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Chapter 1109 - Chapter 1109 Chapter 760 Phantom

Chapter 1109: Chapter 760: Phantom Chapter 1109: Chapter 760: Phantom “To be honest, I just can’t stand British food.”

Duanmu Huai sat in the car, incessantly complaining.

“I used to think it was just a joke when people said the worst nightmare was to let the British cook, but now I understand it is a sad truth.”

Looking at the scenery outside the car, Duanmu Huai sighed deeply. To tell the truth, at first, he really thought so, as this is a modern civilization city, a melting pot of various cultures. Maybe it was just the local British food that was hard to swallow, but foreign cuisine might be palatable, and at worst, there was always fast food…

Okay, Duanmu Huai admitted, he had misjudged.

There was just nothing edible in Britain.

Take fruit, for instance. Despite the world being full of succulent fruits, all you could find in the supermarkets were sour and unpalatable ones. Despite the country’s location, importing delicious fruits shouldn’t be difficult, yet all you could find in any supermarket were these atrocious ones.

It wasn’t just the fruit either, the ingredients themselves were the problem, which explained why the British couldn’t make good meals–the food was like rotten dead flesh; no way you could turn that into a tasty roast, right?

Over the past year and more, Duanmu Huai had been mostly eating hamburgers and other fast foods, which was a sad thing in itself, given how off-putting he found the British main meals.

Take soup served in a plate, for instance. What, no bowls in your house?

And those plates were like UFOs, so wide at the edges. Why serve soup in that? Wouldn’t a bowl be more convenient?

Lunatics!

Duanmu Huai felt that this country’s concept of good food was completely warped. He remembered a magician had once, to please Medea, gone to the length of using traditional methods to prepare a meal from Colchis. He had even hired farmers, found ancient seeds, cultivated and harvested them in the old ways, and even transported everything by horse-drawn carriage and boat, like in ancient times.

In the end, Medea had told him with a complex expression that she still found the fruit cake from a street-side shop tastier…which made sense. Could food from thousands of years ago really compare to today’s?

Back in the day, heroes eating boar meat likely didn’t even bother removing the gamey taste.

It was like someone from ancient times being teleported to the present, gorging on sweet steamed buns made from fine flour, and then, to remind them of the past, you specially make a coarse grain pancake…

They’d probably curse their mother in their heart.

Duanmu Huai wasn’t actually someone particularly picky about food; most of the time, as long as he could eat, that was that. So for him to complain like this, you can imagine how bad the food in this country must be.

“A past like this might as well be destroyed.”

“MASTER?”

“Just kidding. Alright, we should be arriving soon.”

As Duanmu Huai spoke, the shadow of a small town appeared at the end of the road.

Strictly speaking, it was hardly a road.

That’s right, no asphalt, no smoothness, it looked like an ancient dirt road naturally formed by the passage of carriages, an ordeal for the car. Duanmu Huai could even hear the groans of the chassis with each bump.

“Bang———-!”

However, at that moment, something gave way before the chassis, and with an explosion, Duanmu Huai felt the car lurch, then it skidded on the ground for a moment before coming to a skewed stop.

“Eh? What happened?”

Alice Phil held the steering wheel, looking curiously left and right from the driver’s seat.

“A flat tire,” Duanmu Huai said, rolling his eyes silently.

“Alright, let’s get out of the car.”

Obviously, the car, as described by Duanmu Huai, had its front left tyre completely blown out. To tell the truth, seeing how battered the car was, the fact that it had made it this far probably was thanks to magic; otherwise, it would have likely fallen apart halfway through.

The evidence was…

“Wu———-!!”

Mash stumbled out of the passenger seat, knelt down facing away from everyone, and then came an indescribable sound of retching.

“Oh dear, it seems this journey was really tortuous for Mash.”

Alice Phil looked sympathetically at Mash, and Duanmu Huai looked sympathetically at her.

“I think you should have more self-awareness about your driving skills.”

To be honest, if Duanmu Huai weren’t feeling unwell and unsuitable to drive, and if Medea and Mash driving didn’t risk them being perceived as underage, it would never have been Alice Phil’s turn to show off her driving skills.

Frankly, Alice Phil’s driving skills were decent, at least she could get someone from here to there.

But other than that… just look at Mash.

Fortunately, Medea was a Heroic Spirit, and she had wisely spiritualized by now.

But as a pseudo-Servant, Mash wasn’t so lucky and had no choice but to suffer.

It was good that Fiore didn’t come along.

As the master of this Spirit Vein, Fiore should have come, but her legs weren’t convenient, so Duanmu Huai didn’t bring her.

“What about this car?”

“Nothing we can do but leave it here. What else can we do? Let the Furvidge Family arrange for someone to come pick it up.”