Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 103: The Matchmaking Saga!

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: The Matchmaking Saga!

There were few things which I thought were better than having a good bowl of pottage in the evening!

Love, apparently, was one of them!

"And to be fair, she was quite the funny one," there Fin was, telling me all about Sadie!

Back when the woman was still just a concubine. Man, they got up to no little amount of mischief! If I had to be honest, they were like this really nice duo, which was going to be proclaimed my soul sisters soon!

They were already dear to me, and I didn’t even know them!

"Well," Fin stood, the box with the food I gave her in her hands. "I’ll be going now. Max will be taking over your guarding for now," she winked at me, that devil of a girl!

"Max... ah, Maximilian?" I asked her, she nodded. "Well, that’s good. I mean, very good! And... he won’t try to marry me, will he?"

It was a perfectly good question to ask her, mind. I had been married to so many men by that point, that I felt like someone who might have loose morals. Not that I had loose morals, mind.

But I still felt bad.

She chuckled, taking a hold of a loose curl which had gotten in my mouth without me realizing it and righting it behind my ear.

"Well," she winked at me, but I still blushed. That was one pretty lady. Despite being Solas’ sister, and the fact that she could harvest my organs, should she wish it. "If he doesn’t then do tell me. Sadie and I would love to join the Nymph Union!"

And she was gone in a cloud of frills!

I just knew that she didn’t mean the dungeon union. No, this was a cat call! A cat call, can you imagine?

"Am I covered in chocolate or something?" I asked myself, looking at the sky. "Or is some evil imp bored?"

I thought it was the latter, but decided not to provoke said evil imp, who was masquerading as a cupid, or something.

Just like all the other times I had a man walk into my life, I was cooking.

Nothing special, just some garlic bread.

The important thing about garlic bread is to have fresh coriander! Sure, you can do without, but where is the fun in that?

I had already squashed the garlic into the soft butter of my wonderful cow, who was living the life of a free bird, letting the runes milk it when her calf had had its fill.

Yeah! My cow was a mama again!

Where she found the bull, I don’t know. I think this time it was something wild from a dungeon.

There is no other explanation why the calf can breathe fire...

On the other hand, it’s a girl! So, I am already wondering what sort of milk it’d give!

My hands reached out for the coriander. I already had the cutting board and the cleaver.

Good tools, them cleavers. Even someone with the reflexes of a potato could use them!

I should know! My reflexes were worse than those of a potato when I started!

I chuckled at my own musings, only to hear a sigh.

"You know, I think this is cheating," he sounded one tease away from toppling me on the ground, the snack forgotten. I looked at where Maximilian was looking at.

There, on the counter, was a cut up bread. Something I got with the last delivery from Nate, but didn’t get around to eating.

It was either garlic bread, or mincemeat sandwiches, or, if I was really feeling adventurous, lazy wolf banitsa.

But I didn’t feel like putting that much effort into things. Besides, the March chill was settling in.

Quite the month, March. It can be spring one moment, then it can snow the next. Oh, it was so, so...

"Your mind rune is cheap," Maximilian told me, as he began to cut up the coriander. "So, why don’t you make fresh bread, but you use the one you already have? Don’t you have a dog?"

I shuddered. My dungeon was like an opened backyard.

How was I ever going to get anything done if I had a dog? The animal was going to bark at all hours of the night!

"I think I’m a cat person," I told him. Mind you, I knew the kind of damage a cat could do to a garden, but my garden was tended to by Lexus...

For all that Pan had vowed to protect the guy, he doesn’t protect him from me.

"Still, this looks low effort," was he trying to reel me up? I snorted.

That trick would have worked to bake him fresh bread about five hundred years ago, but I am an old man now!

Yes, 500, because before then, I was just a brat. But more on that later.

"Look, this is a clean the fridge rune type of meal," I told him. Those were my favorite.

Before, when I thought that I was sending the food off to the needy, I loved the fact I could make them something fancy at a low cost.

Now, I was just doing this to feed my family.

"So, how does one make garlic bread?" He asked, as he dumped the coriander into the butter. There was nowhere else to dump it in.

I nodded in approval.

"Simple," I said, as I took a spatula and began to mix in the garlic, butter and coriander. "You butter the bread, and put in a preheated oven for eight minutes, making sure the rune keeps to 200 degrees Celsius!"¹

I smiled as he picked up a buttering knife, seemingly bracing himself to prove that he was no novice in the kitchen.

But, if I had to be honest, Nate was the Foodie Chef in my harem. If Max wanted to take his place, then he had to do the impossible!

A cake Desmond could eat, Mortimer would love, and Brandon wouldn’t be able to finish!

Yes, I am evil. But to be fair, I didn’t want Max in my harem.

Not yet.

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