Otherworldly Apprentice Lich and Foot Knight

What John provided them, apart from a seemingly safe environment, was a carriage that could be called a "dining car". Inside was a kitchen, with various seasonings from this world, and some basic materials .Salt is absolutely essential, oil is butter, and all kinds of sauces, sweet or salty or weird.

"Sure enough, I'm not jealous." Zhou Lingke said this with a strange sense of pride.

"This should be vinegar. This place is indeed very similar to the Middle Ages in the West." But Xia An was knocking on the outer wall of a clay pot, saying a different opinion.

"Is there vinegar?" Zhou Lingke looked over curiously. It turns out that the ancient West also had such things as vinegar?Don't laugh at his ignorance, he really doesn't know.But it doesn't need to be as sensitive as Xia An, he frowned after smelling it, "It has a sour smell, but why... it smells like moldy wine?"

"Because this is wine that has been aged for a long time."

"Huh?" Zhou Lingke was embarrassed.

Xia An then educated someone on popular science. The sealing methods in the West in the Middle Ages were very bad. The time for wine to be kept fresh after brewing was very short. After a long time, it would turn sour, so it changed from wine to vinegar.

"I forgot which country. There was a prince who bought too much wine, but the wine was about to expire, so he summoned a group of ministers to drink with him. As a result, the prince drank too much and drowned."

"Pfft!" Zhou Lingke laughed, "I don't know whether to say that this prince is a money addict or an alcoholic. But this vinegar tastes really bad." He put down the long-handled spoon he had just used to dip the grape vinegar in, "Taste It smells like it smells, a musty smell."

"It should also be the reason for the poor sealing." Xia An nodded, "Anyway, it's not a necessity, so don't use it."

They then found a large bottle of petals, but the petals were spicy.There is also a fruit that looks and is the same size as a pear but tastes like garlic.

There is no rice here, but there is something similar to flour, but obviously the process of grinding flour is not good, the flour is gray, and the grains are large, and there are a lot of wheat bran, straw and even fine sand mixed in it.

But seeing these bags of flour made them the happiest thing today—only they knew how much they missed buns, dumplings, sesame seed cakes, and steamed buns.Of course, rice is also missed, but not too extravagant.

The first thing they did was to find a cloth that was reasonably breathable, and made two homemade flour sifters. The two of them sat outside, sifting, and Zhou Lingke began to teach Xia An some simple words.Who knew half the sieve old John came, stared at the sieve for a long time, and then asked, "Is this a filter?"

"This is a flour sieve." Following Old John's question, an alchemy table similar to a chemical experiment table automatically appeared in Zhou Lingke's head. There was a prop on it, which was a reduced version of a flour sieve. This is what Old John said about filtering device.

"You use alchemy props for food? Don't you think this is a meaningless waste of time?"

"Then how not to waste time? Eat these flours directly?"

"Of course." Old John replied very simply, he paused and continued, "So this is only the food of the inferior people."

"Then what do the upper class eat?" Xia An interposed, a bit risky, but this was also his temptation, to test the attitude of the old mage, so as to grasp the standard of getting along with each other in the future.

Old John glanced at him, and didn't reprimand or show disgust, just looked at him very simply.Then he waved his hand, and a fruit the size of a human head flew out of the carriage. The fruit looked like a durian, but it didn't have that foul smell, only a faint sweetness.Both of them thought it was a kind of fruit, and wanted to fiddle with it after finishing the staple food.

Somehow, Old John had a dagger in his hand. He cut some fruit peels, and the dagger disappeared again.His hands were withered and thin like his age, but it was these hands that easily opened the fruit, revealing the slightly yellowed flesh inside: "This is Fulita." Old John said, Zhou Lingke's head I can’t automatically come up with similar words, but it’s not like there are similar foods on the earth. It’s appropriate to call it breadfruit. “Dug out the pulp and bake it. For other foods, spread the fruit with butter and bake it. Humans soak the petals of Duo Kan, and then roast them.”

Old John is obviously disgusted, probably because he thinks these two people are too incompetent?

Zhou Lingke and Xia An looked at each other, and honestly expressed that they would try their best to make "superior food" for Old John.

In fact, almost everyone in China has a hidden attribute, that is, full cooking skills, but because of the environment and other reasons, this skill may not necessarily show up.Several of Xia An's friends who have gone abroad have confirmed the existence of this skill - in China, they are masters who don't even clean the dishes. After three months abroad, they have already used pots and pans very smoothly.

Xia An and Zhou Lingke had lived together for nearly four years, and both of them knew how to cook simple meals.It turned out that when we were in the woods, due to material constraints, it was enough for the two of us to have enough to eat. If we ate well... then forget it.

But now, it is obviously different.

Make breakfast, study, work out, make lunch, study, work out, make dinner, study, sleep.This is the schedule of Zhou Lingke and Xia An within more than a month, which makes both of them feel like they have returned to their school days.Of course, that was when ignoring the strange undead around.

"!" Zhou Lingke opened his mouth and sat up from the bed with a silent scream—he had a nightmare, and this is another carriage. Compared to the dining car, this is their bedroom.

Pressing his forehead with his hands, Zhou Lingke breathed heavily in the dark, his body was wet and greasy with sweat, making him uncomfortable.A hand lightly patted on his back, stroking with the most gentle force.

"Sorry for waking you up again." Zhou Lingke tilted his head and looked at Xia An.

"It's okay, if you don't wake me up, I'll wake you up too." Xia An smiled. His hands were wearing special gloves made by two people. They looked extremely ugly, but at least they could make Xia En feel uncomfortable. Will always accidentally catch something bad.

"Are you having nightmares too?" Zhou Lingke lay back and touched Xia En's shoulder, the scales felt slippery to the touch.

"Well, but I forgot what the dream was. I just know it's definitely not a beautiful dream." Xia En sighed, and from lying on his side to lying on his back, Zhou Lingke's hand naturally slipped to his chest, and he could clearly feel the dream. to the beating heart in his chest.

"I still remember what I dreamed just now." Zhou Lingke closed his eyes and said, the heartbeat was also soothing and hypnotic, "I dreamed that I died and became one of those walking dead outside, and then I killed you We are all bones piled up on the altar."

"If you die together, it's not a nightmare."

"But there is still a follow-up. We have all become those ghosts. We all know that we need to find someone important, but I don't know you anymore. I pass you by again and again, but I just can't recognize you. Every day Still only howling and looking for you. Your heart beats faster, do you want to do it?"

"Your speaking style has changed too quickly, right?" Xia En sighed helplessly. "Besides, you already have the answer yourself. Do you still need to ask me?"

"Boss, I love you." Zhou Lingke smiled, turned around, and climbed onto Xia En...

The carriage in the dark night made a rhythmic creaking sound, but it was not so obvious in the wailing of the undead coming and going, or the collision and friction of skeletons.

In the early morning, Xia En was still sleeping, and Zhou Lingke sat alone on the ground outside, rarely reading or exercising.He was looking at the undead, and the ones hanging around him and Sean were all "human-looking", definitely more like living people than the cos zombies on earth, in other words, they were higher-level undead.

But no matter how "like" they are dead, and seeing these guys come and go too much, sometimes Zhou Lingke will have the illusion that he is dead too.He who stands there now is actually one of them, but he doesn't know it.Xia En and him also have a similar feeling, so the two of them will toss together whenever they have time, doing things that dead people can never do to prove that each other is alive with their scalding body temperature and heartbeat.

Zhou Lingke stood up and decided to cook.

"Come to drink porridge?"

"..." Zhou Lingke had given up teaching Old John to correct his pronunciation, "I got up late and was going to cook."

"Eating is a problem. I have a lot of opinions on you who have never thought about letting me taste those delicious foods. In addition, I am here to tell you that you should not go hunting in the distance recently. Those little bugs It's already around, but they have some very interesting alchemy tools that I can't find."

Regarding Old John's first question, Zhou Lingke just wanted to say: You are the one who said not to eat the food of inferior people.But the second question made him shut up.He was thinking about how to get in touch with those "little bugs".Old John did not turn around and leave after finishing speaking, but took the hand of the skeleton beside him, gently stroking the severely worn finger bones of the skeleton, and suddenly asked: "Come and drink porridge, give me a little time, this old man, listen How about I tell you a story?"