Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Angela, don't run so fast."

"This horse runs fast, what does it have to do with me, Angela?"

Angela said with a smile.

"Then don't pinch the horse's belly with your feet."

Locke said he had discovered it.

"Humph, I'm not doing you any favors. Don't spoil the fun. We have to go to the top of the mountain."

Angela quickly left Frieda and others behind, and she was the best in the world.

Frieda refused to admit defeat and decided to take a shortcut.

Natal and Sigurd rode off to have a tryst somewhere.

The team soon fell apart.

Herbert also lost his goal for a moment, not knowing who to follow, and finally chose to follow Frieda.

Half an hour later, Angela and Locke had arrived on the mountainside, where there was a quiet hot spring that was steaming.

"Wow, I haven't had such a fun ride on a horse for a long time. This horse is really good."

Angela sighed.

"There are actually natural hot springs here. How about we stop and take a rest and soak in the hot springs."

Locke suggested.

"Don't take a dip in the hot springs, but I know a good way to find the white reindeer."

Angela blinked her big, smart eyes and waved in the direction of the hot spring.

Many butterflies flew out of the grass next to the hot spring. They were all white and almost blended with the snow. If it weren't for Angela, Locke would never have been able to spot them.

"This hot spring butterfly changes color depending on the environment, somewhat similar to a chameleon, so it's normal that you can't see them."

Angela said with a smile.

"what are you planning to do?"

Locke asked.

"They must be more familiar with this mountain than us. I want them to help me find white reindeer!"

Angela spoke to the butterflies, and soon they all flew away.

Locke could only sigh that the insect master was really useful at times like this, whether it was looking for people or items.

"Let's continue to the top of the mountain. The scenery there will definitely be better."

Angela galloped, and Locke held on to her tightly for fear of falling.

This is probably the innate fear of first-time horseback riders.

An hour later, Angela and Locke climbed to the top of the mountain first.

From the top of the mountain, you can see the entire Reindeer Manor. Locke found that the Reindeer Manor was larger than he thought, and there was even an orchard and pasture.

However, there don't seem to be many animals in the pasture, but there are many fruits grown in the orchard.

Locke's first thought was to buy 30 sheep and 30 cows to fill the emptiness of the pasture. Cows produce milk, sheep produce wool, and there are chickens, ducks and pigs. None of these are the things he likes to eat.

If there is no war and no terrible and strange incidents, owning such a manor can really lead to a happy life.

But now, we can only build it in the direction of a shelter.

Locke's thoughts were racing.

Angela is waiting for the butterflies' reply.

Several white butterflies stopped by her ears, using a language that Locke couldn't understand. They actually said nothing, but flapped their wings at different frequencies.

Angela's eyes shone slightly, "Found it, Locke, let's go."

"Wait, let me take a moment."

Before Locke finished speaking, Angela had already galloped out on horseback.

If it weren't for Locke's physical coordination, he would most likely get horse-sick.

A few minutes later, Angela and Locke saw a trickling stream, and the snow-white reindeer was drinking water with its head down.

This reindeer is taller than ordinary reindeer, not counting its antlers, it is 3 meters tall.

Locke felt that its skin should be able to make winter jackets for at least four people.

Its antlers are half a meter long and beautiful in shape, like natural decorations.

Locke believes that its meat should also be delicious, after all, it looks like it has a strong physique.

Angela stretched out her hand, and a bee flew out of her sleeve. The bee just approached the white deer and stung it lightly. The white deer fell down by the stream.

For a weirdo, catching an animal is a very simple matter, and no bow or arrow is needed at all.

Locke thought that there would be a pretty exciting hunting and chasing battle, but it turned out that this was not a heavyweight opponent at all.

White reindeer are not weird animals and have no weird abilities. They are as vulnerable to weird people as ants.

"What kind of bee is this?"

Locke asked curiously.

"Killer bees have extremely venomous tail stings that can paralyze nerves."

Angela looked proud. These were the little cuties she had secretly collected and would not take them out easily.

“Then can I still eat roasted whole deer?”

Locke looked regretful.

"Of course, it's actually not a powerful toxin, it's equivalent to an anesthetic."

Angela confessed.

The two took the white deer back.

Frieda did not hunt a white deer, but she shot three wild rabbits.

Di Mo brought a wild boar, which he thought was the best food to go with wine.

Sigurd and Natal returned empty-handed, and no one knew what they had been doing for the past two hours.

Locke began to use his skills to skin reindeer and cook them.

Set up the grill and place the processed deer carcass on the grill.

In addition to the reindeer, Locke also dealt with the three rabbits and a wild boar.

This process is long and wonderful, and the smell of barbecue permeates the entire manor, arousing the greed in everyone's stomach.

Frieda received the deer skin and antlers and waited happily for the barbecue.

"Natal, why is your mouth swollen? Did you encounter a bee?"

Frieda asked suddenly.

"There are no bees anywhere in this season. I accidentally broke them."

The eldest maid said guiltily, looking at Sigurd from time to time.

Sigurd was discussing something with Dimo ​​and didn't look here.

Robson felt that he had contributed nothing, so he helped Locke and followed his instructions to flip the rabbit body.

The petite rabbit is roasted first.

Locke took the sterling silver tableware handed over by the maid and used a knife to cut the rabbit meat into pieces.

Holding the sliced ​​roast rabbit, Locke walked to Frieda.

"Your Highness Princess, please have a taste."

Frieda picked up a piece of rabbit meat with her fork and put it in her mouth.

The roasted rabbit has crispy skin and tender meat, plump meat, and even taste inside and outside. Coupled with Locke's excellent knife skills, every piece of meat retains the crispiness on the outside and the tenderness on the inside. Frieda was conquered by the smell of the barbecue and her eyes were filled with tears. Liang couldn't help but take all the plates.

Locke could only share another roast rabbit with his colleagues, and reminded Frieda not to eat too much, as there were more delicious reindeer meat and wild boar waiting for her.

Therefore, Frieda could only reluctantly share the rabbit meat with the maid Natal and others.

Chapter 135, good news, bad news

After everyone finished eating the roasted rabbit, the aroma of roasted wild boar and roasted venison also wafted out.

The rich aroma stimulates the taste buds and makes people's Adam's apple roll.

As a princess, Frieda had eaten a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas, but this was her first time to experience Locke's cooking skills.

The delicious taste of hare meat aroused her curiosity, and she hoped to further taste roasted deer and roasted wild boar.

The wild boar is three times smaller than the white deer, but after being processed by Locke, it is the most delicious dish among the three.

Locke cut off the meat from the roasted wild boar and distributed it to everyone among the maids. This wild boar was enough to feed seven or eight people.

Frieda got the best part of nature.

Locke suddenly regretted not bringing Irene over. I'm afraid there will be less than five feeding opportunities today.

If you pack it up and take it home, the pork will taste much worse than freshly roasted meat if it is cold.

Besides, looking at how much Sigurd and Dimo ​​eat, there is a high probability that there won’t be anything left.

Frieda put the pork into her mouth. The skin was crispy and the meat was tender, fat but not greasy. It was fresh and tender and had a wonderful aroma. It was as if an elf was dancing on the tip of her tongue. She fell in love with wild boar meat.

"It's so delicious."

The two cooks in the manor, Andre and Marcius, also came out after smelling the smell. Because Locke was too proactive, they had no chance to intervene in the cooking.

Locke generously shared the pork with them so they could taste it.

The two people's eyes suddenly lit up, and they curiously asked Locke what spices he used to make the pork taste so good.

"This is not my fault, it is the credit of the ingredients. The meat quality of wild boar is better than ordinary pork, and it is not inferior to beef and mutton."

Locke said with a smile.

"Natal, I will eat such delicious wild boar meat every day from now on."

Frieda said.

Natal nodded, "Okay, Your Highness, I will remember it."

Locke was a little worried that Frieda would send a team of guards to drive away all the wild boars in the back mountain, so he said, "Although the quality of wild boar is good, it is not suitable for eating every day. If you eat it once in a while, you will feel novel and delicious. If you eat it every day, it will not be fresh. , and also feel tired, and most importantly, get angry.”

"What's the meaning?"

Frieda asked.

"The specific manifestations of getting angry are acne and acne on the face, sores on the mouth and tongue, which is very unfriendly to women."

Locke looked at Frieda with a smile. Frieda touched her white and tender skin and threw away the plate nervously.

"Then I won't eat."

"It'll be fine if you eat it once in a while. Just add some fruit after eating."

Locke suggested.

Frieda swallowed, "I'd better wait for the venison."

The aroma of venison is richer than that of roast pork and has a certain fishy smell. This is due to the Maillard reaction of the protein and fat in venison at high temperatures, which produces a mouth-watering aroma. The aroma makes venison a delicacy among many gourmets.

The fat and flame of the venison complement each other, making the meat maintain its original tenderness and have a unique crispy taste.

Locke cut off the legs from the roasted venison, cut them into pieces, put them on a plate, and handed them to Frieda.

"Have a taste."

Frieda nodded slightly, picked up the knife and fork, cut the venison into smaller pieces, and put it into Cherry's little mouth.

Roasted venison has a smooth and tender taste, delicate meat texture, and a rich game flavor, which is different from pork.

After eating, Frieda was still unsatisfied. She picked up a delicate knife and wanted to take a piece of meat from the deer herself, but Locke did not stop her.