Chapter 660: Is This How You Grind Reputation?

Warriors who have experienced the rigors of military life understand the preciousness of gourmet food like no other.

The hardships of marching are incomprehensible to outsiders.

While traversing through densely forested areas, if energy permits, one might hunt game to satisfy their hunger. However, when the march leads to places like the Burning Steppes or the Blasted Lands, the experience is simply unbearable.

It's not that there is no game to hunt, but would you dare to consume creatures corrupted by dark energies after slaying them?

Moreover, roasted meat could never be as delicious as the whole roasted cow prepared by Duke.

What could one be particular about during war?

Surviving is already quite fortunate. Haven't you seen how even the heir to Kul Tiras perished? Apart from the mages nurtured in Dalaran, who cannot function without good sleep and food, and throw tantrums if they're unhappy, the entire Alliance, from soldiers to generals, isn't so finicky.

But that doesn't mean they have no desire for gourmet food!

Kings and nobles would secretly carry some spices and such – yes, items that leaked from Duke's side. During the most intense periods of war, the Alliance even circulated the term 'golden plant,' referring to Duke's spices which were more expensive than gold.

Of course, Duke didn't price them so high; it was the unscrupulous merchants who drove up the prices.

The bigwigs of the Alliance naturally had direct supply from Duke, but the lower nobility wasn't so fortunate.

This is where Duke's intelligence shone. While others profited from war and were condemned, Duke did the same but received no complaints. Because in terms of military supplies, Duke was absolutely selfless, without any deductions. But food and spices aren't necessities, right? They're luxuries, correct?

Yes, those unscrupulous merchants mentioned earlier were all secretly Duke's men.

You can choose not to buy; no one is forcing you.

But while others are enjoying delicious food and spicy drinks, and you can only gnaw on tasteless white bread, don't blame other nobles for looking down on you.

Facing the spices, which were inflated to sky-high prices by unscrupulous merchants, good nobles would weep as they emptied their purses.

After a major battle against the Orcs, the nobles' purses had all shrunk, except for Duke's.

Duke himself didn't even know how much money he had. After reaching ten million, he stopped counting.

Alright, let's set a small goal...

Earn a hundred million before N'Zoth arrives!

At this moment, due to Karazhan isolating part of the space, no cold wind blew in, making it a very cozy affair. A group of heroes, amidst the icy snow, enjoyed roasted meat and sipped on wine, occasionally glancing at the few beauties enjoying ice cream.

Actually, the ice cream produced by Duke wasn't that spectacular; according to his standards, it was probably about 60% similar to the original. The richness of the milk was sufficient, and the flavor of the red beans was not bad, but the sugar added was a bit coarse, yet it was passable.

The biggest difference lay in the smoothness of the ice cream.

The enjoyment of top-tier ice cream is not something Duke's makeshift handiwork could rival.

However, the ladies didn't know that!

They only knew that the white snow, which they had seen so much of, could also be transformed into a worldly delicacy after some crafting.

One by one, the top beauties of Azeroth, extending their tender lilac tongues, intuitively licked the ice cream. This scene was genuinely pleasing to the eye.

Accompanied by the semi-melted white ice cream, those enticing little tongues tantalizingly moved in and out of their vibrant red lips.

Since Alexstrasza's humanoid form also used the high elf template, what everyone saw were four elf beauties, squinting their long, enchanting phoenix eyes, extending their longer-than-human eyebrows, and enjoying this delicacy.

If it weren't for the clear knowledge that this has nothing to do with anything amorous, anyone would mistake this for some kind of seduction or invitation.

The big men were not too keen on ice cream; they acknowledged it as a delicacy but were more interested in the roasted beef.

Muradin and the two paladins were competing in eating meat and drinking, while Benedictus occasionally chatted with Tirion on the side.

Edwin and Rhonin, both under Duke's command, also wisely moved aside to chat.

Only Duke and the Windrunner sisters, plus the Red Dragon Queen, were left together.

Duke didn't have so many scruples. One was the dragon leg that needed to maintain a good relationship, two were his own women, and the other was Sylvanas, who was both a big sister-in-law and a little sister-in-law.

Duke was casual.

Unlike Alexstrasza, the foodie, Alleria seemed to have some complaints against Duke for not bringing out such delicious food earlier.

In terms of food, Alleria let the Queen have her way, but she choked the Queen with one sentence: "It's okay, Your Majesty, you eat more. Anyway, I'm with Duke, and when we sisters want it, we'll just have Duke make it again."

The Queen's eyes were mournful.

Vereesa simply ignored it. Seeing Duke looking at her, Vereesa returned a slightly seductive look, seemingly calm but full of varied charm, and glanced at Duke. Then she gently licked the enticing ice cream on her red lips, half-closed her eyes, and began to concentrate on letting the ice cream melt bit by bit in her mouth.

Sylvanas was super conflicted, looking at Duke, this little man who could be considered her brother-in-law and also her sister's husband. He's not particularly capable of fighting, yet every time he manages to create earth-shattering events.

Leading the entire Alliance at the age of seventeen, winning one major battle after another, is not enough.

Not long after killing Nefarian, he ran to kill a big demon with the help of the Red Dragon Queen.

If she really had to choose a man not inferior to Duke, she really couldn't find one.

However, as the most rebellious character among the Windrunner sisters, Sylvanas disdained the proposal from her younger sister to get along with Duke in private.

Hmph! I'd rather stay single than settle. Uh, this Haagen-Dazs ice cream is really delicious.

On the other side, the Queen had already turned her mournfulness into appetite.

Or perhaps, her taste buds had been ruined by the terrible raw meat and tasteless barbecue for ten thousand years.

The last secret trip to Lordaeron had already delighted her beyond measure. Now, tasting this worldly delicacy, she was moved to tears.

"Wuu wuu! It's so delicious! I've lived for over twenty thousand years, and this is the first time I've eaten something so delicious. Wuu wuu"

Licking, sucking, and nibbling, the Queen astonishingly mastered the 'Grandmaster-level Ice Cream Eating' technique.

Not only was it the exquisite ice cream eating skill, but also her ecstatic expression on her face, which was almost **, that gave Duke a strange sense of satisfaction.

Perhaps, every chef hopes that the customer can truly enjoy their creation.

This is not acting. Duke once saw a manga about ** medicine spirit, oh no, Food Wars, where the females, when eating delicious food, would experience a full-body numbness.

At that time, Duke thought it was exaggerated. He didn't expect to see it now, so real and vivid.

This is not acting; the intoxicated expressions on the beauties in front of him are their most genuine reactions.

Suddenly, a system prompt: "Congratulations Host, your reputation with the Wyrmrest Temple is now [Revered]!"

"Ha!?"