The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

The man who asked the question had a temperament more like that of a university professor than a wizard.

It is completely different from the anti-human, crazy and lunatic temperament of the Genman Esoteric Sect that Li Shanze imagined.

Thinking about it carefully, Li Shanze realized that none of the wizards he met were like the typical wizards in fantasy works.

Although they all have very different personalities, none of them has a mysterious temperament at first glance.

Jean-Pierre Anton, whom Fern had met, was more like a senior executive of a large company. Dillon McGee, the Grand Wizard of the Brotherhood of Time Skeletons, was like a high-ranking politician, and Olivia Crestow was like an urban office worker.

The man in front of him, who looked to be in his twenties, looked more like a scholar.

He had fair skin, no calluses on his palms, and no blue veins from doing heavy work. He looked nothing like the savage living in a national park as described by McKee.

"That's good." The young man looked at Li Shanze for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and nodded slowly, "It seems we are not enemies."

"That's not necessarily true." Li Shanze said coldly, then pointed at Old James's body, "You killed him, why?"

"Why?" The young man adjusted his glasses again.

The lenses reflected the golden light of the sun, but it looked cold and eerie.

"The answer is obvious. He is a miller."

Although the person appears normal, the answer is puzzling.

"Why? He is a miller, so why should he die? This is too unreasonable," Li Shanze asked.

"Unreasonable? Me?" the polite young man sneered. "Why don't you ask the miller what he did?"

Li Shanze's first reaction was that the miller must have done something wrong and the young man was seeking revenge on him.

But he immediately realized something was wrong.

If old James had done something worthy of private revenge, the young man in front of him would not have used a general term and used his identity as a miller to make the matter.

The wording would not be about the miller, but about this person.

But if you ask what the millers have in common, Li Shanze really can't summarize it, especially the millers in the United States in another world.

"What can a miller do? Grind flour?" Li Shanze asked with a frown.

"My God, you are a cruel man too! How can you make such a cruel act sound so lightly?"

The young man was heartbroken.

"This is a massacre where the seeds of barley, wheat, oats, and rye are forcibly pulled out of their bodies and then brutally ground into powder!"

"No, this is the act of crushing the bones and scattering the ashes after the massacre. How cruel and chilling!"

"Humanity is completely unaware of its own cruelty, yet it has even invented the poetic and idyllic term 'grinding flour' to gloss over this brutality!"

Li Shanze blinked.

Because these words were too outrageous, Li Shanze's brain refused to understand them at first.

When he finally realized what nonsense this person was talking about, he laughed angrily.

Although this man looked gentle and scholarly, there was no doubt that he was completely insane.

Li Shanze has seen many animal protectionists, but this is the first time he has seen a plant protectionist in the two different worlds.

It is true that hearing about it is not as good as meeting it in person.

No matter how much McGee described, Li Shanze never expected that his first meeting with the wizard of the Genman Esoteric Cult would be like this.

This wizard of the Genman Secret Sect was not only crazier than Li Shanze had imagined, but even crazier than he could have imagined.

Li Shanze was shocked by the absurdity of the wizard's nonsense.

Li Shanze, whose brain was short-circuited, didn't know what to say for a moment.

Language is used for communication. For those with whom we cannot communicate, language loses all its function.

"So, you killed those cows and horses?"

"These beasts cruelly dismembered the green grass! The sheep went even further, pulling up the poor grass by the roots! And the rabbits tore the lovely carrots into pieces!"

"Of course I will slaughter these inhumane beasts and avenge the poor plants!"

The young scholar-looking wizard of the Root Man Esoteric Sect rolled his glasses, looking calm and composed.

It was as if I was just telling students the truth of the world in a university classroom.

Li Shanze was so angry that he laughed.

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

These "beasts" in the literal sense of the word certainly have no "humanity". Isn't this nonsense?

Li Shanze decided not to argue about the food chain.

He pointed at the body of old James, who was hanging high up in the air. “You killed someone just because he ground a few tons of flour?”

"You know that spike in bioelectricity when wheat is crushed by a rolling stone? 22 microvolts. That's equivalent to the EEG signal of a human experiencing the pain of a severed finger."

If Li Shanze were a neuroscientist, he could refute his argument that the discharges of terminal neurons and the low-frequency oscillations in specific brain areas of the cerebral cortex are not the same thing at all.

But Li Shanze is an outsider and he doesn't understand this.

Of course, this set of rhetoric is just a substitution of concepts, packaged as "science" to fool laymen.

But then again, any packaged rhetoric is only intended to deceive those who are willing to be deceived.

It is very common to sell lies by taking advantage of people's greed, lust, the desire to occupy the moral high ground, the desire for intellectual superiority, and other physiological or psychological desires.

Although Li Shanze is not a neuroscientist, he is unwilling to listen to such nonsense.

After confirming that the man in front of him was an unreasonable lunatic, he gave up any idea of ​​communicating with this wizard.

He just wanted the wizard in front of him to admit that he killed old James - after spending a long time with the FBI in the Philadelphia Police Headquarters, he had also picked up some of the agents' habits in his thinking.

So, Li Shanze continued patiently, "Then you should go kill the sickle and the combine harvester instead of killing this poor guy."

The gentle wizard smiled with a sense of superiority. "See, this is the violent linearity of human thought. When you used the word 'kill,' why didn't you question the sun's 'killing' of the morning dew?"

He first pointed to the high sun, and then to the vines that were entangled with the waterwheel.

"The ivy that strangled the waterwheel just saved a warbler last night that was pecked by a mill owl. True protection is never addition or subtraction."

Li Shanze didn't care about these crazy and irrational words at all - this madman could compare grinding flour with dismembering a body, so it was normal for his thoughts to be all over the place and messy.

"So, you're not doing subtraction by murdering this poor old widower?"

"Ha! Of course not! I found his paralyzed daughter and transplanted a large amount of chlorophyll into her skin! Ten years later, every breath that child exhaled carried the miller's genes!"

Li Shanze simply couldn't imagine what the scene would be like when a poor paralyzed girl in bed became a "vegetable" and performed photosynthesis.

The wizard suddenly became enthusiastic: "Imagine! When seven billion humans can photosynthesize through their skin, wheat ears will no longer need to bleed for any beasts! I have achieved complete harmony between man and nature!"

Li Shanze pondered for a moment, then asked, "You have a point. What's your name?"

"William Butner." The wizard seemed very happy with Li Shanze's affirmation. There was a flash of ecstasy in his eyes, and he proudly gave his name.

"Batner?" Li Shanze frowned. "Do you have a sister named Xia Li?"

"No, I don't. I'm an only child. Why do you ask?" William Butner asked curiously. "Besides, how can the boring blood relationship between humans compare to the wonderful harmonious coexistence between all humans and plants?"

No reason, since you have nothing to do with Xia Li, then I won't have any psychological burden if I shoot you to death. Li Shanze thought coldly.

"Do you think you 'saved' his daughter? So you can kill him?" Li Shanze continued to question.

Perhaps because his "hard work" was rarely understood by others, the young wizard had an extremely strong desire to express himself. He gestured with joy, trying to convince Li Shanze to agree with his approach.

"There is life and there is death, this is the balance of nature! Even though I killed him, I——"

When the wizard personally admitted to killing old James, Li Shanze quickly drew his gun.

Accompanied by a light cough, gunshots rang out.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Five bullets exploded in the wizard's body, interrupting his frantic chatter.

With a thud, the body, which was badly damaged by Li Shanze's five consecutive shots, fell to the ground.

"What do you mean there is life and there is death? They didn't have to die in the first place, you idiot." Li Shanze sneered disdainfully.

Then his smile immediately faded because the current situation was becoming weird.

What flowed out of the wounds on the chest, heart, forehead and other parts of the corpse was not bright red blood, but green plant juice with a bitter taste.

Afterwards, a cloud of spores bloomed from the wound in the corpse's heart, and rye began to grow wildly in the muzzle of the gun on its forehead.

Vines also grew out of his chest, trying to wrap around Li Shanze's feet, but were cut off by Li Shanze's calm shot.

This madman really transformed himself into a plant-related being? Li Shanze frowned.

Rumble, rumble.

There was a violent tremor on the ground.

The vine dragon that had been entrenched in the village in a domineering manner was no longer lazy, but quickly retracted its body into the ground.

Then, as the earth shook, it seemed to want to break out from under Li Shanze's feet.

It is expressing its fierce anger in this way.

Could this strange creature not be the one summoned by that madman just now? Was it really like he said, coexisting in "harmony" with nature?

Li Shanze realized that his judgment was wrong.

Li Shanze was ready to dodge to the side, and at the same time, he raised his hand and pressed his throat.

It doesn’t matter. At worst we can just kill them together.

He stared at the ground, waiting for the moment when the vine dragon would break out of the earth.

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The earth was not just shaking, it was twitching like the gills of a fish lacking oxygen. The village clock stopped ringing despite the twitching of the earth.

The originally flat land is growing upwards and bulging with pustules.

Immediately afterwards, there was another earth-shattering explosion.

When the earth's veins exploded and broke the old maple tree, the crown of the vine dragon tore through the scorched earth and reappeared in the world.

Magma spurted out along with the twisting vines, like a sulfur-colored soup overturned at the feast of God.

The winter wheat field, which had just been sown, was blown into the sky. The soil was shattered but did not immediately separate due to the constraints of gravity.

Li Shanze, who was rolling to the side, saw this scene and somehow thought of the boiled dumpling skins rolling in boiling water.

Then he started coughing as if choked by the flying mud.

Not only the farmland and century-old trees were overturned, but just as Li Shanze rolled and dodged, a tombstone flew straight towards him.

Even more dangerous than this huge tombstone is the endless amount of rubble that was also blown away.

If this tombstone is a solid bullet, then the flying stone pieces are shell fragments, and the finer pebbles are shotgun pellets.

Li Shanze bent his knees hard in mid-air, then kicked the tombstone hard. He used the force to change direction and rushed further away.

It was also with this kick that he narrowly avoided being hit by that round of "bombs".

The most dangerous piece of stone brushed past the tip of his nose, less than a centimeter away from cutting off half of his nose.

Li Shanze fell to the ground, but he had no time to catch his breath.

Because the vine dragon that had originally broken out of the ground with great vigor seemed to have lost all its strength in an instant due to Li Shanze's cough just now.

Its huge body lost the protection of witchcraft and burned fiercely in the magma, and this burning dragon smashed down on Li Shanze.

Li Shanze's cough can offset the supernatural power of witchcraft, but it cannot defeat the laws of physics.

The giant vine skeleton fell down like lava, and Li Shanze's pupils reflected the brilliant fire meteors.

Li Shanze first quickly threw the grenades inlaid with relics given by the old knight at the fire dragon, but it was useless. Obviously, Li Shanze's cough also made them ineffective.

However, Li Shanze had no hope for these grenades. He was just worried that they would explode in his arms when exposed to high temperatures.

It would be too ironic if he died not at the hands of the remains of Fujilong but at the hands of the relic grenade.

Li Shanze felt that he was exceptionally calm, and even had the mind to make a joke on himself.

The magnetic lock on Li Shanze's sleeve, a gift from Gray, shot out and accurately found the only metal nearby - it was a shovel in the collapsed mill. Li Shanze finally found it.