Constellations' Musing [TCF fanfiction]

Level 2: Cook a Feast

Cale blinked his eyes, as he was transported else where.

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"Where did that unlucky bastard landed now?" Eruhaben stared at the screen before then humming.

"Ho..."

Beacrox blinked as he realized where their young master ended up this time.

A kitchen. And seeing that there's no dishes in the sink, it was quite obvious what the task would be this time.

And it seems like Cale has realized it too as he gasped while glancing above.

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There's a timer floating above his head, which reads:

[[ 03 : 56 : 27 ]]

"Cooking, hmm? Man, It's been so long"

He mumbled to himself as he stretched.

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"Hmm? Has the young master-nim ever cook before?" one of the wolf children asked to his siblings who shakes their head before then staring at the screen with sparkly eyes. 

It seems like being assigned to the kitchen with Beacrox has affected them.

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'I'm glad that I don't have to hunt too'

Cale was quite happy that the ingredients are surprisingly fresh.

"More less 106 people" he mumbled to himself. Though the number is higher than he expected, it's not like he hasn't fed that much of mouths before.

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Beacrox literally jaw dropped this time. 

'Did... Did I just read it correctly???'

"The young master-nim has done that before?" Ron asked Choi Han since he suspected that it might happened back when the two of them were trapped in the sealed God's test.

But seeing the black-haired swordsmaster looking just as baffled made him realize that not even Choi Han had known about this fact.

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'I guess, something simple but flavorful would be better then'

Cale thought to himself as he folded his sleeves and wore his apron.

"Eh? Headmaster Cale-nim?"

A voice could be heard. A familiar one. Therefore, Cale hummed as he glanced past his shoulder.

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"That guy!"

"We know him, nya!"

It was someone that the heroes known as the Dragon half-blood. However, at the screen, he was introduced as Min Yong-un instead.

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"You're going to cook?"

"Hm? Yeah." Cale easily replied to him.

"Neither of Ron and Beacrox is here, the other scoutmasters seemed to be busy as well."

"Ah. That is indeed the case" the latter nodded as he walked closer, attempting to help when the former stopped him from grabbing the knife.

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"...Young master-nim looked like White Gloves-nim..." Some of the ex-bandits, now servants of 'hope and adventure loving' inn felt cold down their backs as they shuddered in fear.