke in a pleasant voice, as if he had waited. Kim Sungchul said shortly, holding out her palm. Bertelgia got out of Kim's pocket and threw a golden brooch in his palm that he hid in the bookshelf. Do you know this is the best? Vertelgia stared at Kim Sung-chul and said softly. I split into it, but it's true. Kim Sungchul thought so, he hung the brooch several layers of fabric deep inside the coat. Kim Sungchul was busy wandering the islands for the rest of the time. In it, Kim Sungchul found that people are not yet despaired. The world is already plagued by disaster, but people are left to laugh. And time passed and it became the evening. Kim Sungchul was prepared and prepared to leave the mansion. But he was trying to leave the room and someone knocked on the door. Somebody did Largo. It was Largo who was always wearing ordinary work clothes. They were as gorgeous as the virgins of the time. The traces of time remain on the face, but there are also traces of beauty that once climbed up and down people's mouths. But at the time of watching Largo, Kim's attention was not her beauty, but her unstable airflow flowing through her entire body. Something must have happened. She shook his left hand with a seizure. I'm sorry I came over there suddenly. Largo hesitated and said. Would you like to attend a year-long event with me? Going alone A little so . Kim Sungchul was able to reconfirm what happened to Largo while he was away. But there is more important work for him now. I'm sorry, but today I have to go to a meeting of the apocalypse. Oh It was. Largo's eyes radiate a powerful light of disappointment. She smiled lonely and left the door. Sorry. I asked for more than a topic. I'll be right back. If you can wait until then. It was a bold voice, but enough to give a laugh to Largo's dry face, disappointed. She smiled faintly and said in a little energetic voice. Don't be too late. I can go with other guys! Kim Sungchul nodded. Bertelgia opened his way to the meeting place of the Apocalypse. I felt like you before, are you a surprisingly good person? Do you think so? I'm sorry to see you're so good to your bad lady. I would have refused. What have you been up to now? I can't hear the rumors. It's been a long time since I enjoyed the festival. There's nothing bad about having a party. Well, Bertelgia shook his body strongly. Kim Sungchul made a faint moan. Vertelgia shook immediately, That's What do you mean?! Nothing. Being under Bertelgia, Kim Sungchul arrived at the meeting place of the Doomsday. I quickly knocked the door twice as quickly as Largo told me, and once with a slight gap, I heard the release of the latch and the door opened soon. Ah, are you a new member of your church? The elderly lady welcomed Kim Sung-cheol. Kim Sungchul didn't feel much power from the old lady. The old woman led her to a synagogue in the basement of Kim Sungchul. There were dozens of people who seemed to be members of the Apocalypse.I heard a story of a middle-aged man among Kim Sungchul. He was talking about the end. It wasn't long before the end. A lot of evidence indicates that the end of the end is approaching, and even now, the end of the end is underway. In a very long speech, Kim Sungchul felt that the story had no context. It's just a vague repetition of what everyone would ask if we could take a look at the subject of the end. But there was a phrase that bothers me. The book of disaster is a lie. It brings out the story of a fake disaster that was fabricated and manipulated. In the words of God written in the beginning, the mention of the book of calamity can be presumed to be false because there is no one-half hemisphere. I had seen Kim Sungchul apostles from the Tower of the Hermit come to burn the Book of Catastrophes. This claim appeared to be the cause of the action. But the pastor never gave specific explanations. There was only claims, the evidence was blurry like any other story. There was nothing to eat at the rumored feast.' After the speech, pastors were given talks about the individual's prisoners. Kim Sungchul was assigned last time. Standing in front of the pastor, he looked at the documents he had brought and said with a smile. Um .. You're suffering from erectile dysfunction. It's a pity. But don't worry. With the knowledge of our end denominations, you will be able to regain your original health. But you have to show some sincerity before that. That said, the pastor reached out her palm. I'm asking for money. Kim Sungchul took some of the least valuable coins in his pocket and placed them on the pastor's palm. The pastor's face is distorted. You don't have enough sex. Because I'm making money now. If you don't have enough sex, you won't be able to join high-level meetings. What's good if I join a high-level meeting? As Kim asked, the pastor nodded and explained the system of the apocalyptic denomination. The structure of the denomination is said to be a structure where the thorough pyramid structure can reach the vertices of the pyramid as the denomination's trust is obtained. You can participate in high-level meetings if you do something worth the trust of the denomination, such as giving money or staying in denomination meetings. In other words, the branch you participate in is the lowest level of all meetings. There are only a limited number of meetings available at this stage. This looks like it needs time.' A large amount of donations could buy suspicion, so Kim Sungchul pledged tomorrow and left. The sun was tilted when we left the meeting place. Remembering his promise with Kim Sungchul Largo, he hurried back to the mansion. On my way back I could see an event taking place in Kim Sungchul District 8. It seemed over the crowd that a cart with a daggered-colored lantern was passing by with cheers. But at some point, the cheers suddenly grew. I'm the lady of the mask! It's real. Is this your first time seeing the real thing? I was ignoring Kim Sungchul and digging into the crowds for an unexpectedly hot reaction. There you could see Kim Sungchul's unfamiliar face. The undead girl, who appears to be the weight of the apocalyptic denomination, was waving on the cart, guarded by unusual people. Why is that guy here? That's a lot of boldness. The Imperials will be looking on with their eyes lit. Why anyway, her appearance has been taken as a miracle to the people in District 8 who live in poverty. To this place she was revered as a masked lady. In the crucible of enthusiasm, it was possible to guess how true the Doctrine of the Doomsday Church, deeply rooted in Kim Sungchul Lagrange, was. The empire was acceptable as a threat. But the craze didn't last long. Empire soldiers who noticed the emergence of Sarasa made their way here. Sarah hid in darkness, pledged to the people. This was a great opportunity for Kim Sung-chul. If she can only follow and talk, most questions about the Doomsday will be answered. You don't have to build trust in a low-ranking suburb. But when he tried to chase Sarasa, a sound of binge ringing in the sky stopped Kim's steps. Because of the heavy palaces that had risen above Lagranje's sky, there was heavy drinking. Colorful firecrackers burst above the empty palaces. The firework festival, the biggest attraction of the night, is beginning. Largo's expected face rushed past Kim Seong-chul's eyes.
