"Walking around in the arena will cause the greatest harm to morality. Despicable activities will quickly grow and grow under the cover of competitive performances." - Seneca

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Karabis did not show any surprise, so he took off all his clothes in front of Si Yan, hugged his hands behind his head, and spread his legs apart. Looking at the strong and healthy body he trained from Douquan, and the thick mermaid line, the corners of the half-bald and white-haired old manager's mouth was obviously trembling. He used his dry claws to touch Karabis' chest and abdomen for a few times, muttering "It seems that there is nothing hidden", and then half-squatted down again, lifted Karabis up, stretched his neck and carefully checked it. Finally, he went around behind him and "checked" his buttocks, mainly to see if there was anything in it...

"You have served in the Legion?"

"Yes, I've made authentic oriental dishes for the Legion's head coach before."

"Are you a slave too?" the old guy said, touching Karabis' left ear again.

"Yes, I owe too much gambling debts in the Legion and can't get back."

After a while, the old guy finished his verification and pointed out the kitchen location to Karabis. Karabis cursed in his heart, and dressed his clothes neatly in the coveted eyes of the other party behind him, and then walked along the corridor and walked into the room serving meals.

As soon as I turned in, I saw the crowds everywhere. All the chefs were busy in front of a stove. The menu that the princess asked the servants to send was too "quirky and tricky". Pompei used to entertain chiefs from all over the country and was always at the mercy of the owner. In addition, Pompei was always simple in terms of diet. Most of his chefs came from Italy and only knew how to cook Roman dishes, so the princess' request this time was a mess. Even if he recruited many chefs who could be used as oriental cuisines throughout the city, it was useless.

When Karabis walked in, he saw the chef in charge, a plump and dark-skinned woman standing on a bench. He struggled to reach the truffle pot on the shelf. Karabis stepped forward and gently carried her down gently. "The dish that the princess asked for cannot be solved by this ordinary truffle. The white truffle under the Apennine beech will only make the princess feel bored and angry. Let me do it." Karabis politely put the chef in charge aside, and then climbed on the bench and searched carefully on the shelf.

Several cooks saw Karabis and couldn't help but surround him and said to the chef in charge: "Oh my God. Look at his black agate-like eyes, hair, and his tight butt." The chef in charge gave them a vicious note, implying that this guy was my dish.

After a while, Karabis held a jar, jumped down easily, and smiled and said to the chef in charge: "This kind of black truffle in the Mesopotamian desert is what the princess needs."

"This was indeed sent to the master by a Red Sea Chief, but the master said that this was an unknown crystal formed by lightning hitting the ground and could not be eaten, so he kept throwing it on the shelf."

"It's okay, anyway, it's for the princess to eat, and her country has perished. Are you still afraid of such things?"

The cook was obviously in his early thirties, but he pretended to be a girl who was ignorant of the world and begged Karabis, "But no one can tell this kind of practice here. Brother, can you help me?"

Karabis showed her white teeth and laughed very sunily, saying of course, I had to live up to the favor of the Kitchen God and the Kitchen God with the commission from the palace master. Then he asked if there was an iron Celtic steamer? The cooks immediately rushed to the main stove to set up the steamer. Then Karabis put some desert black truffles on the countertop, grabbed a medium-sized wind chicken, skillfully used a kitchen knife to cut the chicken open, stuffed the truffles, spices and date honey evenly. Just kidding, I had followed Tuna Lukulas for many years. How could I not know the things he paid attention to?

"Is there mud? It's better that the mud in the garden is still fragrant." Karabis decided to carry the food to the end and asked with a smile to the chefs. As a result, the chefs immediately rushed to the back garden like a whirlwind, rushing to the threshold.

Karabis used his slender fingers to dilute the mud with water, then put salt, pepper, and wheat flour into a light mud state, and slowly applied it to every inch of the skin of the black truffle filling chicken, like playing a beautiful piece of music until the skin of the chicken is golden, then put it into the Celtic steamer, and politely invited the chef to come forward, "You have to constantly balance the position of the steamer on the fire with a long handle so that the heat can penetrate every angle of the chicken."

The cook hummed and pretended again. Karabis was not angry at all, and he didn't even express any impatiently. "It's two o'clock in the afternoon now, dinner has already begun, and the dish is going to serve, so let me help you." Finally, Karabis almost hugged her, gently holding her hands on the back of the cook in charge, and came back to burn the truffle-filled chicken with her, cursing Adiana in his heart, "I made such a big sacrifice, you must not lose your chain, otherwise I, Karabis and you, Karabiya, are finished here together!

On the other side, in the courtyard surrounded by square colonnades, Adiana, wearing a small crown, walked in in a flying veil in a serene manner. Pompei and his most trusted confidential slave Demethlius stood at the entrance opposite, and on both sides were welcome children holding garlands and wearing beautiful wedding jewels. This was the custom of the little Asian monarch. Pompei hoped Adiana would feel at home.

Adiana gently raised her hands, and the two eunuchs took off her dark long cloak and fur, and then put on a simple dark patterned "couple clothes" for the banquet. A short-sleeved long waist-free dress, plus a small black gauze woven cloak. After all, she had just lost her father and would not focus on too bright and gorgeous clothes.

"Dear Princess, we meet again." When Adiana walked to the entrance of the restaurant, Demethlius said to Adiana with an unfathomable smile.

"When you first met that Jewish, you should be either cold or cold." This was what Karabis told her in advance. Adianna nodded slightly at Demetlius with a distance smile, then reached out and let Pompey lead him into the restaurant.

"I have to introduce you to this, this is my confidential slave and staff member, Demethlius, who had told me before that you had dated with the Queen of the King when you were in the Seventh Army."
Chapter completed!