Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

At the end of the long table, the aroma of tea is wafting, the red and white wines are displayed separately, and the glass jug reflects the colors clearly.

The semi-circular cover covered a large dinner plate, but it couldn't hide the smell of meat coming from it.

After the servant lifted the lid—the crispy maroon skin was exposed on the plate, and the white and tender meat slices were looming, and the clove-shaped meat slices were stacked in the shape of ducks.

Just by looking at the weight of the skin and flesh, you can clearly know how fat the lake ducks on the left island are.

"I've never seen such a tempting roast duck." A thick voice sounded, the owner of the voice was wearing a square cap, a red robe, and a necklace around his knees.

His eyes were bent, and the color below the brow arch was pale. "I think this roast duck should come from Nianhua Tavern."

"Such a special way of making it, and there are all kinds of weird ingredients." After a pause, he continued, "I just went there a few days ago, and the food there is really creative and delicious."

"You are right, Bishop Quentin." Donovan nodded.He let his servant wipe his hands clean with a wet towel, down to the fingertips.

Withdrawing his hand, Donovan picked up two thin wooden sticks and clamped them to the tiger's mouth.He is now very proficient in using chopsticks, almost inseparable.Unless you are eating sweets or meeting guests, the knife and fork next to you will basically never appear again.

Lifting his palm, Donovan said, "Please." Then he picked up a piece of duck meat and put it on the plate.

—— Quentin took this scene into his eyes, thoughtfully.

Chopsticks and the dishes of Nianhua Tavern not only have a deep influence on Lost Island, but have even penetrated into Longyi Fort...

The relationship between the two seems to go beyond the cooperation between Golden Rose Manor and Nianhua Tavern, Quentin guessed in his heart.If so, things may be potentially difficult today.

However, a kid who played truant from the training camp of the Cavalier Reserve Army has a good talent for cooking and selling wine, so he can settle down here.

Light magic is already the best gift God has given him, no matter how many there are, there shouldn't be any disturbances.

Quentin thought as he picked up the meat with a fork.

From the corner of the eye, Donovan caught a glimpse of it and tore open a film-like pie crust.He looked at the other party in surprise, because this is what a servant should serve.

Donovan dipped the duck in the black red sauce, then spread the center of the dough. "If you don't mind, Bishop Quentin, you can roll the pancakes with me, and the taste will be richer."

"Of course, I have been used to knives and forks for several years, but it restrains me." Quentin deepened his smile, and after cleaning his hands, picked up the meat slices in a similar manner.

The lotus leaf cake is as thin as a cicada's wing, almost the color of the palm of your hand.Quentin squinted his eyes and spread the cakes carefully, for fear that the scars on his hands would damage the crust of the cakes.

Glancing at this end, Donovan said casually, "The bishop was a man of the Knights, and I've heard of it for a long time."

Pick up a few pieces of shredded green onion, and roll it into a small square bag with the dough.A second before sending it into his mouth, Quentin paused for a moment, his hazel eyes filled with nostalgia.

He seemed to be completely lost in memory, only to pop out again in a split second.

"It's all old talk!" Quentin responded with a smile, and put the roast duck into his mouth.

The flexible dough is firmer and softer than white bread.The duck meat is incredibly tender, and with his teeth that have been weakened year by year, he clearly felt the moment when the tips of the teeth pierced the crispy skin.

The unique sweet and salty sauce won his heart.In his youth he had such a strong taste that time passed, and as he grew older, he was obliged to eat lightly, under the supervision and orders of his physicians.

The sweet noodle sauce is thick but not greasy, and the cake skin and duck meat are rich and full.Quentin chewed contentedly. It has to be said that it might be a good choice for Holly not to formally join the Knights in the end.

The two no longer needed to serve, and all the servants withdrew.When we met today, it was Donovan's treat, and he planned to discuss matters over wine and meat.

"Your Excellency, I have something to discuss with you when I come here this time." After chewing the last bite of roast duck, Quentin wiped the corner of his mouth slightly and said.

Donovan picked up a bowl of millet porridge and sipped it carefully: "Please tell me."

"In recent years, the alcoholic drink of Lost Island has been widely sold overseas. Because of its special nature, many magicians flock to it.

"Svia's Magic Association is so busy that it revolves around liquor all day long." Quentin continued with a low smile, "But they still don't understand how magic can get into wine."

"Once, I even heard that there was a crazy magician who wanted to arrest the owner of the Nianhua Tavern and ask him about it!"

Jin Tong didn't move for a moment, Donovan stared at the rice porridge in the bowl without saying a word.

Quentin was also looking at the other party's expression calmly, and seeing that he was still motionless, he continued talking on his own.

"Of course, although I only dealt with swords and swords in the first half of my life, I devoted myself to the Holy See of Light in the second half of my life. I don't know anything about magic.

"But talent and a body that is about to be disabled can't resist the old man's curiosity about this matter. I believe that everyone who has bought magic drinks thinks the same way."

Forked a piece of duck meat dipped in sauce alone, Quentin chewed it for a while, eating the meat alone was still delicious.

"Don't say it's me, the Holy See is also very interested in it."

Finally getting to the point, Donovan felt indifferent, even a little impatient.Long ago, he had heard that Quentin was a straightforward and friendly chief knight.

Time and environment are indeed terrible things. Under the influence, people can have such a big change in just a few decades.Fortunately, there was food to soothe him, otherwise talking around the bush would really make him uncomfortable.

Naturally, it was impossible for Donovan not to hear the message in the words.

Among them, the most critical one is the importance of the Holy See of Light.

After he blocked the news, in the past three years, the conflict between the light camp and the dark camp has intensified.

The two even want to expand their armed forces recently, and recruitment is in full swing.Donovan originally only listened to these news after dinner.

But after finding out the reason, Golden Rose Winery also brewed wine with magic power.During the conflict between the two camps, they will never let go of anything that can increase their strength.

Now that the light camp can come to the door, it means that the dark camp must have been watching in the dark for a long time.

Donovan felt the millet porridge slide down his throat and warm into his stomach.During the explanation of the cardinal, his mind was weaving thoughts rapidly at the same time.

When Quentin mentioned Hawley just now, he was reminding him that if he didn't think about it, others would spy on Hawley and attack him.As for which camp it is, it depends on his current choice.

I also know that no one is willing to threaten him. After all, he can change his mood and fall to the other side, unless...

"As you know, strictly speaking, even though the Cogano Church is not an important diocese, it is the first place I govern."

... Sure enough, the problem lies here.

Donovan wanted to sigh, but the current situation did not allow him to make any gestures.So he had to adjust his mentality, treat the dessert he was about to eat, and not be tainted by any nausea or bad mood.

The golden soufflé in the shape of a lotus flower was presented in the palm of his hand. Donovan watched it quietly for a while, and finally felt much more relaxed.

The Kogano Church is a church established by the Holy See on the Lost Island.

Regarding the transparent ore—it should be called "Pole Stone" now, the name that kid Hawley blurted out by accident, he thought it was good, so he simply named it.

Naturally, the news could not leave the Lost Island. It is hard to say whether there was any news on the island that leaked from the very beginning, and it could not be stopped in the first place.

The direction of the wind has completely changed, and he is at a disadvantage.

"The old man also came to Lost Island because of the hymn parade, so he knew a little bit about the situation." Quentin spoke slowly, stirring the rice porridge with a spoon.

But he didn't take a sip, put down the spoon at this time, folded his hands, and gently put it on his thigh.

"Your Excellency Donovan." His tone was solemn, but well grasped: sincere and easy-going, any more enthusiasm would appear flattering.

"On behalf of the Light camp, I implore you to consider cooperating."

Then, Quentin made the Parrott oath in front of Donovan, that Donovan would not reveal half of the stone until he revealed it himself.

The sincerity of Quentin's attitude led Donovan to confirm with his own eyes that the former head of the Knights of the Light camp and one of the current elders was indeed extremely loyal to the Holy See and the camp, as the rumors said.

According to Quentin's request, the light camp just wanted to buy a small vein of mine.It was also before he agreed that he would not expose the pole stone to the sun.

Donovan turned the silver wrench on his little finger, lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking seriously.

When the cardinal finished his request, the dragon lord looked pensive.

Quentin didn't intend to talk about the negotiations for a day. In fact, for the camp behind him, he has already made preparations to stay on the Lost Island.

The veins of special spar must be taken by the dark Holy See first.

In the end, as expected, Donovan didn't say anything directly.He circled around and said that he would consider it for now.

After the matter was put on hold, Donovan sent Quentin away and returned to the room where he usually handles official business.

He stood by the window, looking out at the mountains in the distance through the window and the excellent view of Dragon Wing Fort.

——Just put it aside, Donovan didn't intend to pick up this matter again.

If what happened to Zoya hadn't happened, he might really seriously consider cooperating with the light camp on this matter.

When entertaining Quentin today, Donovan simply wanted to see what was hidden in the camp of light.

"Quentin Lane..." he murmured softly.

"Quentin...Re..."

His voice coincided with the last name that the prisoner pronounced in his memory.

The dull summer wind blew for a long time, Donovan turned around and sat back on the soft chair.A white eagle flew to the window, and he untied the letter box wrapped around the eagle's claws.

After reading carefully for a while, Donovan's vertical pupil moved slightly when he reached the last line of the letter page.

"Bishop Quentin, there is some connection with Truman Nathan."

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The author has something to say:

Donovan: Dessert comes first.

It is reasonable to suspect that if the desserts do not go bad, otherwise the dragon lord's treasury will definitely be filled with a lot of sweets, and the gold coins can be soaked in sweet and fragrant.

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