Normally, when one needs to find things out from other people, the most common and proficient method is, in fact, the technique of interrogation. But this time, she was facing an ordinary citizen, not a criminal.
Not to mention, this was corroborated by multiple pieces of evidence from Blazewood: physical traces, testimonies, and signs of Ether erosion. In this Hollow Disaster, Andrew was indeed a pure rescuer—one who was uninvolved yet stepped forward to help without the slightest hesitation.
A person like this was as rare as a phoenix feather in New Eridu; at least, Jane Doe had hardly ever seen one. However, she had long heard that the captain of the squad she was newly transferred to had also been a person who selflessly devoted himself to the citizens back when he was an ordinary police officer.
This made Jane Doe all the more curious about Andrew.
As for the object of her curiosity, Andrew...
He was carefully controlling the distance between the skewered leg meat and the flames, ensuring that no flame directly touched the surface of the meat.
The high heat of the flames roasted the Vicious Claw Wyvern leg meat. To Andrew's great surprise, the aroma that wafted over was indeed that of roasting meat, not a sour and foul smell.
"Could it actually work?"
The seemingly normal progress made the hope in Andrew's heart grow stronger. He could almost see the glorious and great future where he would leave his name in the Guild's Meownster Chef recipe book.
The creator of the Vicious Claw Wyvern recipe, New Eridu's strongest Meownster Chef expert—Andrew!!
With a masterful throwing technique, Andrew fiercely cast a large handful of cumin and chili powder. Aided by his great strength, the handful of spices was flung into a mist that settled evenly onto the enormous dragon leg.
If nothing else, it certainly looked quite beautiful.
In just under half an hour, the Vicious Claw Wyvern's hind leg in Andrew's hands already looked perfectly done. Meanwhile, he also ladled out a portion of meat broth from the stew in the nearby pressure cooker.
And now, it was time for them to be served.
He suddenly lifted the super-sized roasted hind leg—an entire thigh roasted whole—and turned off the heat on the stew pot with his other hand.
Just as he was about to call over Burnice, who had run off to compete with someone in a fuel-drinking contest, and Caesar, who was tinkering in the workshop, Andrew suddenly discovered a young woman squatting behind him.
The girl squatted with her knees together, her almond-shaped eyes captivating, seemingly exuding charm at every moment.
The face that held these mesmerizing eyes was equally enchanting; the temperament she naturally projected was enough to send many a young virgin's imagination running wild.
However, it had no effect on Andrew. As the saying goes: "With no woman in my heart, my longsword is naturally divine." At the very least, this level of charm couldn't disturb the dao heart of a longsword master like him.
The girl's right hand gently supported her chin, her orange hair draping slightly over her arm, shrouded in a layer of gold by the setting sun.
Her golden silhouette was exceptionally warm in the sunset, making her wheat-colored skin glow with vitality.
The Mouse Thiren's long, slender tail swayed casually behind her, and when she subconsciously brushed aside a stray strand of hair, it displayed extreme flexibility.
The unique shape of her tail's tip was definitely one of a kind among all the Thiren Andrew had ever seen.
For such a young woman—an absolute top-tier beauty in the Outer Ring—to be staring intently at him, Andrew's first reaction wasn't whether she was after his body, but whether she was after the Vicious Claw Wyvern's body.
After all, a leg this big was absolutely unique in all of New Eridu and the Outer Ring combined; there was no question about it.
And hunters, well, the last thing they mind is sharing food.
"You want some, right? Here!" Drawing his hunter's machete, Andrew swiftly sliced off a piece of the golden-brown roasted meat and stuffed it into the girl's hand.
Jane Doe, who hadn't even had a chance to speak, suddenly had a large slice of roast meat thrust into her hand. For a moment, her brain practically short-circuited.
Wait, is this person's thought process even normal?
This move—stuffing meat into her hand before a single word was spoken—left Jane Doe at a complete loss. However, her powerful acting skills allowed her to quickly regain her composure.
But just as she recovered from her dazed state, Andrew spoke first.
Watching the girl stare at the skewer he handed her with a hesitant look, Andrew, completely forgetting what the raw material for the food in his hand was, guaranteed with a mysterious burst of confidence:
"Don't worry, I'm the number one Meownster Chef in New Eridu. Eat up!"
In any case, Andrew's confidence was indeed very persuasive.
Dubiously, Jane Doe put the piece of roasted meat into her mouth. Her teeth closed gently, biting into the roast made from the hind leg of some unknown monster.
The first thing she tasted was the fragrance of the cumin and chili powder on the roast. The aroma of the toasted spices had been fully released, but this was the only part of the entire roast that could be described as edible for humans.
Following immediately after was not the firm, elastic texture that normal roast meat should have.
One bite down, and this super-undercover agent, who hadn't even batted an eye when a gang boss pointed a gun at her head, saw her expression change in an instant.
At first, it was a toughness like leather, but the taste that came from within the meat could only be described as unspeakable.
A foul stench shot straight to her brain, starting from her mouth. After invading her stomach and nasal cavity, it charged directly for her cerebrum.
It was just like a rat that had been found dead in a damp basement after several days—that rich, layered stench, like something foully fermented, was enough to make anyone who smelled it want to vomit up yesterday's meal.
Yes, that was exactly how Jane Doe felt right now.
And the deadliest part was, this thing was also sour.
Not the refreshing sourness of a lemon, but the kind from rice that had spoiled for so long it had started to become sticky—that perfect blend of stench and sourness would make even the strongest person vomit a rainbow in the next second.
Well, at least Miss Jane Doe proved with her own actions that even beautiful girls do not, in fact, produce rainbows when they vomit.
The sheer power of the Vicious Claw Wyvern successfully made this young woman, who had always thought she had seen it all, completely empty her stomach.
For a moment, Jane Doe subconsciously suspected that her identity as an undercover agent for some organization had been exposed, and the man before her was here to take revenge.
If she hadn't seen Andrew, who had taken a bite at the same time, also start to vomit, the little mouse would have probably lashed out in violence.
Without the slightest hesitation, she threw all the remaining roast meat in her hand into the trash can, her movements so fast that they left afterimages.
She looked at the large leg in Andrew's hand with some horror, the lingering trauma still fresh. The taste that coiled relentlessly in her mouth felt like it was launching another fierce assault on her tongue.
"You... this poisonous flavor is practically murder!"
Andrew also stared in disbelief at the roasted Vicious Claw Wyvern leg in his hand. The roast looked perfectly normal, yet its taste could only be described as earth-shattering and god-wailingly awful!
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