Chapter 1526: ?? The generation gap is a few 0 years away

"Eh? This is the opening I didn't expect...but I don't think many people in the whole world have tasted your craftsmanship. It's my honor..." Allen owed his body courteously and thought about it for a moment. He decided, and said with a straight back, "But I happened to be eating when I first came in. The food here tastes too easy to spoil... Are you going to eat out? Speaking of which, I also have a few unique desserts at home. …"

Alan, who has a Horcrux, doesn't care about a body, and he doesn't think that Death is a true god. At this time, he uses Voldemort's second-rate means to protect himself from the Horcrux. To poison the cake is to kill. Once myself.

"Oh, I'm not planning to have a cooking competition..." Helbo, the **** of death, snapped his fingers as he said.

When the two were sitting opposite each other and eating brownie cakes in Diagon Alley, a similarly shaped seat appeared between them—although in such a place where the sun was completely invisible, the parasol in the middle became a decoration and decoration.

When the tables and chairs took shape, the surface of the table looked like boiling mud or bubbling mud in a swamp, and out of it emerged an energy sphere that was enchanted with blue light just like Alan's body.

After the initial dazzling and vibrant light was adapted, Allen saw that inside the shield sphere, it was actually a silver bowl with intricate carvings in ancient Greek style, and the outer ring of the vessel was also inlaid with a circle of crystals. The magic The energy of the shield is maintained by these crystals.

On the silver bowl, there are some desserts that are too sweet for Alan. They are baklava made by the **** of death. The top layer of meringue looks very thin, with the color of honey, which can be seen from the side section. It was filled with nut stuffing, and a few pistachio nuts were exposed.

"Mr. Harris, you and Ms. Ravenclaw are ingenious... these spells and alchemy are really good, and I am not proficient in making strange things in this area..." Helbo, the **** of death, wears a large silver ring finger Pointing to the blue shield glowing on Allen's body, he said in a hoarse, suppressed voice, "The essence of studying your transformation is the curse of sheltering creatures attached to the necklace that represents the sacred artifact of my death power. It took me a lot of time..."

"Mr. Helbo, you are too modest. The research direction is different. We can't pick a stone to make a resurrection stone, or fold a branch to make an old magic wand..." In Allen's heart, he ate too much just before coming in. Full and a little embarrassed, he just reached into the enchantment of the plate and held the snack. He hadn't planned to eat it yet, but he turned his attention to the **** of death, "Your new cloak does not look like it. It’s not Fanpin. I probably recognized that it can reflect most spells? Is it a mirrored cloak? You can still get the materials to make it..."

"Aha, I know you've seen it all, but this is also praiseworthy eyesight... No wonder Mr. Harris, you can get the love of Ms. Ravenclaw... Even if she is promoted to the current state..." The old man looked a little happy, "When I was a mortal... I also collected a few scrolls. In fact, a few of your sets should be my original collection..." The old man put his gleaming cloak with his hands. He held it in front of Alan, "It is indeed a mirrored cloak, material... After all, you know I have time to collect... It is sometimes called "woven water". When the wearer is directly attacked by magic, it is truly magical. The effect will be revealed-all the damage caused by the spell will be ejected, but the wearer will not be hurt at all."

"Rebounds all'spell damage', but does not include disabling spells that do not have direct attack power, such as full body restraint spells, and attack by physical collision. ’S spells, I don’t have the ability to resist...Sorry, I’m a little bit oily in my hand..." Alan still had a snack in his hand, but controlled the invisible mage’s hand and pulled him closer in the air. Do you use such a thing to deal with me? It seems that my weight in your mind is heavier than I thought..."

Alan remained relaxed on his face, emphasizing that he was not incapable of this thing, but he still found it very tricky in his heart, because this creation would make him use many methods and even hit him in turn.

"In the face of an excellent wizard like you, it would be too boring to win the plane with the body form alone. Ms. Ravenclaw came to me. I think she and I need to fight in that form, and no matter what, I used to be the same. Famed wizard..." Helbo did not hesitate to praise him, "I have to admit that the mortal form will still affect my performance, although the result will not change, but I don't want to win myself too embarrassed...otherwise face Ms. Ravenclaw's Sometimes I feel too embarrassed..." Grim Reaper said more angry words on his lifeless face, "You read the full set and wear a full set of equipment. I don't think it's a big deal for my old man to add a coat?.... Ah, please forgive Mr. Harris, I have delayed your tasting because of too much words... Sorry, you know that there are not many living guests here, I actually like to chat with you..."

Seeing that he still couldn't divert the topic at the end, Alan looked at the desserts that he usually didn't like too sweet and greasy. He guessed that if Dumbledore were here, maybe a smile would appear on his face... The savior secretly With a sigh, I couldn't help but bury the other side, this true god, who was too unwilling to do his job properly, and he was prepared to meet and start fighting, but at this time, the kind invitation is really hard to refuse...

Alan used his light to fall on Helbo, the **** of death, and glanced at the other party’s inviting gesture and the expectation of his combative face at this time, which reminded him of Anka who fed him raw rabbit meat when he first met. A bird face—he noticed that the other party pinched the snake head on his snake stick to spit out a snake letter...

In the end Allen stretched out the pale slender hand, held the handle of the utensil, lowered his head and put half of his face into the shield. uukanshu.com took a big bite with the most-the strong and sweet taste instantly occupied the bud of his tongue.

It’s just that I ate too full before. This kind of high-calorie food seems to be clogged in the throat. It is difficult for Allen to taste its taste carefully. He pretends to make a satisfied smile, and his mouth emits'emm... A voice of admiration like', and then put his hand on his belly to express satisfaction-but it actually took a lot of effort to barely swallow it.

The all-white brows of the **** of death Helbo frowned, his eyes lost a little light and interest, and he stroked the vessel with a little regret with his fingers.

"It doesn't seem to suit your taste?" Death sighed slightly, "Don't force it, after all, the generation gap between our appetites has been different for thousands of years... Now sugar and oil are no longer so difficult to obtain..."

"Sorry, it's not a matter of taste. You know that in the preparations I did before I came, there was a matter of eating a full meal..." Alan's expression became calm after saying it, "And what you are looking for is not necessarily the taste. itself."

"Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of mankind." Death stared at Alan and nodded, "I ignored your proposal and you still don't know my proposal... I will give you a refreshment that you should miss very much, and then listen. See if you are willing to accept..."

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