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Grilled Hartil Fish with Lemon Butter Sauce

"Do you need help?" Austin asked. His sincerity towards Nathan had increased to over 24%. Besides an adult Hartil fish is a tier-3 demon beast and Nathan was an ordinary mundane.

Nathan glanced at him before he chuckled, "It doesn't matter how powerful a demon beast is, when it does, it can only become an ingredient." He paused a bit, his gaze flickered to Raizel who was reading a book, "It is the same with cultivators, when they die, they can only become a corpse."

Raizel hesitated to turn over the page of the book he was reading. It was the throat, all those cultivators who had raised hail and rain during their lifetime did not have the same ending as the peasants they rode their horses over. Even the Scarlet Lord, his junior brother who brought down hell on the Devil tribe of Mazingers, did not also turn into a cold corpse in his arms?

Raizel sighed. Heaven was fair but Death was even fairer, treating all beings with the same courtesy.

Nathan could also feel that the mood in the boat had changed. He lightly knocked his hand against his head. Thinking for a bit, he opened the box and brought out a bag and a board with some dice.

He poured the contents of the bag into a large bowl and motioned for Austin to come closer.

"I don't need any help. Can you play Ludo?"

Austin looked at the board and smiled. His smile was full of nostalgia. He had played the game a lot while he was young. His parents were always busy and he did not have any friends, he used such games to amuse himself.

"Yes."

"Here are some honeyed walnuts, salted almonds, and sugared cashews. There are also some pine nuts and dried raisins. You are not allergic, right? You can use them as snacks. The meal will be ready soon. Shoo!"

Austin could only leave the cooking station and go to Raizel who had already folded his book and was staring at the bowl with slight anticipation.

He listed all the nuts before he asked him the same question, "You are not allergic, right?"

Raizel collected a handful of nuts, he tasted each of them before he gave Austin a look, "You are a cultivator, right?"

He did not move for the board game but just watched Nathan while nibbling on the nuts.

Nathan had opened a wooden box and brought out a knife. The knife had a flowering pattern and looked exquisite.

When he took the knife, his aura changed. He became meticulous and solemn. His confidence increased like a colossal mountain. Just like a doctor before a patient. This was a chef's confidence before his ingredients.

The knife in his hand flipped, swiftly cutting through the Hartil Fish in just a second. Blood splashed everywhere.

The knife sparkled as it didn't get a single blood drop on it. The knife moved fast like the light, cleaning out the fish's organs.

The knife moved again and this time, the fish scales flew out scattering. This sort of fish scale was really sharp and tough, with the radiance of metal.

The knife crossed out swiftly. The fish meat was cut directly, with transparent fluid oozing.

Nathan opened three spots on the fish. Then, he lifted the fish, with his eyes watching it. He used water to wash the fish, also cleaning the transparent fluid from its meat. The procession of the Hartil fish was over. 

Raizel watched him and then his spiritual sense prodded at the knife. He thought as much. It was not a spiritual weapon. It was an exquisite mundane knife that was inscribed with the Dharma Epistle. The Dharma Epistle was the language of the heaven, Not many had the patience, mind and control to inscribe it on mundane tools.