Chapter 48: Mister Ghost!

Now, cooking in a clay pot is no rocket science. It doesn't need any oil. It needs a bit of water inside of it. And everything that you put in it had to be cold.

Because if one puts hot food in a cold clay pot, then the pot cracks. If I lost this pot, my husband might forgive me… or maybe use me for more soup.

This marriage sure was stressing me out. I really needed Aron to… get the divorce papers.

If you know what I mean.

Oh, it was coldhearted to just take the schema and then kill off the goblin chief, but he didn't care about his own goblins.

The fact that I was cutting up a goblin to put into the clay pot was evidence enough.

"You know," I was sure that he could do this faster than me. Besides, I should really let him earn his chance for survival. "I am not used to cutting up goblins."

He snorted.

"It's just like cutting up dwarves," he told me so, as if I was retarded.