Seeing the surprised expression on Nimo's face, Deluo wore a smug look: "I knew you'd like this idea. You know, Lynch can effortlessly conjure up some simple tricks. Remember, last time he even turned a rock into volcanic stone to save our lives. When the time comes, let him conjure a dish; whether it's originally tasty or not, with a touch of magic, won't it become delicious?"
"Can... can you really do that?"
"Of course, and I have an even better idea. Nimo, honestly, have you noticed that the Dark Elf seems interested in our Mage?" When mentioning the Dark Elf, Deluo lowered his voice, raised his eyebrows twice, and added a sly smile.
"What kind of interest?"
