Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

The appearance of Morrigan, the banshee version, made Finnaval suspicious. After the three of them quickened their pace, the agreed duel location arrived soon.

Passing through the woods, you can see a relatively open view in front of you. There is a road sandwiched between two small hills, which is about the width of two four-wheeled chariots running side by side.

When the sun crossed and rose to the height of the mountain, the opponent finally appeared.The notorious Ulster warrior stood on the chariot pulled by the horses. Nachrantel narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the tension and sweat dripping from the place where the palm meets the handle of the spear in his hand.

Nachrantel is a man who is afraid of death.

He never denies it, although "fear of death" seems undignified for a warrior.

From the moment he became sensible, he learned his fate from his mother.So he practiced the art of spear hard, searched for the wise men of the forest, and tried to find clues to avoid death from them.

Those pity words have been lingering in his heart, and he has never let go for a moment——

[You will die at Cu Chulainn's hands in Ulster, my child. 】

[If you insist on escaping from fate, a greater disaster will come. 】

【However, there is indeed a slim chance...】

[Let's go to Finnaval. 】

[Forget about dignity and beg her, maybe God will hang down the spider's thread to rescue the unsaved sinner. 】

He subconsciously looked behind, and found that the princess wearing a cloak and veil was sitting upright, like a noble lady who was about to watch wild beasts fighting in a cage.And the girl whom he had placed high hopes on was dozing off with her eyes closed.

It seems that God has no intention of hanging down the spider's silk, God just wants to sleep.

"..."

Nachrantel twitched the corners of her mouth and made a gesture to Finnaval. The princess nodded suddenly, and hurriedly pushed the little girl:

"Truth, truth!"

"Ok?"

The little girl barely struggled out of hibernation, her eyes were ignorant.

"Didn't you say you would protect me and Naqi?"

The princess looked expectantly at the truth.

In the past 16 years, Finnaval has never received the love of a man in her true colors. Nachrantel's demeanor fascinated her. Even if the other party only promised marriage instead of love, the princess was willing to be used by him.

"The Cu Chulainn of Ulster has a bad reputation, and I'm worried about Natch... the truth."

Fenner Val asked cautiously,

"If I can't marry Naqi, I will fall into the hands of my mother again. You promised to help me."

After seeing Truth's terrifying ability to dismiss Morrigan clones at will, the princess became much more cautious when talking to Truth.

——After all, she, like Nachrantel, must rely on the pity of the truth to get rid of the imprisonment of a certain fate.

It's just that Finnaval has escaped Maeve, and the entity of Nachrantel's tragic fate is in sight.

Blue hair and red eyes, wild smile.

Although he doesn't have a beard on his face, the fishy smell and killing intent around him are enough to prove his maturity as a soldier.

Alone, but accomplished the great feat of stopping Connaught's tens of thousands of troops, any man who can keep awake in the face of honor will tremble with fear.

Nachrantel tried his best to restrain his desire to surrender early. He had to fight Cu Chulainn. Only by surviving this battle could he escape the ominous omen of fate.

"Are you Nachrantel?"

Slightly sarcastic tone.

Cu Chulainn is a seasoned warrior, and he can naturally distinguish between real and fake fearlessness.The fear of the warrior in front of him was about to burst out like a ghost, which made Cu Chulainn very bored.

The one-man-a-day duel agreement reached with Connaught gave both sides a chance to breathe, but for Cu Chulainn, it was more important to gain joy and honor from the battle than to avoid injury.

A real battle requires equal fighting spirit on both sides, and slaughtering the weak and cowardly is only a necessary process for victory, not Cu Chulainn's favorite plot.

The young soldier narrowed his eyes lazily, and said to the driver beside him:

"It seems that there is no one in Connaught, and the person sent today is a coward. You can wish me victory in advance, Rigg."

The driver matched his contemptuous attitude:

"The other party also brought a woman here. They must have known their lack of self-awareness and used it to bribe you."

The two came and went, talking very tacitly, and they didn't pay attention to their opponents at all.

Fennerval clenched her fingers angrily and complained to the truth:

"What a rude and obnoxious man, not as personable as my Nucky."

"is it?"

Truth glanced at Cu Chulainn, sniffed lightly, wrapped her plush cloak tightly, and said weakly,

"The things you humans hate taste pretty good."

For example, Cu Chulainn who is hated, and Maeve who is hated.

Although the taste is not as pure as that of Jill and Saiki, it is still unique.

If it weren't for the hibernation response triggered by the cooling, the truth of being hungry for so long would have been dependent on it.

But now... before the delicious food, she was more worried about letting the big plush cloak, which was the source of warmth, be ventilated.

After making up for Finaval, Master Truth will live in a warm place!

The conscience monster made up his mind.

She yawned, muttering to herself why the two hadn't started fighting yet, she looked up and met a pair of red eyes.

The ferocious beast seemed to follow the driver's words, and there was no love and pity for women in those red eyes, and the sharp hostility was undisguised.

Truth blinked and let out an eh.

This person—does he hate her? !

The little girl stared at Cu Chulainn in amazement until he raised half of his eyebrows and bared his teeth fiercely at her.

Truth's eyes widened.

- Wow!I really hate her!

As a hero of Ulster, Cu Chulainn naturally hated the murderers who invaded the motherland, regardless of gender.

In the past, if the human beings she liked didn't like her, the truth would be a little frustrated.

But it's different now!

An excellent gourmet master must learn to constantly reflect on himself and learn lessons from failure cases.But after experiencing the case of [being favored in Uruk, and the final outcome failed], the truth understands a truth——

An excellent gourmet master must keep an emotional distance from his ration!

Too much emotional involvement will have a negative impact on the quality of rations, and because things are rare and expensive, and too much is easy to get tired, it will also make you lose your original intention for food.

How sad it is to be impatient with the things you like!

so!A ration that is extraordinarily indifferent to oneself and even loathes oneself is the right choice!

Truth's drowsiness suddenly halved, she poked her head out from under the hood, sat upright, and stared at Cu Chulainn with piercing eyes.

look!One who hates Lord Truth!Living human beings!

What an exhilarating experience!