Cooking in the Monster Sanctuary - Chapter 5 - Part 1

In the existing human cognitive system, the existence of supernatural beings has been widely accepted by the public, but most people still lean towards atheism.

Ghosts are illusions generated by brainwave resonance, werewolves originated from genetic mutations, and the documented “angels” are variants of humans with white wings.

The angelic tribe lives at the top of a snowy mountain and is known for their cold and proud nature. The word “master” is spoken by him in a gentle and humble tone, filled with a strong sense of discord.

The twilight is quiet, and the dying sun does not illuminate the room, the dim light instead making the atmosphere more ambiguous.

It’s too embarrassing.

Chen Beici exclaimed, “Oh wow,” with a tone that carried a hint of leisurely enjoyment: “Has he been tamed by the club owner? Forgot to tell you, according to the enthusiastic citizen who called the hotline, the angel seems to have lost his memory when found, unable to remember anything. And this underground club is the kind that’s not suitable for public display, so… you know.”

Sorry, she didn’t want to know any of it.

Without waiting for Lin Yu to reply, Chen Beici yawned again, “Jiang Qian will pick you up downstairs in five minutes. My task is done, I’m going to sleep. Bye.”

He left decisively, cutting off communication without hesitation. Truly a man who invested all his skill points into sleep.

Lin Yu helplessly took off the headphones and took out a flashlight from her backpack.

The bright and dazzling light instantly filled the entire room, illuminating first a pair of striking snow-white wings.

They were beautifully shaped, with the wingspan extending gracefully in streamlined arcs, creating a dreamy white glow under the flashlight. The only downside was that the wings were covered in grim red marks, as if the feathers had been roughly torn and hung limply.

Perhaps for a long time, he wouldn’t be able to fly again.

Lin Yu furrowed her brows and shifted her focus away from the disheveled bloodstains.

Golden short hair was illuminated by the light, gleaming like scattered gold. A pure black leather eyepatch covered most of his face, revealing only a finely sculpted nose and slightly parted crimson lips.

Both his shirt and pants were made of cotton and linen, and the thin fabric was almost transparent in the strong light, revealing a milk-like smooth white skin.

In the dim room, the man huddled in the corner, and the inexplicable word “master.”

This should have been a scene of decadence, yet the tone and expression of the angel were naive like an ignorant child. The gathered snow-white wings trembled slightly, adding a sense of inviolable holiness.

But the purer the holiness, the more people wanted to defile it.

He heard the tone of Lin Yu’s conversation with Chen Beici, curled up even tighter, and hesitantly asked, “Who are you?”

Lin Yu approached him with measured steps.

Her steps were incredibly light, and even in the silence of the surroundings, there was no sound. As the angel realized that she had come closer, the musty smell around him was forcefully dispelled by a dominating lemon scent, and a strange woman’s voice tinged with a smile and sounded in his ears.

“I’m here to snatch you away from that ‘master.'”

She paused for a moment and asked gently, with a good-natured tone, “Would you like to come with me?”

Although Lin Yu was smiling, a dangerous aura exuded from her entire being. The angelic tribe had an unusually keen sense, and a bone-chilling coldness climbed up his spine.

Yet her tone was gentle and pure, devoid of any teasing or contemptuous undertones. Her shallow smile was like dancing specks of light.

In his remaining memories, no one had ever spoken to him like this. The master’s laughter was always filled with malicious intent and condescension, while the guests treated her as a plaything, their tones often rough and icy that evoked fear.

If he were to go with her…

The angel looked up in confusion, and at the same time, he heard the intruder murmur, “No, since it’s ‘snatching,’ there’s no need to ask if you’re willing.”

Before he could react, the black mask before him was lifted, and in the dazzling white light, his eyes met those of the intruder.

— A young human woman, her black hair naturally cascading down as she half-bent her body, resembling a coiled water snake over her neck. Her crescent-shaped peach blossom eyes curved with a charming arc, reflecting shimmering water-like brilliance.

She smiled casually, her tone firm and unarguable: “I’m Lin Yu, here to take you away.”

The angel hadn’t seen light for a long time; his eyes struggled to adjust, instinctively squinting slightly. Lin Yu seemed to understand why the club owner had taken the risk of opposing the shelter to snatch him away.

Finally, the angel, after removing the eyepatch, revealed his entire face. His appearance leaned towards softness. The distinct lines of his face highlight a sharp masculine charm, devoid of any femininity.

His blue eyes held the hues of the sky and the sea, half-closed in a gentle manner. The pale golden eyelashes cast mottled silhouettes, reminding her of the shifting clouds on the horizon. Although his gaze was as clear and pure as a lake, it effortlessly ensnared anyone who looked into it.

Lin Yu discreetly averted her gaze and took a strawberry candy from her pocket, placing it in his mouth, adopting a tone used to coax, “Be good, and stay quiet.”

The sweet and sour taste of the candy quickly spread throughout his mouth, transforming into a refreshing stream that flowed deep into his heart. In his limited memories, the angel had rarely been given sweets, and the unfamiliar taste left him momentarily dazed.

Lin Yu crouched behind him, holding his wrist against her chest and using her hand to support his thigh, lifting herself up in one swift motion. The angel was tall but incredibly lightweight; carrying him required almost no effort.

The person behind her tensed up; her silky smooth hair brushed against the nape of her neck, feeling soft and somewhat ticklish.

She breathed a sigh of relief, “What’s your name?”