[Western Fantasy] Magic Chef

Moore has been in this continent for three days, and his body is very weak. He only ate some fruit for three days. He followed the people in front and walked forward mechanically. The winding path has no end, and the hot land under his feet reminded him His sense of touch, the shoes wrapped in leaves have worn away, and he hopes that when he rests next time, he feels that if he stops, he will stay on the road forever.

He knew that he would walk along this path, pass through the Poli Mountains, reach the capital city below the mountain, and pass through the danger of monsters gathering, without any slack.

Life has already experienced the feeling of death, the second chance, he will never give up, finally it is time to rest, and night is coming.

Moore and a few people sat around together, the orange flames leapt high, and the wood underneath made a crackling sound. It would be great if there was a fish at this time, and it would be cooked on the fire. Stomach growling, he took out a few fruits from the bundle made of apron, which he picked with the villagers on the road, barely enough to satisfy his hunger.

When he first arrived, he fell into a pile of dead people, and there were remnants of wild beasts everywhere. There was a knife on his body, which was left by the murderer, and he still held a kitchen knife tightly in his hand. , still maintaining the posture of chopping vegetables.

The people of the small village regarded him as an unlucky traveler and carried him to the temple. Moore saw the priest in white robes chanting a beautiful spell, and the light from his hands healed the wound on his back. He clearly felt that his breathing was smooth , is this the magic world?

In a few days, he learned that when he came to the magic world, the swordsmen he could see everywhere, and the magicians he saw occasionally made him feel miraculous. The kind priests in the village made his body recover. When he came, He had just experienced the beast tide, and many villagers died in it, but it was unlucky for him to be regarded as a traveler.

Beast tide: The monsters in the Poli Mountains will have a certain period of riots in the hot season, usually once a year, and the people in the small village unfortunately encounter the second time and cannot resist it.

It’s been two days, and the people calling for help haven’t brought soldiers. More and more villagers have come to the temple to heal the villagers. In order to protect the village, the wounds stopped bleeding and they fought the beasts again. They said this was the most powerful beast tide in 20 years. Warcraft is like crazy.

Three days.

Moore contributed his strength in the kitchen, followed the pharmacist to configure the potion, and beat his hands. The more people were injured later, he also picked up the big sword and followed them to fight against the monsters. Moore deeply understood the danger here. He didn't know When will die again.

but!Must survive!

The people in the village are getting more and more desperate, and the rescuers have not arrived for a long time. They all understand that they have been abandoned. The village is full of sadness. The messy village wood and stones are thrown away in disorder, and the smell of blood stimulates human nerves.

Everyone gathered, packed their bags in silence, left the village they were accustomed to, and crossed the Poli Mountains to seek refuge in St. Vasa.

Now walking out of the Poli Mountains, St. Vasa is not far away, filled with joy, a bonfire is lit, and young people bring a few cashmere sheep to comfort their hungry stomachs.

There are many bonfires around. It seems that they have arrived at the place where the mercenaries gathered. The fire not far away, the mercenaries singing wine and singing lively, smelling the aroma of barbecue, they are safe, Moore deeply realized.

Local materials are used to set up a large pot, and the boiling broth is burned in it to eliminate the strong meat aroma.

Moore sat by the campfire, cut the tubers into pieces, and put them into the soup. There was a soft light in the nearby tent, which was half-opened to let the people inside feel the cool wind. The heat was replaced by coolness, and the small wind slowly blew through.

The cashmere sheep were hung on the shelf. The boys deeply realized Moore's culinary skills and wanted to have a good meal. Moore picked up a kitchen knife and skillfully decomposed the cashmere lamb. The boys booed and asked for the roast leg of lamb. The taste of cashmere, he thought of the crispy, rich meat flavor in his heart, and couldn't help drooling.

He didn't intend to disassemble it, cut off the sheepskin, cut a few knives on the body, soaked it in salt seasoning water, it was almost done, and roasted it, which required patience, kept turning, smeared with honey, and waited for the lamb to be on the fire , exudes a tempting aroma.

Cut a few small pieces of meat and wear them to make it easier to mature. Moore handed it to the girls around him. She is fifteen or sixteen years old and loves to smile. She took the roasted lamb from Moore with crooked eyes and squinted happily. There were many people around the fire, attracted by the tempting aroma, Moore handed them one after another, and the inside was roasted.

The young man scrambled to remove a piece of meat from the mutton, and the older Moore specially prepared a leaf to hold a portion of food. One sheep ate it up quickly, and there was another one buried under the fire, with the meat wrapped in mud. Can't hold the scent.

The mercenaries who were watching the night not far away moved their noses. It was the scent of cashmere sheep. They saw the shape of the food from the firelight. Practiced out of school.

"What did you make? It tastes good, I want it," Moore looked at the uninvited guy, he was a little displeased with the boy's behavior, and Moore was embarrassed.

The girl next to him embarrassedly tugged at the boy, and said in a low voice: "Jin, the instructor won't let us cause trouble, let's go back quickly!" She couldn't help but cast a glance at the mutton.With a pair of sky blue eyes, Moore was too embarrassed to reject the girl.

He cut off a little bit, which he kept for himself to eat, and gave it to them. The girl took it embarrassedly. Gene smelled the fragrance, and wanted to get it, and it was best to dedicate it to the mentor.

"How much? I bought it!" Throwing down a silver coin, he was about to bring the meat over, Moore stopped him quickly, Moore raised his head and frowned slightly, "Sorry, I can't make the decision, the food belongs to Companion, if you have food exchange, I can discuss it with my companion, what they need most now is food, I don’t think they will agree.”

Moore turned the mutton back and forth, and didn't continue to talk to the two of them. Gene didn't expect to be rejected, and waited for Moore in disbelief, blushing.

"Let's go, Gene, this is their food, and we still have snacks," Gene thought of the tasteless biscuits, and the tempting aroma of mutton caused a change in his mouth.

"You don't have to worry about Jamie, hey, bring it to me quickly, one silver coin is not enough?"

Moore had no choice but to stop responding, letting Gene talk to himself, wanting food, absolutely not, and proposed a solution, but they didn't listen, and Moore couldn't help it.

Moore angered Gene. Gene took out his magic wand and chanted a spell. Moore felt bad. He didn't expect to be a magician. He didn't expect to meet him at all.The water arrows fell from the sky, and all of them fell on Moore. Moore's mind immediately cleared up and he was ready to escape. The water flow followed Gene's thoughts and ran. Gene smiled triumphantly and taught this magician who dared to refuse the honor!

The surroundings were in a mess, the water doused the bonfire, and there was a pungent smell of smoke. Gene was smoked out of tears, and Jamie hid behind Gene with tears in his eyes.

The villagers who heard the voice stopped and watched the farce helplessly. No one stopped, and Moore ran away in a hurry, feeling cold.

The villagers did not dare to stop the farce, they just stood aside, looking at his embarrassment, Moore was disappointed, no one dared to come out to stop this farce, magicians have always been honorable, and no one dared to think about the consequences of offending a magician think.

The sharp water arrows scratched his skin, and there were small wounds on his body, bleeding. Moore's body was covered with mud. He should be thankful that the magician didn't want his life. Moore could only protect his head first.

"Jin, the water god don't bully weak people to become believers," the man came out of the tent. He looked 25 or six years old, tall and tall, wearing a magician's robe. He couldn't tell what level he was. He came to them in the blink of an eye. , Gene saw the mentor coming, and hurriedly saluted the mentor, while Jamie lowered his head shyly.

Moore stood up, expressionless, clutching his wound, waiting for their sentence against him. At this moment, he was grateful to this man and stopped the farce.

Adair glanced around, his eyes fell on the food, and he slid his fingers to slice the meat from the sheep. Moore saw that in the dark night, the fingers of the coming person flashed a blue gleam.This is a knife formed by water condensation, which shows that this person is powerful, which means that he cannot resist.

Adair held the meat with two fingers and sent it to his mouth. Adair's taste buds felt special treatment, toughness, chewiness, and just the right seasoning. Adair squinted his eyes and savored it carefully.

"It's a really good experience. Can I join in? The cashmere sheep hunted during the day are really beyond handling. You can do me a little favor and make them attractive." Adair looked at Moore.

Moore replied: "Of course there is no problem. I am a chef. You only need to pay a little gold coins."

Adair raised his eyebrows, looking forward to a special experience with great interest. It was God's will. His hair was rare black, and his fair skin was also rare. His face seemed to come from an ancient nation, which was very distinctive.

They didn't seem to have encountered cashmere today, how could the mentor be so polite to lowly people, but they didn't dare to object, Jean Jamie thought.

Adair returned to the tent and then disappeared from the tent. When he reappeared, he walked out of the tent with a cashmere in his hand and handed it to Moore. Moore found that the cashmere sheep only had a wound on its head, which was from the magic crystal. Location!

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, when dealing with the cashmere, Moore set up a bonfire again, and the rich smell of meat gradually came out, smeared seasoning water and honey, and turned the lamb from time to time.

The seasoning is the result of the past few days. After seeing the seasoning given by the gods in the mainland, he prepared it based on previous knowledge. I forgot to mention that Moore is a chef.

"It's the first time I've seen roasted cashmere lamb, and I didn't expect it would take such a long time of patience," Moore suddenly heard his voice, "Patience can let the warmth of the fire spread throughout the meat," Adair said. Looking at Moore's side face, half of it was firelight, half of it was moving hands, so gentle, Adair rested his chin and stared blankly at Moore's movements.

"It's ready to eat, just watch and give it!" Moore was still looking forward to it. He came to this world to earn money for the first time. Adair reacted, smiled, tore off a leg of lamb, and the blue water knife jumped, Cut into pieces and fall on the leaves.

"Gold coins for you," Adair said, and Moore took it, a little disappointed, what should I do if I don't have money in the future?

Moore raised his head and asked, "I don't know your name yet, thank you!"

"Adair."

Moore smiled silently and said to Adair with a smile: "My name is Moore, which is the name of a kind of food."

Moore, laughing and saying that he is a kind of food, Adair lowered his eyelids, staring at the lips with fragrance, maybe it is delicious, and moved with a bang.

Soon the cashmere was finished, Adair got up and went back to the tent, God's will was not bad, God let him come to St. Warren to find the destined person, now he seems to have something else to gain.

Adair closed his eyes, changed form, his legs became fish tails, sea water gathered around his body, and formed a magic circle around his body. There was no light at all outside the tent. As a creation of God, his strength was beyond doubt.

After a long time, Adair opened his eyes and regained his human form. Moore was the one who fit him, and his soul matched. Adair secretly adjusted the plan, but God did not remind him. The following predictions were chaotic, and his natural intuition was to develop for the good.

Moore didn't sleep all night, and the villagers who got through the difficulties together made him feel cold. Moore left the team and followed the route to the city wall of St. Warren, where a tall wall was built with stones.

On both sides of the city gate, soldiers with spears inspected the people passing by.

On both sides of the road leading to the city, naked people lay casually, some on the city wall in the distance, and some under the trees. They looked relaxed and did not have enough food.

A mercenary with a weapon, with a half-human-high sword on his back, bulging muscles and full of strength. Moore now knows a little about it, and he doesn't know whether he should or not. Applying the common sense he learned from the novel, Moore found a Sitting under a tree, the young man next to him seemed approachable.

Moore leaned over and fanned a leaf, "It's so hot today, I don't know what's going on inside?" Nat turned his head and glanced at Moore, "I still want to go in, another one who hasn't woken up," up and down Looking at it, he continued: "Look at you, you escaped from the mountains, and Saint Vasa is not something you can enter."

"Why can't I come in? I don't know when I just came here. Brother, say a few words," Moore slapped hard, and Nat lay on the ground, "Do you have any identity? This city is full of nobles, refugees like us It's impossible to get in."

He should be regarded as a commoner, isn't it easy to find a job in the city? "Brother, I want to find a job in the city, I should be able to find it!" Nat raised his eyes and looked at Moore, very surprised, "The store You don’t want people who know nothing here,” raised his chin to the people on the side of the road, and Moore watched them lying on the ground casually, everyone’s faces were numb.

Moore stood up. He didn't want to be such a person, who would eat and wait to die, and spend his days in depression.

Moore walked into the city and said to the guards on both sides: "I am a disaster-stricken civilian. If I want to find a job in the city, I must be able to live. Two big brothers, can you tell me where to find a job? I used to be a chef, please!" Bowing deeply, the two gave up their seats after listening.

"Xicheng District can accept you, as long as you work hard enough," the guard reminded kindly. Everyone in the young guard team who was hit by a disaster and asked for help said it.

The two are too young, the kindness cultivated in peace has not been consumed yet,

Moore turned his head and bowed to the two again, "Thank you, I found a job, please eat."

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