"It's the oil."
The goblin smiled and continued to stammer, "I used, used Waste Oil, the Waste Oil mixed with Green Hair Poison Wine!"
In an instant, the judges were taken aback, then marveled, applauding.
"A marvelous pairing!"
"Outstanding flavor!"
"Truly painstaking effort!"
Soon, the judges put down their empty bowls, wiped their mouths, then looked at each other. Hippo spoke up, "Regrettably, it's not up to standard!"
The gaunt man raised his hand. "Three points."
The one-eyed tentacle monster lifted a sign. "Four points."
The pale semi-transparent witch shook her head. "Two points."
Sitting at the back, a towering dark figure issued a deep voice, "One point."
Out of a perfect score of ten, not a single judge gave a passing mark.
"It can't, can't be possible!" The goblin shook his head blankly, staggering backward. "I, I, I..."
