Chapter 564 – Dragon Naming Conventions

Chapter 564 – Dragon Naming Conventions

“He does seem quite approachable.”

Mo Lan could already picture the scene in her mind.

The Dragon servant called Scorched Tongue had been diligently coordinating with her to arrange the timing for the chef assessment.

Then Krotack had suddenly barged in, one idea after another, making no effort to hide his excitement about an Advanced Culinary Witch.

Anyone with even a shred of dignity wouldn’t have acted that way.

“Just tell him you’re staying with me.”

Vasida said, “Although he wasn’t nearly this enthusiastic when I first arrived, he did go out of his way to give me a recipe book.”

Mo Lan nodded and sent over Vasida’s address.

Less than three minutes later, the brass bell outside the courtyard rang.

Mo Lan and Vasida went downstairs together to open the door.

Outside stood a plump, golden-haired man. The moment he saw them, his eyes locked onto Mo Lan.

“You’re the Advanced Culinary Witch, Moira?”

Mo Lan nodded.

In truth, with her Earth culinary heritage and Peak-level Culinary Magic, calling herself a Peak-level Culinary Witch wouldn’t have been a stretch.

But for an ultimate foodie like Krotack, he would know every Peak-level Culinary Witch by heart. Having one suddenly appear out of nowhere would draw far too much attention.

Claiming to be an Advanced Culinary Witch was more than sufficient.

“Welcome to Delicacy Island! I am the Eternal Sovereign of the Endless Feast · Supreme Glutton Commander of Delicacy Island · Conqueror of Spices and Lava · Arbiter of Taste Across the Seven Seas · Architect of the Golden Fried Rice Doctrine · Apex Existence of the Food Chain · the Insatiable King of Gluttony · Lifetime Honorary President of the Dragon Gourmet Society · Protector of Chefs and Cuisine… Krotack!” Krotack introduced himself with a beaming smile.

Even though Mo Lan had once read a book called《Dragon Naming Conventions》, and was familiar with Dragons’ extraordinary naming customs, hearing Krotack’s full name still made her pause for a moment before she adjusted her expression and said with a smile:

“Eternal Sovereign of the Endless Feast · Supreme Glutton Commander of Delicacy Island · Conqueror of Spices and Lava · Arbiter of Taste Across the Seven Seas · Architect of the Golden Fried Rice Doctrine · Apex Existence of the Food Chain · the Insatiable King of Gluttony · Lifetime Honorary President of the Dragon Gourmet Society · Protector of Chefs and Cuisine… Mr. Krotack, it’s a pleasure to meet you. May I address you by your true name from now on?”

Hearing Mo Lan recite his full name flawlessly on the very first try, Krotack’s perpetually drooping eyelids flew wide open in astonishment.

“Of course you may! You know my full name? That is truly astounding.

I’m three thousand five hundred years old, and every time I meet a new friend worthy of respect, I politely introduce myself with my full name.

But ever since my legend names exceeded ten, no one has been able to recite my full name upon first meeting.

Rather than my legend names, people tend to just call me by my true name, ‘Krotack.’

After all, I’ve lived far too long, and my legend names have grown far too numerous. Some of them weren’t even earned in Valen, so few people here know them.

Could it be that you’ve read my latest work, 《Dragon Delicacies》? And took the trouble to memorize my full name?”

Seeing the hopeful look in Krotack’s eyes, Mo Lan thought for a moment. “I’m sorry, I actually haven’t read that book. I only just memorized your full name—just now, when you said it.”

“!!!” Krotack could hardly believe it.

“My mother is the Voice of Scorching Sands · Guardian of Endless Dialogue · Nightmare of Caravans · Fastest Speaker of the Three Realms · Mistress of Desert Echoes · Compiler of the Brass Codex · Ultimate Authority on Bad Jokes… Igniwa. Can you repeat that?”

“Voice of Scorching Sands · Guardian of Endless Dialogue · Nightmare of Caravans · Fastest Speaker of the Three Realms · Mistress of Desert Echoes… Igniwa.” Mo Lan rattled it off in one breath.

Krotack was finally convinced. “This is absolutely incredible! Even I can’t remember my mother’s full name!”

“???” Vasida’s eyes were full of confusion. “Then what you just said was…”

“I made it up on the spot,” Krotack said.

Mo Lan: “…”

“Miss Moira, are you available to do the chef rank assessment now? I’m already getting impatient.”

Krotack smacked his lips. “I’m sure your cooking must be just as impressive as your memory!”

“I hope I won’t disappoint you,” Mo Lan said.

“Do it here at my place! I’ve got plenty of room,” Vasida chimed in.

Once inside Vasida’s Obsidian stone building, Mo Lan took out her Mobile Kitchen Card and invited Mr. Krotack and Vasida to sit in the kitchen’s built-in dining area. She served them some tea.

“Please wait a moment. It won’t take long.”

Krotack was the judge, so the first dish she planned to present for her chef rank assessment was a savory original creation tailored to the tastes of brass Dragons.

Mo Lan used Dawn Society Magic to open the Card Shop and redeemed four cards: Material Card – Emperor Sand Scorpion, Material Card – Salt Crystal Ore, Material Card – Sandworm Oil, and Material Card – Yellow Sand.

The moment the cards materialized, Krotack couldn’t sit still—as if his seat had sprouted thorns—and sidled up next to Mo Lan.

“These are all cooking ingredients? What dish are you making? Why is there yellow sand?”

“I’m making desert salt-baked giant scorpion. The yellow sand is used to assist with heating,” Mo Lan explained briefly.

“Salt-baked? Heated with yellow sand? What kind of technique is that?” Krotack asked.

Although Earth gourmet cards were bestsellers among the Dawn Society’s many gourmet cards, the recipes from Earth’s various culinary traditions only circulated among Witches.

It was perfectly normal that Krotack didn’t know about salt-baking.

Mo Lan explained what salt-baking was while using butchering magic to precisely process the emperor sand scorpion.

But the moment he grasped the concept of salt-baking, his curiosity shifted to her choice of ingredients.

“Why choose emperor sand scorpion? They have venomous tails, and their meat isn’t particularly good. Compared to emperor sand scorpions, I think deep-sea giant scorpions are far more suitable for eating.”

When it came to food, Krotack was already quite the expert.

Whether or not something was considered a conventional ingredient, he had sampled its flavor.

“Emperor sand scorpion meat is rather dry and tough, but that’s only when the toxins are concentrated in the tail. With proper treatment and the addition of sandworm oil, you can fully draw out its briny, savory flavor,” Mo Lan said.

She had discovered the method for processing emperor sand scorpions in a Witch’s travelogue from before the Divine Descent Era.

After trying it, the results were truly transformative—like turning the mundane into the extraordinary.

Mo Lan’s butchering tools dismembered the emperor sand scorpion.

The unusable innards were discarded.

The tail, still attached to the venom sac, was severed whole. She injected a large bottle of antidote potion into the venom sac, then extracted the treated venom fluid through the tail to marinate all the scorpion meat.

After ten minutes of soaking, all the meat was placed back into the cleaned scorpion shell. She sealed the openings, brushed on sandworm oil, coated it in salt crystal ore, and buried it in a heated pit of yellow sand to roast.