“My gods, this steamed egg can promote wizards!”

Wizard Milo’s voice became hoarse. He never expected to rank up with, what, a steamed egg that cost him 50 points?

He had been stuck on level 7 for almost a decade. It was what many wizards referred to as the “low promotion period.” This period could last for a few days or a few years.

But today with just a bowl of steamed water eggs that worth 50 points had made him breakthrough

In order to advance from level 7 to level 8, Wizard Milo had spent thousands of points on potions and hundreds of time and effort to be promoted.

He picked up the spoon again with a very reverent gesture, and slowly dug a small spoon into his mouth to adore the incomparable taste. The steamed egg itself was a dish that could amaze the world. By adding the ‘rabbit essence’ forged by Horadric Cube into the dish. The taste of the dish had been enhanced into a whole new level.

It could be said that every bite of the steam water egg could send Wizard Milo into an indescribable bliss as if every muscle and nerve in his body was dancing.

Now he could be sure that his promotion breakthrough was brought by this steamed water egg, which was a 50-point dish that granted him the feeling of being in a dream.

“Mark, have the kitchen bring one of each of the dishes!” At this point, the Wizard Milo was not worried about the expensive points, and he decided to make a celebration for his promotion.

Manager Mark just returned to the shop and heard the orders of Wizard Milo and quickly arranged the two brothers to work together to prepare the dishes for Wizard Milo.

Soon, a course was served, and the aroma washed through the lobby and out of the Forgotten Land.

“What smell is this…?” Head commander Lange was passing by the entrance of the Forgotten Land, and his keen nose caught an aroma of the food. Although the aroma had been cut very light due to the wind, it did not escape his keen sense of smell.

“It was the smell of steamed eggs; that’s what steamed eggs taste like!” Head Commander Lange muttered to himself. It’s almost like he was groaning in pain or something.

He could not forget the bite of the steamed egg he had taken that day as a guest at the Wizard Alberta house. Although it was only one bite, he could not forget the taste and in the following days. Everything he ate tasted like chewing wax. Just when his tastes were getting better, he smelled the unforgettable taste again.

Head commander Lange involuntarily pushed open the door of the Forgotten Land and walked into the restaurant. He saw Wizard Milo sitting inside and continuously scooping up the five dishes that overflowed by hot air and wrapped in the scent that he kept dreaming about.

If the Head Commander Lange hadn’t eaten the steam egg before, he would still be intimidated by the price on the wall. But since he’d taken a bite before, a delicacy like that was definitely worth that price, in his opinion.

“Give me a steamed egg!” Head commander Lange was stirred by the aroma on the Wizard Milo’s table. His mouth was constantly drooling and swallowing; he could not bear the feeling anymore. Soon Garen delivered the water egg to Head commander Lange. He brought his nose closer to the egg and inhaled fiercely of the aroma that bubbled up.

Although there were only two customers on that day, the points sold were equal to the point earned by the previous restaurant in a month. Everyone in the shop was excited because with the income, they could rest assured and secure their work and continue to stay in Liante City.

The next day when Manager Mahler opened the door, he was stunned by the scene before him. There were more than two dozen various ages of wizards standing in front of the Forgotten Land and waiting anxiously.

As soon as they saw the shop door opened, more than twenty wizards pushed forward without any manners. Such huge force almost made the Manager Mahler fall down, but luckily Mickey quickly helped him so that he wouldn’t fall down.

There weren’t many seats in the Forgotten Land. Bartoli did not expect there would be so many customers since the prices were high, and her original plan was to build up a high quality and luxury image for the restaurant. So there were only seven tables downstairs, while upstairs were three single rooms with only one table per room.

This means that there were only ten tables on the entire two floors of the restaurant, and these tables are not large tables. These tables are Western-style tables for two people to sit face to face.

Most of the wizards who had rushed in were seated, and there were seven or eight more who had no place to sit.

“One steamed egg!” A wizard called out.

“I’ll have a steamed egg, too!”

“First, serve me a steamed egg!”

“I came first, serve me the steamed eggs first!”

It was the wizards downstairs who were shouting. By that time, all upstairs seats are packed and no longer have any seats available. The remaining wizards were all standing at the rail on the second floor.

“We’re in a private room. Our dishes should come first!”

“In any restaurant, the private room is served first!”

The seven or eight wizards who were standing there at this moment couldn’t help but cry out.

“We don’t need seats, just serve us steamed eggs first.”

The whole Forgotten Land was in a frenzy, and all the wizards ordered steamed eggs.

The reason was that all the wizards here know about Wizard Milo, the wizard who stopped promoting for ten years and has heard incredible stories about steaming eggs.

Of course, some of the wizards who heard about it rationalized that eating a steamed egg and getting promoted was just a story. While others who were equally stuck at the low promotion period, same as Wizard Milo, would put in 100% effort if there was even a glimmer of hope.

By paying 50 points for a chance of promotion, which had zero danger and difficulty. No one could refuse that offer. That’s why so many wizards had come to the Forgotten Land at the same time.

Manager Mahler kept bowing and greeting customers. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, two huge steamers made especially for steamed eggs had more than twenty steaming eggs inside at the same time.

The special Dwarven fuel that had been forged was used extravagantly as a fire starter; all the fuel were a gift to Abel from the Dwarf clan.

In a few minutes, the two steamers had finished steaming more than twenty steamed eggs. Heat rose up when the steamers were lifted, carrying the strange aroma of food from the kitchen into the hall.

The whole restaurant, which was very noisy, suddenly became silent in a second. All the wizards were attracted to the aroma, feeling a sense of relief in their souls after smelling it and realized that the story they heard was true. Garen and Mickey showed their skills as excellent waiters, each carrying eight bowls of steaming eggs and placing them quickly on the tables of the wizards who were just complaining about not getting the dishes in the first place.

Very soon, even the wizards who stood on the side had a bowl of water steam eggs in their hands, and the entire restaurant was filled with sounds of swallowing and enjoyment for a moment.

In the private room on the second floor, a level 9 sorcerer named Menard was putting a spoonful of steaming egg into his mouth. Wizard Menard was one of the earliest and longest wizards who were trapped in a low promotion period among all the wizards here. He had been trapped at level 9 for twenty-three years. He had tight nerves since the tenth year of the low promotion period. He was afraid that he might be like some of his predecessors, who couldn’t be promoted to a higher level for a lifetime until they died. Therefore he practiced very hard just to remind himself to break through the low promotion period all the time. Unfortunately, 23 years later, he was still stuck in level 9.

When he put a spoonful of water steamed egg into his mouth, the taste made him forget about his cultivation and everything around him. He even forgot that he was a wizard and felt like an ordinary person who was surrounded by an unspeakable taste while his body trembled softly.