Chapter 415 – Wondrous Pig Hundred-Flavor Sausage

Chapter 415 – Wondrous Pig Hundred-Flavor Sausage

“Sorceresses have longer initial lifespans than witches. Do you all really need to work this hard?” Celia asked. “You’ll have plenty of time in the future!”

Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph all turned to look at Mo Lan.

The reason they worked so hard was entirely because they had a relentless overachiever right beside them!

“It’s not hard at all!” Mo Lan said. “I think everything about Valen is incredibly interesting to learn.”

“Interesting?” Celia asked. “Interesting how?”

“Wondrous magic, all kinds of races, all kinds of civilizations and cultures, bizarre and fantastical creatures—everything is fascinating!” Mo Lan said.

“Finding magic interesting is one thing, but you find all that tedious and dry theoretical knowledge fun too?” Lilith asked, puzzled.

“Honestly, I think magic is only truly fun at the exact moment you master it. The practice after that gets less and less interesting,” Vasida said.

Sylph and Celia both nodded in agreement.

“Maybe it’s because I learn so fast that boredom doesn’t have time to set in,” Mo Lan said.

“Just how fast do you learn that boredom can’t even catch up?” Celia asked, bewildered.

“She memorizes things with a single glance,” Lilith told her.

“If I could do that, I probably wouldn’t find reading tedious either,” Vasida said.

Celia was immensely envious. “Isn’t that the same as Lady Traci’s Speed-Memorization Spell? But that spell burns through so much mana—memorizing even a single book costs a significant amount. You’ve memorized so much. Does it really cost you nothing at all?”

Mo Lan shook her head. “Nothing.”

Perhaps there had been some cost, but that tiny expenditure was a drop in the ocean compared to her psychic power. She basically felt nothing at all.

Celia asked the same question that Lilith and Vasida had asked before: “Can this ability really not be turned into a Sorceress Magic?”

“It shouldn’t be possible,” Mo Lan said.

Her eidetic memory stemmed from her massive reserves of psychic power. She could hardly share her psychic power directly with others. She only had one pool of it—too little and it wouldn’t achieve the eidetic effect, too much and she’d have none left for herself.

“Didn’t you say before that you work hard in order to become powerful?” Sylph said.

“Becoming powerful is only the ultimate goal of learning. The process of learning itself is also full of accomplishment and joy!” Even now, Mo Lan was still brimming with wonder and curiosity about Valen.

This was probably the longing and fascination that someone from Earth who had never encountered magic would feel toward it.

Every new thing she learned felt like a gain, and the more she learned, the more interesting it became.

Celia could tell from Mo Lan’s expression that she genuinely meant every word. “Even the most erudite human mages aren’t as eager to learn as you are!”

She couldn’t help but reflect on whether she’d been too lax in her own pursuits.

“Come on, come on! Let’s go eat breakfast!”

Once she’d eaten, she was going to buckle down and study properly too.

Celia’s Witch’s Home looked unremarkable from the outside, but the interior was exquisite. From the wall murals to the furniture and soft furnishings, every surface was adorned with deeply saturated colors and intricate patterns, taking maximalism to its absolute extreme.

Yet when put together, it was eclectic without being chaotic, giving off a vibrant, lively feeling full of energy.

When they reached the dining room and saw what was on the large silver platter on the table, Vasida gave it a strange look. “What is this?”

“Could those be sausages?” Mo Lan said uncertainly. “That outer layer is casing, right?”

The platter was filled with things roughly as thick as a baby’s arm, wrapped in what appeared to be casing—similar to sausages from Earth.

However, the casing was an unusual color: black.

“That’s right. These are Wondrous Pig Hundred-Flavor Sausages, made from the casing and meat of Black-Bellied Wondrous Pigs. I guarantee these will suit every single one of your tastes,” Celia said.

She wasn’t actually very skilled at Culinary Magic. But precisely because she wasn’t skilled at it, she had collected recipes that were simple to make yet exceptionally delicious.

Today, wanting to show off a little in front of the young Sorceresses, she had brought out her treasured stock of Black-Bellied Wondrous Pig to make this platter of Hundred-Flavor Sausages.

Celia was supremely confident in this dish, but Mo Lan, Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph were a bit apprehensive. The sausages were pitch-black and really didn’t look appetizing at all.

Surely a witch senior they’d just met wouldn’t play a prank on them… right?

With that thought in mind, Vasida picked up a sausage with her chopsticks and bit into it with an air of resigned determination—and then her eyes instantly lit up. “This is incredible! But why does it taste like roasted Red-Eyed Bird wings?”

“Really?”

Roasted Red-Eyed Bird wings were something everyone who’d tried them raved about.

Mo Lan, Sylph, and Lilith immediately relaxed and tried them too.

Mo Lan took a bite and her expression turned puzzled.

Her change in expression was too obvious. Lilith, who was just about to eat, couldn’t help but pause. “What’s wrong?”

“Why does it taste like my mom’s cooking?” Mo Lan said.

What was even stranger was that it wasn’t the taste of Mama Shana’s cooking, but the taste of her previous life’s Headmistress-mother’s cooking.

She even looked down at the black sausage she’d bitten into. It was definitely meat inside, yet what she tasted was the flavor of the poached egg her Headmistress-mother used to bury beneath a bowl of noodles.

That was a taste from the deepest reaches of her memory—simple yet immeasurably precious.

A flavor that no matter how much she studied cooking, she could never replicate.

“I’m tasting Elf Pot-Pot Fruit!” Sylph exclaimed. “What a nostalgic flavor! When I was little, my dad brought a few back from the Elf territory. Once we finished them, there were no more.”

Lilith grew more confused the more she listened. “How can this sausage have so many different flavors? Wait—the ‘Hundred-Flavor’ in Wondrous Pig Hundred-Flavor Sausage doesn’t mean that every person tastes something different, does it?”

Celia smiled and nodded. “The Wondrous Pig Hundred-Flavor Sausage offers a hundred flavors to a hundred people. Everyone tastes whatever flavor they crave most deeply in their heart.”

Hearing that, Lilith didn’t hesitate any longer. She took a bite and her face filled with wonder. “It’s the taste of spicy hot pot with duck blood!”

The group devoured the Hundred-Flavor Sausages like starving ghosts. The entire heaping platter was polished off completely.

Celia was thoroughly satisfied. She had achieved her goal for the day.

The sausages had been so delicious that Mo Lan didn’t think to ask until after breakfast was over. She asked Celia where Black-Bellied Wondrous Pigs came from, whether the Hundred-Flavor Sausage was her exclusive recipe, and whether she’d like to collaborate and list it for sale on the Card Shop.

“Black-Bellied Wondrous Pigs are a specialty of another world. The Hundred-Flavor Sausage recipe is something I learned in that other world too, so in Valen it would count as an exclusive recipe. But my last reserves of Wondrous Pig meat and casings were all made into Hundred-Flavor Sausages—and we just ate every last one.”

After Mo Lan explained the uses of the low-level Management Card, Celia’s face twisted with regret. “If I’d known, I would have saved some! That way I could eat Hundred-Flavor Sausages whenever I wanted, instead of having to go to that other world to catch Black-Bellied Wondrous Pigs again!”