At this moment, Harvey approached Haoyun with a tray full of sticky dough and said, "So, based on the principle of not wasting resources, we should make use of the released Doom Energy."

"Um, are you... making Elven cookies? But where did you get these things from? Did you just make these cookie doughs?" Haoyun asked with a hint of disdain, making room for Harvey while also curious.

"Hehehe! Don't forget, I used to be the professional chef in Blackstone Castle. Making these things is a piece of cake for me," Harvey said with a slightly mysterious tone.

"But aren't you afraid of suffering from mental backlash by eating too many Elven cookies?" Haoyun asked with a skeptical look as he watched Harvey adjust the campfire to prepare baking the cookies.

Harvey waved his hand and replied, "Please rest assured! Archbishop Anselin not only deciphered the mental backlash of black magic on the Dark Elf, but also left very detailed methods to counter it. This has enabled the Dark Elves to achieve full immunity to the backlash of black magic through spells and potion ingestion long ago."

"Now, Doom Energy no longer brings any negative effects to the Dark Elves. So, those who still want to practice black magic can continue to do so under the blessing of Doom Energy. As for someone like me, whose talent limit is not enough, or those who have no intention of continuing to practice black magic, we simply treat Elven cookies as a staple food."

"After all, for Dark Elves who all have some foundation in black magic, Doom Energy will always strengthen our bodies. Therefore, we can regard Elven cookies as both food and health supplements. Eating them not only strengthens our bodies but also keeps us away from diseases. Why not?"

Haoyun nodded in agreement with Harvey's idea and once again refused Harvey's invitation to taste the freshly baked Elven cookies. Even though Harvey kept insisting that as a former chef of Blackstone Castle, the Elven cookies he baked were incomparable to those made by outsiders, Haoyun still refused his offer on the grounds of personal taste preferences.

However, during the conversation with Harvey, Haoyun suddenly thought of a question: where did Elinna get the Elven cookies from? Could it be that there are Dark Elves in Misty Town specially making cookies for them?

Hearing Haoyun's question, Palanord shrugged and said, "There's nothing strange about it. Apart from the unique chemical magical reaction between Elven cookies and the Dark Elves, their taste is also suitable for the Light Elves. Moreover, the impact of years of war on the food reserves of the Light Elf tribe has forced us to include Elven cookies, a food item made from easily accessible ingredients, into our regular diet. So, we Light Elves have also learned to make Elven cookies."

"However, since there are no veins of Doom ore in the territory of the Light Elf tribe, we can only use ordinary firewood to bake Elven cookies. But considering that the Light Elves do not need Doom Energy, whether to use Doom ore to bake Elven cookies is irrelevant to us."

"So, the Elven cookies we ate in Misty Town are not truly Elven cookies?" Haoyun muttered to himself.

"That's for sure. Dark Elves and Light Elves are in a state of complete opposition now, so there is absolutely no reason for the Dark Elves to sell Doom ore to Misty Town," Palanord said.

Since the topic shifted to Elven cookies, Harvey couldn't help but continue to talk about the best way to make Elven cookies from the perspective of a professional chef. However, before he could say a few words, Haoyun and Dao Lao's attention was drawn to the slightly fishy smell.

Then, they saw a figure in black clothes bringing a plate of hot roasted fish to them and saying softly, "Dear sirs, please taste our true delicacy of the Light Elves—pickled dried fish! Our dried fish is much better than those damn cookies!"

Upon hearing the five words "pickled dried fish," Haoyun and Dao Lao immediately thought of the beach with excessive corpse water concentration. Therefore, they immediately declined the kindness of the figure in black with more protest gestures, "No, no need to be so polite! Neither of us eats fish! In fact, we are both on a diet! You don't need to worry about us, just eat something yourselves!"

Seeing Haoyun and Dao Lao persistently declining, the figure in black handed the pickled dried fish to Harvey, then sat back at their own position, took off the black mask, and began to enjoy their own food. It was at this moment that Haoyun and Dao Lao noticed that the figure in black was actually an extremely beautiful female elf with fair and translucent skin. Coupled with her earlier statement of "our Light Elves," the two immediately concluded that this female elf must be a member of the Light Elf tribe.

Then, Haoyun and Dao Lao noticed another dozen or so figures in black sitting with this female elf. Since it was mealtime, the figures in black present began to take off their masks after receiving their food. Thus, the two saw more Dark Elves and Light Elves sitting together, chatting and sharing food in harmony.

Seeing so many Dark Elves and Light Elves sitting together, completely unlike the appearance of deep-seated hatred towards each other, Haoyun puzzledly raised his question to Harvey, "Why are you Light Elves and Dark Elves gathering together? And why did you collectively attack the Dark Elf patrol? Have these Dark Elves been turned against their own kind by the Light Elves? Or have they turned the Light Elves against themselves?"

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Upon hearing Haoyun's question, the elves who were chatting while eating immediately quieted down and all turned their gaze towards Haoyun and Dao Lao, but their eyes were calm. Harvey waved at the elves, indicating them to continue their meal, before speaking again, "Biscuit Tang, I'm used to others calling me Biscuit Tang. Hey! Although you two strong ones have some understanding of the situation on our Elven planet, in reality, there are many things that are not as simple as you two understand."

After pondering how to better explain the situation to Haoyun and Dao Lao, Biscuit Tang pointed at himself and said, "Or let me start first! I followed my father into the Blackstone Castle a long time ago and became the chef there, specifically responsible for providing food for the elders of the Black Magic Association and the stationed soldiers."

After a pause, Biscuit Tang asked, "Um... both of you strong ones have some understanding of the Blackstone Castle and the Black Magic Association, right?"

Haoyun and Dao Lao nodded, then briefly explained to Biscuit Tang what they had heard from Elinna about the Blackstone Castle and the Black Magic Association.

At the same time, Dao Lao politely said to Biscuit Tang, "Hey, buddy! Don't always call us strong ones, strong ones! Just call me Dao Lao, that's enough!"

Without much ado, Haoyun immediately launched a beautiful side kick, simultaneously cursing, "Get lost! You always try to take advantage of me when there's no trouble, and now you're addicted to it, aren't you?"

Dao Lao naturally avoided Haoyun's kick with his hand. Before Haoyun could kick him, he immediately rolled to the side in a sitting position and then used his hands to support himself on the ground like a cartwheel, stabilizing himself about two body lengths away from Haoyun.

To stop Haoyun from launching another barrage of curses at him, Dao Lao smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "Hahaha! I was just joking! His name is Haoyun, you can call him Haoyun buddy!"

Although Dao Lao's dodge action was chic, what the black-clothed people were more concerned about at this time was how these two strong ones suddenly interacted so intimately and friendly. Are they really strong ones? Or is there something wrong with their heads? Is this the aftermath of becoming strong ones that they must endure?

Biscuit Tang waved his hand again to the elves who were looking over with strange eyes, indicating them to continue eating and not to mind what was happening here. Then, he quickly interrupted the imminent fight and said, "Hahaha! Alright, then Biscuit Tang will have the audacity to call you two Dao Lao and Haoyun buddy!"

After calming Haoyun and Dao Lao down, Biscuit Tang wiped the three black lines on his forehead and said, "About the information you heard about the Blackstone Castle, as one of the parties involved, I can confirm that all of those are true. There indeed existed fierce conflicts among the elders of the Black Magic Association, but at the most critical moment, Archbishop Anselin became the sacrificial lamb of their conflicts. However, regarding Archbishop Anselin carrying powerful forces and returning to control the Black Magic Association again, I can further elaborate on that, as I was one of the eyewitnesses at the time."

"You were a witness? It is said that at that time, everyone in the Blackstone Castle was turned into zombies—" Haoyun asked in surprise.

"Yes, they were all turned into zombies. However, I was very lucky to escape. Ah! It was truly a terrifying scene that I will never forget in my life!" Biscuit Tang interrupted Haoyun before he could finish his sentence. After speaking, he wiped his face forcefully, as if he had made a great determination, and began to recall the situation at that time.

It was just an ordinary morning. According to the latest battle report from the front line, the Dark Elf army was once again repelled by the Light Elves. From this, it could be seen that the situation was not favorable for the Dark Elf tribe. However, for Biscuit Tang and his father, Old Tang, all of this was what the Black Magic Association needed to worry about. As the chefs on duty today, the only thing they needed to consider was how many delicious Elven cookies they needed to make today.

"Humph! How much Amante's flowers did those stupid apprentices waste yesterday?! Humph! Originally, with the shortage of raw materials recently, they actually dared to let the apprentices directly participate in making Elven cookies! Humph! This is simply absurd!" Early in the morning, Old Tang was furious about the behavior of the chefs on duty yesterday wasting raw materials.

"Hey, Harvey! Go to the warehouse behind and get more Amante's flowers. Oh, by the way, you also check the inventory of raw materials again to see which materials need to be replenished, so that the logistics department can replenish them as soon as possible. Humph! The recent situation was already not good, which made those old guys above very angry. If we can't ensure the taste and supply of Elven cookies at this time, they won't give us a good face." Old Tang instructed.

Seeing his father's angry appearance, Biscuit Tang naturally didn't dare to say more. He quickly followed his father's instructions, went to the warehouse behind the kitchen, brought out enough Amante's flowers for today, and then returned to the warehouse with a notebook to count the inventory of various raw materials used to make Elven cookies.

While Biscuit Tang was checking the goods, he suddenly heard fighting and the miserable cries of guards constantly coming from outside. Biscuit Tang's first reaction was that something was wrong outside! Could it be that the Light Elf army had attacked the Blackstone Castle? Thinking of this, Biscuit Tang quickly walked out of the warehouse and returned to the kitchen. Without saying a word, he picked up the weapon leaning against the wall on one side of the kitchen, ready to join the battle outside.

"Harvey! Get back to the warehouse now! I'll go check it out, and you are not to come out without my orders!" Old Tang stood in front of Biscuit Tang, blocking his way with a stern voice.

"But, father. It seems like there's an enemy attack outside, and I want to join you in the fight!" As a Dark Elf, Harvey naturally wouldn't back down in the face of battle. The belligerent instincts within him were ignited, and Biscuit Tang was understandably furious at his father's refusal to let him join the fight.

"Are you crazy?! Harvey! Get your ass back to that damn warehouse!" Seeing Biscuit Tang insisting on joining the battle, Old Tang immediately widened his eyes and angrily snatched the scimitar from Biscuit Tang's hand. Then, with a mixture of dragging and pulling, he threw him into the warehouse and emphasized once again that without his orders, Biscuit Tang absolutely could not come out of the warehouse.

Due to Biscuit Tang's father being a very strict and domineering Dark Elf, Biscuit Tang had always obeyed his father's commands since he was young. This meant that even if Biscuit Tang wanted to join the fight outside, he had no choice but to comply with his father's stern orders and stay obediently inside the warehouse.