[Western Fantasy] Magic Chef

Human potential is huge. Moore never thought that there would be such a big improvement. He never thought that he would raise a knife and cut off the bones of a third-order monster. At this time, Moore deeply realized how powerful and powerful a monster is. His physical body plus innate magic power.

Ordinary people who have not practiced swordsmanship, the monster meat they eat is easy to handle, which is equivalent to ordinary chicken and duck meat. The meat and bones of third-level monsters become difficult to handle. The bones are hard, the meat is firm, and some parts have special The smell is difficult to get rid of. Most people in the God-given mainland practice swordsmanship, so it is not difficult. This makes it difficult for Moore, who is in poor physical condition.

Killing them requires more than ability. There is no shortage of capable people in the mainland. When tens of thousands of monsters rush out, mad and desperate, only then do they feel powerless. What Moore saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

Moore could clearly feel the tense atmosphere in the shop, and everyone in the shop was extra careful not to offend the violent mercenaries. Moore had been to the front hall and could even smell the smell of blood.

Moore thought about staying here, becoming the manager of the kitchen, marrying a girl in the city, and having a few lovely children. Now he has to make plans early. For the coming crisis, the world is always not peaceful, and even more so What's more, in the ancient times where wars were frequent.

In the tailor shop, the little girl warmly entertained him. She was wearing work clothes given by the boss of Les. He wanted to make a few clothes. Different identities have different clothes. For the convenience of work, the ordinary people are quite simple, and the pants Shirts, blouses, the details form a unique cultural style, order the clothes, Moore curious tailor shop, the eyes observe inside and out.

After seeing the fabric, he remembered that there were still underwear, and his lower body was naked, making him uncomfortable. Moore held back his shyness, bought some pieces of breathable fabric, and planned to make underwear.

Suddenly remembered that Moore bought some needles and threads from the girl. In the days to come, there would be no mother to mend clothes for him. Moore thought of his parents in his old home. They were over 60 years old, but luckily they still had a sister.

Get rid of the inexplicable sadness, now, he hopes to live well.

"The city of Lima is broken!"

When I got the news, Moore was working, and the voice came from far to near, from the front of the tavern to the back. Moore thought of many plans, but he didn't have a clue, and continued to work.

Now he enjoys the fun, is so proficient that he has experience, he knows where is heavy, where is light, and what posture is needed.Treating meat cutting as a practice of knife skills and learning martial arts, he was full of enthusiasm in his heart. Moore consciously slashed so that he could keep up with Upton's speed.

People on the street screamed in horror, and everyone panicked immediately. The mercenaries in the tavern were discussing enthusiastically, and Upton’s face was also full of sadness. He had never experienced war. The people Moore met were very friendly to everyone. Passionate, and so are the natives of St. Warren.

There are still many good people in the world, but how long they can last, Moore is not sure.

Moore can't change the war. All he can think of is where to avoid the war. However, Moore got a chance. Boss Les asked him to make meat burritos, a mercenary who made money while taking advantage of the time, and a steak with a fork and a knife Can't afford to waste time.

Everyone wanted to earn a sum of money before the war came, so that they could leave or escape to other countries.

As more and more refugees came to St. Warren, Moore mechanically stored food like a hamster. Moore bought flour and made food that was easy to carry. He thought about carrying food on his back when he was fleeing. What to do, just consciously improve your strength.

Moore also remembered one thing, the soldiers who helped him a lot, found a job and invited them to eat, picked a dusk when he happened to have nothing to do, asked for leave with Master Upton, and came to the gate of the city with food.

Thinking of the eager guards, Moore wanted to bring them treats, juice and meatloaf.Soldiers stood in the shade, and Moore, remembering them well, passed by with baskets.

"Brother, do you still remember me? I found a job as a chef at Les Tavern," Moore briefly introduced his situation.

The guard thought about it carefully, and there was a vague image in his head, "Oh! It's you," Moore didn't care about their sudden realization, and took out food from the basket.

"I thought about repaying you. There is only a little food that I can do. I hope you don't dislike it. I think you just need it at this time."

The two guards relaxed a little now. They saw a lot of homeless people at the city gate, basking in the sun boredly every day, ignoring their hungry stomachs. Now that they saw a hardworking man, they felt kind from the bottom of their hearts. Treat Moore as a friend.

After eating the convenient meat burritos and drinking a glass of fruit juice, I was really happy. One of them put his arm around Moore's shoulders, "Thank you, brother. I see that you are doing well now, but I can't tell in the future," Mu Moore lowered his voice, "I heard that Lima was occupied by Cadiz, and you will come to San Vasa in the future?" Moore has been thinking about some things for a while, and feels a little familiar for some reason.

"No, even if Cadiz doesn't come right away, Auluci can't come over, who doesn't know that Saint Vasa is staring at wealth, brother, we don't have to worry, His Majesty the King dedicated his loyalty to Auluci, we will be fine .”

Moore suppressed his doubts.

Thinking of the dangers of going into exile, for those who have no force, dangers are everywhere, and human life is a waste, and they can't help themselves.

"I don't know martial arts, grudges, and magic. How can I survive?" He finished sighing with the guard and packed the basket.

"Wait, come here," the guard stopped Moore, and waved mysteriously, "Seeing that we are also brothers, I'll tell you," Moore hurried over and asked curiously.

"Monte Saint Magician Academy has come to recruit students from us," Moore suddenly had infinite possibilities in his heart, "Where is it? It would be great if I could become a magician," the guard said in a low voice, "Don't say it, ten days In the future, in the square in front of the palace, there will be a test to see if you are qualified to become a magician." The guard looked forward to it, "I can try it then." Moore saw that the guards were still young, and there should be hope, and encouraged the young guards.

The enrollment place of Mount Saint Magician Academy is Saint Vasa Palace, just ten days later.

Boss Les is waiting in front of him at any time. The irascible mercenaries are easy to shake their fists. He can stop it in time here. Not to mention, he will show off Boss Les's face. The noisy hall makes Moore a little annoyed. Boss Les is Unraveling a dispute, he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy fell to the ground, with tawny hair messily covering his eyes, his chin was exposed, and his mouth was pursed stubbornly.

He is also a poor child, and he may have come out early to work to subsidize his family. I don’t know what Boss Les said. Moore saw the burly mercenary kick the boy a few times, cursed and left, and the boy also limped away. , his trousers were patched several times, and he was stained with red wine.

The boss returned to the counter, and Moore came to him and said hesitantly, "Boss, I want to ask for a day off in ten days, no, just for a while, I will come back to work after I finish my work."

"Ten days later, to the square of the palace?" Boss Les looked at the cramped Moore.

"Yes!" Moore raised his head, stared into Boss Les's eyes, and replied firmly.

"Hehe~ If you can become a magician, it is also your luck. I can't block the talent that God bestows on everyone. Don't forget to come back to work quickly." Boss Les took out the ledger and started to get busy. Moore also Don't bother him, thank you.

He had never felt at this time that the creases on Boss Les's face were so kind and lovely. When he met a good person, he hummed a ditty along the way, and when he was working, he was the only one who heard the low tune, and sometimes watched it. Looking at the people around him, he shyly lowered his voice a little more.

Ten days came soon, and Moore deliberately changed into new clothes, loose robes, and trousers that he didn't wear. Fortunately, he made his own underwear, and the worn place was rested, although it was rough.

The palace is in the middle. Moore crosses a street to the largest road, extending to the palace. The wide stone road is lined with soldiers, and there are many people around the square. The nobles of St. Vasa are sitting on chairs , Moore even saw the king and queen, the noble young masters and ladies were also eye-catching, with gems and luxurious cloths on their bodies.

After a while, the king started the ceremony after he finished his speech. The people who walked out of the temple immediately gasped and exclaimed. The light blue hair and the blue mage robe are the great magisters of the water system. For the small country It is really a legendary existence, and many people will never see it in their lifetime.

Beside the great magister was a magic pet, with long hair, which vaguely looked like a cat. The disciples brought by the great magister led the testers to line up. Moore saw a man and a woman dressed in the same clothes. He had seen Moore, however, put his head down and put on the back hood like everyone else around him.

Their gazes looked at the crystal ball in front of them in unison, to see what kind of light the people in front were emitting. Some people did not show any color, and Moore prayed for a miracle to happen to him.

There were three rows of the crowd, and Moore was in the middle. He saw the exclamation in front of him. Moore immediately regained his energy and listened carefully to the situation. A teenager let the crystal ball shine brightly.

"Leonard's advanced fire talent, enter the academy," everyone shouted joyfully, hoping that good luck would come, and looked at the protagonist just now with envy.

Leonard?Moore looked at the boy from yesterday with no expression on his face. He is so calm at such a young age. He really deserves such a talent. If only he had it too, at least he can enter the academy, a safe place.

The shadow came to the middle from the left, and finally it was his turn. Moore rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on the crystal ball like the previous person, and stared hard at the crystal ball. There was no change. Moore couldn't help being disappointed, and soon I have other plans and try my best to control my emotions.

"Thank you sir,"

"Wait!" The great magister sitting behind came over, touched the crystal ball, it was dazzling blue, and put Moore's hand on it, the crystal ball became cloudy, but it did emit light.

"What's your name?" The soft voice entered Moore's restless heart.

"Moore."

"Moore! Space department! Enter the academy!"

Moore felt relieved and came to a position where he could become a student. The nobles formed a group and chatted in low voices. The civilians gathered together. Moore came to sit next to the boy.

Leonard turned his head and glanced at Moore. Moore was a little embarrassed and brought up the topic.

"I met you ten days ago. I worked as a chef at the Les Tavern. The irascible mercenaries are always disgusting. When they are rushing for food," Moore's voice was so small that he even thought that only he could hear it.

"You didn't do your job well," Moore said in a cold voice. He was surprised that he actually spoke up. He suddenly regained his mood, and the excitement of the test has not yet been suppressed.

"I know, it's just a little annoying. Their temper is too bad. I saw them beat you that day. I think of the waiters who work together. Sometimes they are unlucky every day."

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound. Moore poked his head out to see Leonard's expression. Damn, fifteen or sixteen years old were calmer than him. Moore suppressed his tension and sat down quietly.

More than a dozen people came, there are only so few in a city, and there are no more than five advanced talents. Moore secretly thought, he should be the benefit of time travel. He has always been an ordinary person, and suddenly he has space magic.

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