In that case...
Wait, an idea suddenly struck him.
He mixed a Talent Ball into some secreted Gel, then motioned for a Metal Slime to hold the glob and present it to Casimir.
As Casimir stared at the crystal-clear green Gel before him, his breathing grew heavy and ragged, and a wave of ecstasy washed over him.
'That's it! This color, this texture... The quality is perfect.'
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Excellency!"
He took the Gel he had longed for. Tossing aside all semblance of aristocratic bearing and Blood Race elegance, he eagerly took a bite.
A few seconds later, however, the look of anticipation on his face froze, replaced by unconcealable disappointment.
'This... this taste...'
This glob of Gel looked identical to the last one, but it tasted far worse. It was like chewing on a sponge soaked with plain water—bland and tasteless. It was nothing but water.
This was just a plain, ordinary Gel.
It completely lacked the soul-shaking deliciousness of the last one.
