Chapter 379 Fickle Pie

Chapter 379 Fickle Pie

"Gentlemen, here is the Fickle Pie you ordered," a cheerful young lady with wavy brown hair and matching eyes approached the table with a large tray in her hand.

"Oh?" Adam's eyes lit up. "Fickle Pie? Is this famous around these parts?"

"Yes, my lord!" The hostess replied jovially.

She placed a plate of pie in front of Daneli, secretly glancing at him and slightly blushing.

Then, she placed another plate in front of Adam before explaining, "Fickle Pie is the pride of Ravenfell. You will never taste a pie so delicious in all these lands."

Adam couldn't help but be intrigued by the pie's introduction. He saw that it was a baked dish made with wheat dough. "This better be good," he said jokingly.

The smell wafting from it made him instantly drool. He had high expectations for this dish.

"Fickle Pie is indeed very good." Daneli nodded from the other side of the table.

Adam's eyebrows rose in surprise. He knew just how picky his elven friend was, especially when it came to things related to people from other races.

The fact that this pie, made by a human chef, managed to get praise out of this elven youth, spoke volumes. NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

With great anticipation, Adam grabbed the fork and knife and cut a small piece of the pie before stuffing it into his mouth.

Then, his eyes widened in surprise.

The brunette hostess noticed this and the smile on her face deepened. She took this opportunity to explain more about the famous dish.

"Our Fickle Pies are renowned for their unpredictable and ever-changing flavors. The pie has a buttery crust that is golden brown and perfectly crisp on the outside.

"However, the filling is what makes the pie truly unique. It is a mixture of various meats, vegetables, and seasonings that change with each batch, making sure that no two pies are ever the same."

"No two pies are the same?" Adam asked as he gulped the food after savoring it for a good while. "Isn't that counterproductive?"

"It seems to me that you've learned some manners," Daneli spoke with a thoughtful expression. "I didn't know pigs could evolve to such a degree."

"Bastard, you really want a beating, huh?" Adam growled before continuing to eat.

As he poured wine into his cup, he stated, "You still haven't told me about Saratoga Castle."

"What's there to even tell?" Daneli replied in a bored manner as he gracefully cut into the pie and chewed on it.

After he finished chewing, he wiped his lips with a napkin, and then continued, "As the name suggests, the entire institution is just one big castle on a hill."

"How far is it from Ravenfell?" Asked Adam as he sipped from the Flaming Wine, which was surprisingly very spicy for his taste.

"About half a day's travel on horseback," replied the elf. "It's quite a magical place."

"How's the academic curriculum?"

"It's quite laid-back, to be honest." Daneli took a sip of Red Lightning, his eyebrows creasing ever so slightly. "We are postgraduate students and have many years to finish our studies, after all. But you still have to hand in assignments when it's due."

In Tron, when children turned fifteen, they were deemed fit to embark on the path of a Magus. They would then enroll in magic academies and would be known as undergraduate students. Regardless of the institution, they had five years to study.

On the other hand, Magi who graduated from these magic academies after their five-year time period and enrolled in magic universities to pursue higher arcane studies were called postgraduate students.

A postgraduate student didn't have a five-year time limit; their studies continued for several years, even decades.

"It is also compulsory for a postgraduate student to choose their area of specialization," Daneli added.

"I have to major in a School of Magic, is that it?" Adam asked as he chugged the whole cup of wine.

"Indeed." Daneli nodded. He glanced at the youth and curiously asked, "Have you decided which school?"

Hearing his quesiton, Adam's lips curled up into a smirk.

"I have."