Nameless Immortal

Untitled Part 53

Chapter 53 Cooking Master Meatball

The moon was full and twinkling stars scattered in the vast starry sky. Cotton-like clouds could be seen forming shadows on Stallone Mountain Range. Howls and beast growls echoed throughout the mountains making the place beautiful and dangerous at the same time. If not for the hidden dangers, the mountain range would be a great spot for sightseeing.

At the edge of the First Misty Cliff, a huge round-like shadow could be seen looking down with a downcast posture.

"Sigh, man, what a waste, I was looking forward to cooking a great meal but I don't have enough strength at the moment. I only have one portion left. Man, this sucks,"

A voice filled with regret could be heard coming from the shadow. With another sigh, he turned around but every movement was accompanied by clanging metal sounds.

Woossshh!

A gust of wind swept by on his back making two big round eyes snap open. A hint of excitement could be seen on them.

"Finally, you showed up, now you better behave and let me cook you tenderly,"

Saliva was dripping from his mouth while speaking and he brought out his weapon, a short but thick butcher's knife and a wooden mallet.

A thin shadow landed in front, it turned around and glared back with a pair of sharp eyes.

"Yii! A ghost!"

The big round shadow blurted out, it shivered and nearly screamed. The thin shadow narrowed its eyes and spoke with a child's voice.

"I am not a ghost,"

"Eh? What are you then?"

As they were speaking, the clouds moved, making the moon illuminate both of them.

"A walking meatball!"

"A perverted mummy!"

They both spoke at the same time with a surprised tone.

"What did you say?!"

Both them spoke again at the same time while glaring at each other.

The big shadow was actually a guy, he had a short black hair with a round face. His eyes were like saucers with a wide nose and thick lips. His head was round along with his big round body, he looked like two spherical rocks put together. He was dark skinned and was wearing loose clothes. Aside from that, kitchen wares were hanging on his waist - pots, a small wok, frying pan, knives and others. It was a peculiar sight, he looked like a walking kitchen.

Meanwhile, the thin shadow was naturally Eznho who just climbed out from the cliff. He was not wearing anything except for a small piece of cloth covering his groin. He was very thin but did not look weak, he was full of vitality instead.

The two were on guard with each other and did not move. They were gauging each other.

"Who are you?" Eznho broke the silence and asked. He was on guard but could not feel any ill intent from the other party.

"Me? Ahem!" Before Eznho could react, the guy in front of him put away his weapons and puffed his chest out and with a face filled with pride, he introduced himself.

"Behold, my name is Jessie, the cooking master boy!"

Eh? Eznho was taken aback and did not know how to react for a moment.

"More like a cooking master meatball," he mumbled, but his voice was blown by the wind.

"What did you say?" Jessie snapped.