Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

The two of them, one in front and one behind, went home with big and small bags.

He bought another chicken for nearly 1 silver. Holly opened the door and let go of his hands. The chicken with its feet bound was thrown to the ground and began to flap its wings desperately, flying feathers all over the place.

"Old man, I'm back...Huh?"

When I got home, it wasn't my master who opened the door to greet me, but a red-haired beauty.

Hawley gestured to Bobby to introduce him with his eyes, but the transmission of the eye wave failed. Bobby didn't speak, but took out the long sword from the back of the chair with his backhand, and walked over aggressively.

As soon as the sword was pulled out, it was like a mother bringing out a clothes hanger and a father pulling out a belt, seeing Holly's conditioned reflex pain in his buttocks.

He retreated again and again, half of his foot stepped out of the threshold: "Wait a minute, Master, I was wrong! I will clean up the floor, you stop first, I have brought a person with me."

Pulling the black-robed skeleton in front of him, Wilmer's skeletal palm was accidentally exposed because of his excessive movement.

Bobby was so frightened that he flicked the whole body, and Alena saw it too, and rushed over, staring at the skeleton in amazement.

Without waiting for the others to react, Hawley simply lifted the hood slightly, and Wilmer's face was revealed in front of them.

The air froze for a few seconds.

"You just said you brought a 'person' back?" Bobby confirmed to him with a trembling voice.

"Yes... yes." Holly was a little puzzled, after all, Master used to be a bounty hunter, so he should have come into contact with many other races.From the looks of it, maybe I haven't seen it.

Or was Alena the first to realize something: "This is... an undead?"

Wilmer didn't respond, and the dull energy in his heart surged up again.

Sure enough, it's better to cover up - his disgusting appearance will not change at all because of Holly's attitude of treating him as a normal person.

He buried his head lower, trying to put his hat back on.

However, the movement was interrupted, and Holly took him into the room forcefully, and explained to the other two as he walked: "Yes, it is indeed an undead. I bought it from the slave market and planned to let him help me open it." Tavern."

Then briefly introduce Wilmer and Wilmer's current situation to them.

The boy kept silent about his origin, only saying that he came out of the dark cave, was tricked into being sold as a slave on the way, and came to Svia King City after several twists and turns.

"Of course, the buyer will use the pocket money I have saved."

He yanked the purse off his belt and tossed it to Bobby, added.

Holding the purse firmly, Bobby didn't have time to count how much was left, he was still in the aftertaste of shock.

Slowing down a bit, Bobby grabbed the flopping chicken with a stiff face, and pretended to be calm: "Didn't you always sneer at the slave trade?"

"Sniffing and unwillingness to help are two different things." Holly pushed the skeleton to the table and sat down, patted his head with one hand to comfort him.

He was the first to see the master lose his composure, and joked, "Why, you don't have a cleanliness now? Do you think you won't have to clean the floor later?"

The ice elemental magic solidified a few pieces of chicken feathers. Before Holly could speak, the frozen chicken feathers flew past his ear like an arrow and stuck into the wooden wall behind him.

Holly laughed more and more wildly, and his laughter was full of joyful atmosphere of master-student love.

The bright red figure laughed out loud without mercy.

Bobby was full of depression, snorted coldly, went into the kitchen to kill chickens and bleed, and introduced to each other for the two who had lost their teachers and friends.

"She's Alena, my old friend...here, this is the good apprentice I mentioned to you earlier, Hawley."

The word "good" was bitten very hard, but no one cared.

The two sides met each other and hit it off.

There was a tacit understanding of the same trench, so they looked at each other meaningfully and smiled.

After a toss, it was almost evening, and Holly had to cook some food to entertain the two new guests at home.

After fastening his apron and rolling up his sleeves, he handled the chicken that Bobby had prepared neatly.Then call Wilmer and teach him how to cook the stove step by step.

When the water boils, put in the ginger slices and chop the chicken into small pieces and blanch.

Except for spices, most of the money was used to buy high-quality wheat flour; and the remaining small change was spent on big bags of dried shiitake mushrooms.

Ordinary fungus food is like beans in this world, everywhere.

If the mushrooms are cooked well, it will be as fragrant as meat, and it is the choice of most commoners when cooking.

Boil another pot of water, this time add more soaked dried shiitake mushrooms and scallions.

Codonopsis pilosula and wolfberry are even better, icing on the cake.

At this time, Hawley would miss the convenience era before traveling through everything he wanted.Although in the magical world, plants are especially complicated, and he can find substitutes for many vegetables.

But it's a pity that more raw materials can be obtained because of technology, or can't grow at all.

Alaina was curious about it, and she asked Holly every time he took a step.

Just like this moment, Alena saw Holly put the lid on the pot and cook the chicken over low heat.

She reminded: "Did you put salt?"

Holly explained while kneading the noodles: "Adding salt at the beginning of the stew will easily make the chicken dry."

He couldn't get Alaina to understand what water seeps out and the protein coagulates, thus making the chicken shrink, so he could only answer as concisely as possible.

Although the group of small skeletons watching the fire didn't move, it was strange that Holly could feel that Wilmer was paying attention and listening carefully.

Telepathy?Hawley sighed with some amusement.He and the Wilmer in his previous life also had an inexplicable connection and feeling.

Can an enemy become a friend... Maybe, he and the undead knight have such a delicate relationship.

During the chat, time passed quickly.

After several times of cooking, the dough has almost woken up.Hawley gradually rolled out the dough, folded it, and cut it into strips.

Chicken soup filled every corner of the room, there were four people present, and four gluttons were hooked.

Go find rice and wash it clean.

Yes, there are meters in this era.

However, because the price is a bit expensive, and the food direction is biased towards bread and Western-style stews, people will not give priority to rice.

Of course, the possibility of not doing it well and doing it badly cannot be ruled out.

When the lid is opened, hot air blows towards the face, the chicken soup is clear and clear, with a little oil slick floating on the surface.Scoop a spoonful to taste, without losing the rich and mellow flavor of chicken.

Part of the soup was separated, and Hawley set up another pot, put in the washed rice, and prepared to make chicken porridge for Wilmer alone.

There are two earthen stoves specially built in the house, so there is no delay in cooking.

Cook the hand-rolled noodles in boiling water, then remove and rinse with cold water.

Blanch a few slices of brassica, top with chicken broth, spread the chicken, and sprinkle some chopped green onions.

Bobby came over with his apprentice's skills all these years, and immediately realized that it was a great success.He quickly grabbed a bowl of noodles, took it to the dining table and began to chew.

Although she was dumbfounded, Alena had never smelled such a tempting fragrance, so she didn't care about making fun of her bastard old friend, and followed her to bring her own share.

Something like two sticks won't work, and Holly has a fork for her.

The noodles are tightly wrapped in the soup, which is very soft in the mouth, and the gravy spreads throughout the mouth, so sweet that you can't wait to swallow your tongue.

Mushrooms and stewed chicken soup are a perfect match. The unique freshness of the mushrooms perfectly blends with the original meaty aroma of the chicken, and then bursts and rises to an inextricably delicious level.

One mouthful of noodles, one mouthful of soup, the warmth soothed the stomach, and flowed to the whole body, sweeping away Alena's exhaustion from traveling here for days.

It was an indescribable sense of happiness—she couldn't help thinking of home and the tender embrace of her parents.

——Thus, the warm current circulated in the body, and finally gathered in the heart.

"It's so delicious, so delicious..."

Reluctant to stop to catch her breath, she stuffed food into her mouth one after another, and praised vaguely.

Bobby, who was struggling to finish the noodles, had time to say more: "The cooking skills have not regressed, that's good."

That made Alena's teeth itch with hatred, and she kicked him under the table with a force called "jealousy".

Holly smiled and said nothing, turning his head to focus on the porridge cooking in front of him.

In his previous life, apart from training, he was training, spending his life improving his swordsmanship.I am exhausted every day, but I still insist on cooking for me.

Because that's when you really feel good about yourself.

The higher the status, the higher the salary and rewards you get when you are promoted to the leader of the Knights.

He can buy ingredients that he couldn't find in the past, and spices that he couldn't afford.

Naturally, culinary skills cannot be regressed, or even become better than before... But the people of the past are no longer there, and there is no real heart-to-heart and close people around to share, so what's the point.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wilmer curled up next to him, poking the firewood with the tongs.

"Hungry?" Holly asked.

More than gluttony, Wilmer had never felt such hunger: it was worse than not eating for two days, or being punched in the stomach by someone else.

"Gululu——" the stomach screamed hunger for the master, he was extremely embarrassed, his face seemed to be licked by the tongue of fire.Clutching his stomach, he wished he could shrink into the fire.

A palm suddenly dropped above his head, and Wilmer subconsciously raised his arms in defense.Before he could be beaten for a long time, he opened his eyes and peeked.

I saw the man's astonished face, and the stagnant hand in mid-air finally slowly landed on top of his head, stroking gently.

"Don't worry, no one will laugh at you. If you don't make a big mistake, I won't hit you casually." Holly's duck voice is not very pleasant, but Wilmer's voice feels like a trickle, rushing back to his cheeks Shame.

"I used to be lazy in sword practice, and the old man Bobby found out, and I was fined not to eat for an afternoon.

"I woke up hungry in the middle of the night, got up and went to the kitchen to steal some food. At that time, I was angry and hungry, so I ate up the white bread that the old man bought specially. The old man didn't find out, and was furious at the mice in the house. ... But since then , he never hungry me again.”

At this time, Bobby interrupted leisurely: "Do you really think I didn't find out? Comparing you to a mouse, I can't tell, and now I dare to feel complacent."

With a froze smile on his face, Holly cleared his throat and prepared the wooden bowl as if nothing had happened.

Wilmer didn't laugh out of face, his shoulders shrugged slightly.

How could he not know that Holly wanted to comfort him with embarrassing things, to expose the embarrassment just now.

When Holly took the bowl, his eyes stayed on Wilmer for a long time.

Although he was determined to buy the little skull, he may run away if he is not familiar with it, and his character remains to be seen.

But this does not prevent Hawley from feeling sorry for him: Because of his appearance and background, he has caused many misfortunes, and no one knows how much pain a half-old child has experienced.

Wilmer's previous defensive action really startled him, and when he realized it, he almost didn't regret it and rushed back to beat up the slave trader.

...It's strange, how come I died once, and when I came back, I became more sentimental and my heart became softer.

It is not a good thing to flood.

The porridge is almost cooked, and when the lid is lifted, the porridge noodles are bubbling and bubbling, and each bubble has an aroma different from that of pure chicken soup.

The meat is finely chopped, like vegetables and mushrooms, and melted into the thick thin rice.

When scooping it into the bowl, some rice grains stick to the spoon and refuse to fall, making people salivate more and more.

There was a faint cramping in his stomach, and Wilmer felt very painful, and he crazily hoped that such a sweet punishment would pass quickly.

Or stay away from this room, at least don't let him smell a little bit.

The person who bought him seemed kind-hearted, and hoped that they would eat well and give them some rations, and then he would definitely use his labor to pay back.

Wilmer didn't think of any good treatment for him at all, so when Holly presented the porridge to him, he still froze and didn't move.

"Hold it steady, go to the table to eat, remember to take the spoon."

"This is... mine?" Wilmer couldn't believe it, his voice trembling.

"Of course it's your portion. If you think it's not enough, I'll make more for you in the future. On our way back, you said that you can only eat half full and that you shouldn't eat more in your current state. I also cooked porridge for you to digest. "

It was made especially for him...?

Strangely, Wilmer felt his heart sore and his fingertips tingling.But he held the side of the bowl firmly, and carefully served it, so as not to let the porridge spill out.

The white thick rice is soaked in the light yellow soup, it seems to be one, and it seems to be just embracing each other.

Give it a stir and you'll find more greens and browns hiding in it.It is like a painting, dotted with colorful colors, but it is more attractive than a painting,

Scoop a spoonful into your mouth and melt in your mouth with almost no chewing required.

The dense taste touches the tip of the tongue, penetrates the depths of the soul, and then gently pulls out people's fantasies about all the beauty and warmth.

The two adults swept their faces away, scrambling for porridge.

Without paying attention, teardrops filled to the limit slipped down the eye sockets.

Wilmer secretly wiped it with his sleeve amidst the noise, so as not to stain the food in front of him with tears.

Holly saw everything in his eyes, and he didn't know what it was like, so he sighed deeply.

Everyone ate this dinner until their stomachs were full, and they slumped on their chairs to rest for a long time before doing their own things.

After washing the dishes, Hawley went upstairs to rummage through the cabinets and found some clean clothes in his room.

The half-sized man not only eats the poor man, but also wears the poor man.

Puberty is extremely fast, and he is worrying about what to do with the clothes that have become smaller, and now he finally has a place to use.

Hot water was boiled for Wilmer to take a bath, and Holly helped wash the dirt off the bones.

In the steaming room, there was the sound of dripping water, and occasional conversations.

At first, Hawley was interested in Wilmer's body structure, so he rushed to help wipe his back.

He observed that although the chest and ribs of this little skeleton were hollow, there seemed to be an invisible barrier, which could not be touched inside, let alone penetrated.

In his previous life, because of the camp struggle, he faced swords with many soldiers of the undead army, and he only learned a little more about ordinary people: the body form is the state when they transform into undead—in simple terms, it is the appearance of the corpse:

Besides, how to kill them.

The undead rely on the soul core to survive, just like humans rely on the brain and heart.That layer of barrier is probably used to protect the soul core.

He also asked some questions about where the food went and how to excrete it, which made Wilmer very embarrassed, and he hesitated to answer.

"According to the condition of the body...a skeleton like me, it is almost useless to excrete...the food will be converted into energy and stored in the body."

Holly understood that this answer was similar to that of the undead knight with the same name. The latter's answer made more additions: energy needs to be consumed during the day, otherwise it will hurt the body if it reaches the limit.

While washing and washing, Hawley found that Wilmer's back bones, including the spine, were covered with large and small scratches.

The scratches were not deep, but they were engraved on human bones, which was shocking.As long as you are not a hard-hearted person, you will be somewhat touched when you see the appearance of the junior.

I want to ask, but I can't ask, because these may be Wilmer's painful memories.

"Does it hurt?" Holly's hoarse voice became hoarse.

Wilmer squatted in the bidet and wiped his body carefully.The traces on the bones represent the scabs or scars left on the body.The hot water was poured on the back, coupled with Holly's not-so-gentle way of rubbing his back, it was actually a bit itchy like a fire.

Hearing this, he said without hesitation: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Answering irrelevant questions, Hawley didn't correct him, and became even more silent.

The next cleaning Wilmer could do by himself, Holly said jokes like "the shame of taking care of children in the bath" and left the bathroom.

After leaving the room, he really wanted to have a cigarette.Fortunately and unfortunately, the world is free of tobacco.

Everything that happened today was like a dream.

Wilmer sat quietly in the bathtub, his whole body was wrapped in slightly hot water, not as warm as his heart.

His face was vaguely reflected in the water, and he looked at himself with panic for no reason.

——What if all this is false?Run, run far again, and find your way back to the Dark Hollow.

I have experienced too many disappointments, and there is no shortage of this one.But it is precisely because there is too little warmth, as eye-catching as the moon hanging high in the night, as soon as he looks up, he can recall the beauty he once had.

Take a small bite to absorb the sweetness in the memory, and it is only now that it lasts.

... So tired, but he was so tired, it didn't matter if he had a place to stay for a while, and he begged for more time like this.

If it was all a dream...

He stood up suddenly and broke the water, shattering the lights and reflections.Wilmer packed himself as quickly as possible, put on clean clothes, and opened the door.

As far as he could see, the man was still there - he was leaning against the wall, his black shattered hair hanging down his forehead, and his already slightly soft facial lines made his temperament more gentle.

Holly was still waiting for him.It was as if, as if it had been waiting for him.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in my heart. Wilmer was swallowed up like a storm, but the tide ebbed extremely quickly and disappeared in an instant.

"The children are asleep?"

"Sleeping." Bobby brought Alena a chair.

Alena didn't sit down, but closed her eyes to sense the airflow for a long time.After confirming that there was no one outside the window, he said straightforwardly: "Truman is secretly sending people to monitor us and is ready to strike at any time."

This sentence contains too much information, Bobby digested it, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

—He had no doubts about the truth of what Alena said.Although the two haven't seen each other for several years, they have been partners for decades.

Besides, Alena is now a well-known pirate captain, and the source of the news is undoubtedly based on her communication range.It was a matter of life, and she would never joke about it.

As for surveillance, Alaina is an excellent assassin, needless to say about her stealth and detection abilities, she must have obtained some evidence herself to tell him with such certainty.

In this way, his every move has been secretly observed, but he didn't notice it at all... Bobby's back felt cold.

Truman Nathan—this guy Bobby couldn't forget.

It can be said that one of the major turning points in his life, the one that went downhill, is inseparable from this guy.

Alena, whom Bobby met when he was a bounty hunter, approached him one day and asked if she would like to work with a mercenary union to do tasks with a mercenary union, and the salary would be enough to eat and drink for several years.

Courage is the most indispensable thing to be a bounty hunter.But neither of them expected that doing this would cost them their careers.

There are more or less unwritten rules in every industry. In their line of work, there is a big taboo: no matter what job you take, you can't get involved in the camp struggle in the open.

Once standing in the team, reputation and reputation will be damaged, and reputation is very important to them, because it is related to whether employers will choose them in the future, it is a matter of livelihood.

As a result, during the mission, Bobby discovered that the employer of this mission was a member of the dark camp.

On the way back, news spread like wildfire that the ten mercenaries including him and Alaina were notorious, and the trade union was extremely depressed like the autumn wind passing by.

The president of the mercenary union, the wood mage who hid his involvement in the camp struggle before signing the agreement, was none other than Truman Nathan.

Why would Truman want to lay hands on them?

Now they need to know as much as possible what the purpose behind Truman is, so that they can deal with it better.

After thinking about it, the only contact they had had was the one they had thought of before.

"What is Truman doing now?" Bobby asked, rubbing the stubble on his chin.

"I think you should have known earlier than I did about the recruitment of soldiers by the Holy See of Light a few days ago. In fact, they not only recruited civilian children with magical talents to be trained as reserve knights, but also recruited professors."

"professor?"

"Yes, the Academy of Magic run by the Holy See is short of manpower, so during the recruiting time, the qualification examination for magic professors was privately opened. I don't know what method Truman used to enter that academy."

When Alaina said this, Bobby still didn't understand.

The two camps of light and darkness have always been at odds with each other. In recent years, the tense atmosphere has intensified.

Under such a tense relationship, if you want to stabilize the job given by the Holy See, you must pay attention to your own position.

Truman's intentions couldn't be more clear-the incident back then was directly involved in the dark camp, and several people in the team not only participated in it, but also fully knew the truth.

In order to secure a position, I want to completely obliterate them, to silence them.

As for why he did this, Bobby couldn't understand.

"What about the rest?"

He felt as if he had swallowed ten catties of rotten boiled beans.The most worrying thing now is his little apprentice.

"...Counting us, the other nine people, there are only three left."

"what?!"

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Bobby couldn't believe it: "You just said you brought a 'person' back?"

Holly: "Yeah...Yeah."

Bobby:?Do you want to listen to what you are talking about now.jpg

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Wilmer is such a sticky little guy, my mother felt a little distressed when she wrote it. (Hey! The corners of your mouth are obviously rising crazily!

In fact, it was because when I thought that these would be used to deceive Holly in the future, pretending to be poor bargaining chips, I just... Hehe!