"For the sake of the promise between us, don't let old Sang Bondi down."

"I never fight a battle I'm not sure about. You have to at least tell me who I will face."

Tyrion asked calmly. The next moment, Zangir's head turned back to its original position, and the familiar exaggerated voice also sounded:

"Aha! A delicious meal is ready for the two pointed ears!"

As he spoke, Zangir took out two plates, scooped up the weird things boiling in the pot, put them together, decorated them with flowers and green grass, and then handed them to Tyrion and Alleria.

Looking at the strange things on the plate in their hands, even the undead with strong nerves would find it difficult to eat them in one go. Tyrion and Alleria looked at each other, and finally the Dark Blade King spoke.

:

"We thank you for your hospitality, Zanjir, but the undead have no sense of taste, so we cannot enjoy such a delicious meal..."

"Oh... pointy ears, trust Zanjir, good friend."

The troll took a step back, bowed his back, and blinked at Tyrion, as if coaxing a child to eat:

"Eat, eat, Pointy Ears, you will like it, believe Zanjir."

Under this kind of hospitality, Tyrion picked up the wooden fork and forked a strange thing. He hesitated for a few seconds, then closed his eyes, put the thing in his mouth, and chewed it.

The next moment, Tyrion's eyes opened suddenly, and he looked at the giggling Zangir in front of him with incredible eyes, and then quickly ate the things on the plate into his mouth.

These foods were not beautiful and looked very weird, but what was even weirder was that these things restored Tyrion's sense of taste that he had long lost. He felt sweetness, spiciness, bitterness, and those things that had long been lost.

I forgot, I don’t know how to describe the taste.

This sudden feeling made the Dark Blade King feel a taste called "happiness". For a moment, he even wanted to cry.

“It’s amazing!”

Alleria also lost her ladylike sails, ate all the food in a hurry, and then took the initiative to serve new food for herself and Tyrion. She looked at Zangir, and she screamed and asked:

"Zanjeer, how did you do it?"

"Beautiful pointed ears are not Zangir's friend. Zangir will not answer your questions. Zangir will only tell you that this is the magical power of voodoo. This is Zangir's best gift for pointed ears, but living people

They cannot enjoy it, those toxins will burn through their fragile bodies..."

The troll dismissed Alleria's question. Tyrion shook his head and curled his lips at Alleria. The Blood Matron gritted her teeth and stepped forward, reaching out to Zangir:

"Come on, idiot, let's be friends."

"Really?"

Zangir's eyes widened, and a look called happiness appeared on Zangir's face. He rubbed his hands and asked repeatedly:
Chapter completed!