Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Chapter 838 249: Genius Mage? Bartlett's Memories (10K)_3

However, whether among the civilians of the Bell Federation or its Nobles, there remains a considerable degree of admiration for Elven artworks and their High Elf Language.

The reason for this is simply that the Elf Clan once claimed the title of Epoch Monarch in history, crushing that era with unmatched force.

The Bell Federation is strong, but not strong enough.

Before the Bell Federation represented Humans to achieve continental dominance, many cultural aspects were not well-received both internally and externally.

In short, if you want to speak loudly in front of people from other countries, you must do everything possible to prove your strength.

Didn't you see how Dragons, as the Monarch of past epochs, logically one of the strongest races in average individual power on the continent.

Yet this group not only failed to protect their say but also became a symbol of villains in most folk literature.

Terms like "Evil Dragon" are rampant in various novels and tales.

So much so that when people now think of Dragons, their first reaction is always prepared to initiate an action.

Even such a powerful race as Dragons has fallen to this extent, let alone others.

The Elves have just stepped off the stage of Epoch Monarchs and have not had time to unveil the blood-stained remains; the centipede dies but never falls, ensuring their culture still holds a significant status on the continent.

Such phenomena are also present in the food industry.

So Kael emphasized once again.

"Perhaps you are right."

Bartlett Monarch said with a smile, "For ordinary people like me, the most important thing about food is being able to fill the belly. If it can be delicious while doing so, that's enough."

"It's the same for me, but sometimes, unique fruit platters from the Supreme Forest, spirits from the Molten Furnace Castle, and those alleged sacrificial dishes dedicated to deities from Holy Briania are more popular in high-level guest receptions.

"Indeed, such situations do occur, and some even revere these items as supreme delicacies, as if eating them would make them different from others...

But for an old person like me who has stayed in Holy Briania for many years, those things they revere make me not so fond of them, to the point I feel like throwing up.

I dislike listening to them discuss the origins of the sacrificial cuisine for deities. I only know that when I'm eating these things, I feel like I'm in a temple filled with incense.

Only the scent of incense remains, with hardly any taste of the food; it's not only cold, but each portion is small. Is it tasty? Can you get full?"

Looking at Bartlet Monarch's displeased expression, Kael suddenly found this Monarch to be a bit more genuine.

Not the elusive nearly perfect "Magic Monarch" stereotype in ordinary Mage's eyes, nor simply a symbol of power and destruction.

Ultimately, Bartlet Monarch has his own thoughts and preferences. It's not just about gastronomy; when mentioning Mr. Luxius, one can vaguely sense Bartlet Monarch's disdain for Mr. Luxius's nighttime escapades with Monster Girls on Romance Street...

And a trace of faint envy and jealousy.

"Indeed, I still hope for a broader expansion of mid to high-end dining that focuses on satisfying the hunger, clearing out those trash dining brands that have no other meaning besides refinement.

This is probably why I must return; I want to transform those hypocritical and useless display props into what I like."

Bartlett did not say anything heroic or righteous, merely expressing his disdain and discontent for these high-end restaurants that do not satisfy his core needs.

"Indeed, as you said, if you truly want to replace those cultural symbols we dislike with our own, there are actually two paths to choose from."

Bartlett's mouth slightly curled up, his voice seemed a bit more cheerful, humming a note before he said:

"Oh? What methods do you think could make this happen?"

Kael glanced at the Magic Monarch's face, which bore a slightly playful smile, and shook his head, saying:

"Isn't this something everyone knows?"

"Let's hear it?"

"The first way is through years of brand management and sinking into local mainstream mid to high-end dining markets to explore target groups. By accumulating time and continuous investment, you can form taste memories locally, which will earn their recognition thoroughly."

Bartlett shook his head, saying: "Such a statement is based on the absence of external conflicts. In real commercial competition, there will surely be many people interfering, preventing you from seizing their already established market.

Even if you manage to stay with better cuisine and reputation, it's easy to encounter baseless malicious attacks.

Especially in the food industry, just fabricate a story about your kitchen staff defecating or urinating in containers used daily for washing vegetables, fruits, and meats. Rational people would know it's fake at a glance, but as soon as rumors spread outside, whether it's real or fake won't matter anymore.