A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

Reinhardt City.

"Miss Lavoie, are you there?" Beora walked into the kitchen area of ​​the castle and looked up to search for Lavoie.

The kitchen was very busy in the evening, after all, dinner for the entire castle staff had to be prepared before nightfall.

"Miss Beora, you came just in time, we are about to start." Lavoie walked out of the corner and looked at Beora with a slight smile.

Whether it’s windy or rainy, or whether giants are sieging the city, the city keeps running...

From here we can see how much people trust the Guardians of the North...

As an outsider, Beora feels that Reinhardt City has done a much better job of uniting the people and appeasing the people than Mel City.

The people in the north are "united as one" in the true sense.

"Miss Beora, please come this way." After saying hello, Lavoie led Beora deep into the kitchen to a place where other servants would not be disturbed.

All kinds of ingredients have been prepared.

Beora quickly glanced at it, and sure enough, there were several flavors she had never seen before...

"...Well...then I'll explain it to Miss Beora while I'm doing it..." Lavoie skillfully wielded the kitchen knife and cut several common... The ingredients were taken and cut into pieces at once.

"By the way, Miss Beora, the roots of this ash potato must be removed, otherwise it will affect the taste of the soup."

"Well, I know."

Ash potatoes are Korulu's favorite food in the academy. How could Beora not know how to deal with them?

“And then there’s the thistle carrot…”

"Don't pick the flowers, peel them, and cut their hearts." Beora answered quickly.

"It seems that Miss Beora is also an expert... Let me focus on the key points."

After several conversations, there was no doubt about Beora's cooking skills, and Lavoie became more comfortable in cooking.

Finally arrived at the first unfamiliar ingredient.

"I wonder if Miss Beora knows this kind of grass. People in the north usually call it 'dragonthorn grass'."

"...Dragonthorn grass...I've never heard of this...Does it only grow in the north?" Beora carefully recalled the various medicinal materials or herbs in her memory. For alchemy materials and even ingredients, I have never heard the name of this grass, let alone seen it.

"And what should we do with this kind of grass? There are so many sharp thorns, won't they prick your mouth?"

"This is the 'point' I'm talking about. We generally don't remove the thorns on this kind of grass." Lavoie answered.

But I really didn’t taste any spikes when I drank the soup...

Seeing Beora's slightly distressed look, Lavoie smiled slightly and said:

"Because, these thorns will dissolve when exposed to heat. Rather, the essence of the entire grass is contained in these thorns..."

"Oh...this is quite an experience...there is such a magical plant..." Beora nodded thoughtfully.

Chop the dragonthorn grass into pieces and put it aside for later use. Lavoie picked up a fruit as red as blood.

"This is..." Beora asked.

"Dragon Heart Fruit." Lavoie introduced.

Indeed, just looking at the appearance, the red skin with irregular vein-like protrusions really looks like a heart...

But why is it called "Dragon Heart"?

It can also be called "ox heart" or "pig heart"...

"When cooking dragon heart fruit, remember not to use a knife." Lavoie put down the kitchen knife in his hand and picked up the mallet beside him.

dong dong!Boom!

As he spoke, Lavoie began to smash the dragon heart fruit on the chopping board, seemingly not worrying about damaging it at all.

"Huh?" Beora noticed that the dragon heart fruit became more and more elastic after being smashed again and again. In the end, it started to beat on its own...

Is this a plant or an animal...

"Huh..." Lavoie was exhausted after swinging the stick so many times.

But the results were remarkable. The Dragon Heart Fruit was beating crazily at this moment, with a frequency far exceeding any heartbeat.

You can still vaguely see the faint shimmer emanating from the peel.

"As you can see... the dragon heart fruit needs to be beaten repeatedly to activate the pulp. If you cut it hastily with a knife, it will completely harden the moment it comes into contact with the air and will no longer be edible. ." Taking a breath, Lavoie explained.

"...It's really...physical work..."

Should it be said that it deserves to be the northern border? You can cook any dish with a fighting spirit...

"Then, next..." After a short break, Lavoie finally took out the last unfamiliar ingredient.

A dish of unknown powder.

"Is this again?" Beora took a look and saw that it was the most normal of the three ingredients so far.

"This is powder made from the horn of a dragon." Lavoie said with a smile.

"hiss......"

Beora quickly instinctively protected her head...

This material is a bit strong...

"Please don't worry, Miss Beora, these are the scales or head horns naturally replaced by the Coleman dragon. There is absolutely no injury to any dragon."

"...Um, should this be put directly into the soup?" Beora asked a little unnaturally.

"...Of course I won't do this. I believe most people won't be able to accept it. This is how this flavor is actually used..."

As he spoke, Lavoie grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the fire, sparking a fire for a moment.

"Could it be used as a catalyst?"

This is no longer cooking...this is alchemy...

"Well, although it is no longer testable, it is said that people in the north used to sprinkle a pinch of this powder into the fire when cooking. We still don't know why and whether it has any actual effect...but It’s still passed down like this.”

Lavoie explained.

"...It's for divination, maybe..." Beora had heard of this.

"It is very possible that the prophets are said to be able to see the past, present and future from the burning fire..."

Lavoie washed the remaining powder in the water that was about to be put into the pot, and then filtered it out.

Although I didn’t eat the soup directly, this is...

How strange...

After completing all preparations, Lavoie poured water into the pot and added various basic ingredients in sequence.

"Sit down and wait for a while, Miss Beora. These ordinary ingredients need time to be fully simmered." After Lavoie finished speaking, he motioned for Beora to sit down.

"Miss Lavoie's cooking skills are amazing. She must have been taught by an expert." Beora chatted.

"...Not really, the only thing I can do is these few dishes...and there is no expert advice..." Lavoie mentioned this Something happened, and the mood fluctuated obviously.

As Sophia's cousin, she actually holds such a position. I guess there must be some unknown reasons behind it...

Beora changed the topic wisely:

"Speaking of which, Lavoie, why do the three unconventional ingredients used in this soup have names related to dragons?"

This is also an issue that Beora is very concerned about.

"...Well, I don't know much about this. That's what the older generation calls them..."

"Maybe it's because people from the north have a soft spot for Yalong."

"Yeah......"

Since it is tradition, Beora has nothing to say.

Gudu Gudu...

There was a bubbling sound from the pot on the side.

"That's almost it. It's time to add the last two ingredients." Lavoie stood up and returned to the stove.

"Miss Beora, look at the dragon heart fruit, cut it open like this..."

The still-beating dragon heart fruit was cut open by Lavoie with a knife.

Wrapped under the tough peel, the thick liquid that has been beaten into blood-like juice flows out and enters the originally ordinary vegetable soup. It is fully mixed under Lavoie's careful stirring and turns into a pot of red wine. Medium to pink look.

That's right, this is what Beora looked like when she saw it for the first time...

"......at last......"

Lavoie sprinkled the last bits of dragonthorn grass on the surface of the soup, officially joining this "big family". Sure enough, as Lavoie said, the spikes quickly softened until they became one with the soup body. A strange aroma slowly floated out from the pot and entered the nostrils of everyone in the kitchen.

So far, this thick soup with a very high "dragon" content has been made...

Lavoie filled a bowl of freshly cooked soup and handed it to Beora:

"Miss Beora, this is the complete recipe of this 'Aron's Special'."

"Have you learned it?"