My Magic Age

Tia and Kurtz walked back soaked in water. The two of them were bare-chested and walked side by side slowly along the rutted path on the hillside. Kurtz held the leather armor in his right hand and patted the water in his ears with his left hand. Jumping on the ground, the water droplets on the messy hair were flying everywhere.

It was Tia who was underestimating Kuz all the way. Just by looking at Kuz's honest look, he knew that this kid had been deceived by Tia again.

The two people rustled in front of the fire to keep warm. The little orc Kurtz was very tired today. He leaned on the stone beside the fire and his whole body seemed to be falling apart. He and Tia sat quietly back to back. I was surrounded by Fred. The uncle rushed over to make dinner for today. Even dinner for 10 people is not something I can make.

Although I am always doing things like brewing medicine, washing leather saddle covers, and running errands on weekdays, my small body still can't handle dinner tonight, so I had to come over to Lacuz to help.

Although I am younger now, the physical condition of seven- and eight-year-old children in this world is absolutely comparable to that of eleven- and twelve-year-old children on earth in the past. I can even jump into an icy lake for a swim in such a cold early spring without hesitation. You can also chase wild rabbits in the pasture, and you can run for most of the day without feeling tired, but you want to make dinner a little better.

Of course there is another reason.

In some small circles of the merchant group, it is no secret that the orc witch doctor Old Kuru has the recipe for delicious food with different tastes.

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This is the external rhetoric that I discussed with Lao Kulu. The explanation to Lao Kulu is that I have been studying herbalism. During the learning process, my in-depth understanding of herbal medicine allows me to always discover novel spices and mix different spices. There are actually different flavors of food in the end. This is a very magical thing. This is the world of pharmacists and the blessing of the goddess of nature to me.

Old Kuru said that I am very talented in herbal medicine, but in the eyes of others, I am just a human pharmacist who has mastered orc herbal medicine, the mysterious orc herbal medicine!

There must be some differences!

Don't ask, those are the secrets of the orcs. Old Kuru must have warned Jijia to keep the secret, but he wouldn't tell it even if asked. How could he tell such important things?

Old Kuru will definitely ask Jijia to keep it secret, so don’t ask!

Well, there are always people who think too much. These ideas are wonderful, and they persuade others in private. In the end, I didn’t even have a chance to defend myself.

The fresh mutton was sliced ​​very thin by Kuz and I with small knives. I was basically demonstrating, but Kuz was the one who really did the work. It was very difficult for my little hands to grasp the large pieces of mutton.

Tia stood by the fire with her mouth open and watched me skillfully cooking a whole basin of meat slices. She looked a little silly when she saw two pieces of black bread baked on the stone beside her: "You caravans are not so poor that they can't even buy black bread." No more, right? Why do you bake so little black bread? No matter how delicious the barbecue is, it will feel greasy if you eat too much..."

After Kuz glanced at her countless times with a roe-deer gaze, Tia realized the problem, and then asked me: "Are these marinated meat slices so delicious?"

I didn't even raise my eyes, pretending to be a harmless good boy, as if I didn't understand Tia's words, and just waited quietly for Kuz to finish cutting the remaining lamb leg meat. I thought to myself: How can you understand this secret lamb leg meat?

Although the skin of the magic antelope is very strong, even if it is stabbed with a sharp bayonet, it will only leave a white mark without exerting all its strength, but the meat on the body is extremely tender. Old Kuru once said that the magic beast had just died. , the power in the body has not yet been completely dissipated, which is very good for the body.

I have marinated the meat slices repeatedly with pepper, salt and some chopped herbs, so they naturally have different flavors. Although the original taste of antelope meat is also very good, I have long been tired of it after eating it for so many years. I think the lamb is perfect with pepper and cumin. Unfortunately, there is no barbecue sauce. It would be beautiful if it can be added. .

The iron pot on the side was filled with washed haggis, and the entire antelope skeleton was immersed in the soup pot to make a milky white bone soup. The delicious smell spread throughout the camp. Tia went directly to Kurtz and asked him: "How can you make the soup stewed by the magic antelope so fragrant?"

This guy always thought that the cooking methods that Kuz and I cooked came from the secret recipes of the ancient orcs. Maybe Kuz added some unknown mysterious insects or disgusting ore powder to it. In short, the fragrant broth tasted like the devil. Of course, Kuz couldn't explain why the broth was so fragrant. He could only say: "It always smells like this."

"Kuz, do you think this soup has a special name?" Tia secretly wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

I sat on the wooden cart beside me, my calves dangling casually, and my hands supporting my backward leaning body, so that my body could stretch freely.

The lambskin jacket I was wearing had been washed very clean yesterday, and it smelled very good with a faint smell of mutton.

He said casually: "I think our soup should have a resounding name. Let's just call it 'Devil's Drool'."

I was probably talking about Tia's weakness when I saw Tia's smile suddenly solidified, as if she had thought of something terrible. Kurtz shook his head and said seriously: "This name is not very good, it would be better to... it would be better to call it..."

After talking for a long time, I couldn't think of a name. Instead, I suppressed my face and turned red.

Tia is a bit handsome, with an average face, but a very good figure. Ranger is a warrior profession with balanced development of strength, agility, and endurance. The Ranger Union requires their members to be able to archery and use two-handed swords. You also need to learn some investigative methods. In the army, such people are called scouts. Their daily training pays more attention to physical coordination and survivability.

Neither fat nor thin, he was born to be a clothes rack. He was next to Kuz, and he seemed determined to enjoy this meal.

Kurtz took out the flat and thin stone slab from under the oxcart, used pebbles to set up the stove, and placed the flat stone directly on the fire to burn. Kurtz skillfully wiped the mutton oil on the stone slab repeatedly, and placed the other stone on the stove. One hand quickly spread the meat slices in the basin on the hot stone slab, and suddenly there was a sizzling sound on the stone slab. This can be considered an authentic slate fried meat.

Kurtz was very proficient in these steps and shouted to the caravan leatherworker on the other side of the peeling wood table: "Let's eat!"

The orcish voice of this voice is very tactful and loud, and even if everyone doesn't understand it, they definitely know its meaning.

I stood on the edge of the big iron pot with a wooden spoon and prepared to serve broth. Each person had a bowl. Then I pointed to the stone slab where Kuz barbecued meat and said, "You guys can fry the meat. You guys are not used to mutton." , and two pieces of brown bread are also prepared.”

The second half of my sentence was ignored. More than a dozen people directly surrounded Kuz. Kuz kept putting meat on the stone slab. The fried mutton on the hot stone slab that was half the size of a round table was still moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. is decreasing, even Tia on the side can't help but help While they were busy laying out the meat, Uncle Fred squeezed in the middle with his big belly. He couldn't help but cursed: "You foodies, wipe your grandma's pussy, keep an eye on it, and put raw food into your mouth. I've never eaten it in my life." Meat, go, go, you cat, don’t eat it, stand aside.”

"Hey, hey, why are you squeezing your sister's pussy? I'm going to give you a taste first to see if you can eat this bloodshot thing."

"Holy crap, where are you going to stick your stick?"

Every time I rush to eat, I feel it is particularly delicious. I don't eat much, and I am a little averse to barbecue. I have been roasted repeatedly by the fire poison in my body for more than two years. Aren't I just a piece of barbecue?

After a hasty dinner, I lay down on the wooden cart to rest.

Uncle Fred and other leatherworkers will continue to work after taking a break. The longer the devil antelopes are left, the less valuable they will be. They need to be processed as soon as possible. I pray that it won’t rain tonight.

I saw Kuz and the caravan men sitting around eating together. Everyone kept praising Kuz for how well the meat was grilled.

When I was bored, I wanted to practice magic resistance again. I recited the simple magic circle several times in my mind, and followed what Old Kuru gave me, getting rid of distracting thoughts, quieting my heart, focusing on letting the magic power in my body gather at my fingertips.

I was worried that if the magic power was concentrated on my fingertips, the light would alert others, so I carefully retracted my fingers into my sleeves. However, after a long time, I spent countless energy and failed to bring the magic power together. Instead, the fire element in my body became abnormal. The restlessness made the chest feel stuffy and the air he exhaled was salty.

Yesterday, the light yellow magic light could still be condensed vaguely. Although it flickered and then went out soon, it was considered that half of the magic was successfully cast. How come tonight, even the initial step of 'gathering demons' failed? What if you can’t do it anymore?

This makes me miss the old orc Kuru very much. When he was around, I didn't feel how important he was. Instead, I felt that this chatty old man was talking useless nonsense all the time, all day long. Mumbling, but once you leave his side, you will think of him immediately.

Those unpronounceable orcish pronunciations, those herbal names that I have only half memorized, that magic circle diagram that I am not very proficient in drawing, will this annoying anti-magic be of any use to me? Can you tell me?

My doubts caused my thoughts to fall into a knot. The more I thought about it, the more powerless I felt. When I was depressed, my body's ability to resist magic would weaken, and the fire poison brought by the fire magic stored in my flesh and blood would take the opportunity to attack. My blood boils.

I haven't tasted this feeling of boiling blood for more than two months. It's like all the blood vessels in my body are about to explode. The boiling blood is destroying my body wantonly. Whenever this happens, my heart will feel... In addition, a warm current with extremely strong vitality surges out, and the warm current slowly flows throughout the body along the blood vessels.

Wherever it passes, new flesh and blood will be born. The burning pain, the swelling pain of boiling blood and blood vessels that are about to burst, and the itching feeling of warm new flesh and blood will all come together. I am like a piece of fried meat.

"Oops, you're so hot. You're sick. Can you talk?"

Just when I was half asleep and half unconscious, a woman suddenly spoke beside me. I muttered in a daze: "Mom, it hurts!"

Sometimes I really can't bear it. This kind of torture is like a curse. It's burdened on me so that I can't see the light. I don't know how long it will take to get rid of it. Even the great shaman of the orc tribe treats me like a curse. There is nothing I can do about the disease. Whenever this happens, I think that even if someone kills me with a knife, I still want to thank him.

"Good boy! Don't be afraid."

The voice was a bit familiar, and there was a pair of hands touching my body, as if they were checking the wound. After unbuttoning my sheepskin coat, the cool night breeze blew into my chest, and the pain suddenly eased a lot. I struggled to take off the leather jacket, and I felt someone holding me in their arms. I couldn't open my eyes, and I could clearly feel that the embrace was very soft.

A cold hand covered my forehead, I moaned comfortably, and finally passed out.

——Beautiful dividing line——

When I woke up, my eyes were blurry. There was light, but I couldn't see clearly.

I tried to blink my eyes, and my vision began to recover gradually. This was an exquisite little tent. There was a crystal hanging lamp with a magic stone as the core on the top, which made the whole tent dim. It can be seen that this place is not big.

I lay on a wolfskin mattress, with leather bags full of ice all over my body. I was sure that I was still alive this time. I could still feel the burning pain and itching in my body, but the pain at this time was bearable.

I wanted to struggle to sit up and see where this place was. Such an exquisite tent was definitely not where Old Kuru was, but I couldn't think of anyone else who could save me except Old Kuru.

The tent curtain was opened, and a woman's scream came immediately. At this time, I also saw the female magician Guoguo coming in from outside the tent, holding a basin of water in her hand. Seeing me wake up, she looked at me in surprise and said, "You woke up? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Shaking my head, I looked around quietly and asked, "Sister Guoguo, where is this?"

My voice was very soft. In this tent that could not accommodate a third person, I unexpectedly found some women's small items hanging on the simple luggage rack next to it, such as a watercolor chest strap, white slightly wrinkled cloth socks, and a soft black skirt hanging on the top, like a black waterfall.

Suddenly, I felt that the magician was also a person, and also needed an ordinary life. Like us ordinary people, she also pursued beauty and comfort. If she put aside magic, she was definitely a neighbor sister with good popularity. Guoguo's white hands directly covered my eyes. At that moment, I saw that there were even two light blue blood vessels on her arm, which were crystal clear, and the half arm exposed from the cuffs of the magician's robe was as white as snow.

"Don't look around, this is of course my tent, where else can I go after I saved you?"

"Sister Guoguo, do you think I will die?"

I asked Old Kuru this question, and Old Kuru only said: You have both blue flame and self-healing blood power, how can you die, you are talking nonsense.

But I think he only said half of it, and the other half was not said. Maybe he thought I didn't understand, and it was adding pressure to my heart, or maybe it was useless to say it. I felt that I was hovering on the edge of death more than once. To be honest, I was not afraid, maybe I could just sleep it off.

"Don't be afraid, sister is a water magician, and the best thing she is is to cure diseases and save people. How could I let you die." Sister Guoguo's words were very gentle. She pushed the basin aside first, crawled in with her body bent, and then turned around to drag the basin in. The soft body in the narrow space brushed my nose, and the unique fragrance of a woman came into my nasal cavity.

I almost forgot about this. When I saw her, I should first think that she was a magician, and then a woman.

A wet towel was spread on my face. Sister Guoguo asked me to continue lying down. She sat beside me with her legs curled up and asked me: "Have you had this disease since childhood?"

"Yes."

"What did the old witch doctor say? Didn't he save you? Why didn't he cure your disease?"

"Teacher, he can't cure it either!" I answered truthfully.

"Even he can't? What disease do you have? When you get sick, your body is so hot that it's scary." Sister Guoguo was even more surprised this time.

I stretched out my index finger, and before the idea came to my mind, the tip of my finger suddenly burst into orange flames.