My Magic Age

The members of this dinner party were a bit mixed. I never thought there would be so many people. Fortunately, the preparations were sufficient, and Kuz had brought back enough game. Qige also asked Singer to bring a bag of wheat flour, and even A simple long wooden table and a light armchair were placed not far from the stove. While cooking, none of these people could be found, but when the aroma of the dishes wafted far away, there were actually so many people there.

When Kurtz was discussing with me whether to add some dried vegetables to the braised pork, Fred appeared next to Singer. His leather armor was still stained with grass clippings, a pair of leather shoes were still stained with mud, and his hair was even thicker. It was as messy as a bird's nest. It hadn't been taken care of for a long time. It looked very bad. There was a touch of fatigue on his face. There were a few wrinkles on the loose skin. I could even see the bloodshot eyes under his eyes.

I looked up at Uncle Fred and said jokingly: "Hey, Fred, it seems that you are no longer suitable for the heavy work of setting up tents. You should leave it to the younger people to do it. You should sit down." Have some hot soup."

The wooden table is covered with various dinner plates. This is thanks to Singer's strong support and sponsorship. She came a little late, but her work efficiency is obviously much higher than Catalina. Not only did she find us a simple and convenient Dining table and chairs, as well as some simple tableware. The prepared braised pork trotters and crystal pork knuckles are placed on the dining table, covered with a silver semicircular cover to prevent them from getting cold too early and affecting the taste. The braised pork was still simmering in an iron pot, but I wanted to put in more shade-dried green beans and dried eggplants before the soup was a little thicker. Kuz always thought that Old Kulu ordered these things to me. Sun-dried herbs, he didn’t expect that I would put these dark, dry and bitter things into the braised pork. He is a carnivore and insisted on objecting to me spoiling such a delicious pot of braised pork.

Orcs have a very strange principle. They always like to cook meat and vegetables separately. Just like stewed meat must be pure meat, and never add any vegetables to it. When cooking vegetables, they rarely add meat. , using at most some animal fats. However, under my insistence, Kuz finally gave in. I can only choose one of dried green beans and dried eggplant, okay.

Catalina and Guoguo were also very curious and looked over to us from time to time. When they saw us taking out something like hay from our pockets, cleaning it and throwing it into the meat pot, they kept communicating with each other behind, thinking The food culture of the orcs is unfathomable. Kurtz was so angry at slandering the orcs that he kept glaring at me with his eyes. This is what Kurtz and I had agreed not to defend no matter what anyone said about the dishes we cooked. At that time, I was worried that once it became known that these cooking methods were my attention, I might be treated like a guinea pig and put on the experimental table for dissection and study. In another iron pot, American meatloaf and pork ribs are half-smoked and half-grilled. These marinated meat steaks will be grilled until the surface is browned, the meat is soft, and there is no fat, which is very delicious. There are chopped chicken pieces on the cutting board and vermicelli soaked in the copper basin.

Kuz always has a sudden idea of ​​stewing vermicelli with a whole chicken. He always thinks that I can always create delicious food on a sudden whim. As a partner, he also has some talent in this area, so he is always eager to try it. Well, I decided not to give him a chance.

Singer moved a chair with a backrest for Fred and asked him to sit down. Then he ran to the side, wiped the middle-aged man's face with a hot towel, carefully dusted off the dust on his body, and squatted down to clean his shoes. Uncle Fred saw me busy and said to me from the side: "Jia, it looks like you recovered quickly and you look good."

I smiled and said, "I originally wanted to learn more from you before entering the Pai Plateau, but it seems that this plan will be postponed."

"Oh, do you also want to go hunting in the wilderness with the adventure group?" Hearing what I said, Uncle Fred frowned and said with disapproval: "This hunting is not as good as Star Lake Grassland. Your physical strength may not be as good as Xinghu Grassland. Not up to the rhythm of the adventure group.”

He just didn't say clearly that I was a loser and no adventure group would take a kid like me to hunt on the Pai Plateau.

Kurtz turned his head and answered honestly: "Both of us, our brothers together."

The little orc had to squat a little to put his arm around my shoulders. Although his words were clumsy, everyone could understand him, and he could hear the deep friendship in his words. He had been hanging out with Uncle Fred for a long time before he was willing to talk to him. If it were another person, even Sister Guoguo, who picked up the short-term mission ax for us on the battlefield, he would not say a word.

"Tch, do you think your old hunter's bow can shoot through the throat of a magic antelope?" Uncle Fred sneered at Kurtz unceremoniously. The middle-aged uncle had always spoken in a very aggressive tone, but He is very kind-hearted. He not only wants to remind us that our decision is absurd, but also wants to dispel our unrealistic thoughts. Is an underage half-grown orc child and a human child going into the wilderness alone to hunt the magic antelope? Do you really regard the wilderness at the northern foot of the Pai Plateau as your own back garden?

"We already have enough money to buy an ironwood bow." Kurtz argued.

Uncle Fred sat carelessly on the chair, with a rare look of tenderness in his eyes. The middle-aged uncle had experienced too many ups and downs, and it was difficult for him to be moved by anything. He held Singer's long hair with one hand. Gooseneck, kissed her on the forehead. Singer quickly pushed Fred away, but anyone could see the sweetness in her eyes. It was obvious that this usually smart and capable woman would still become shy when she met love on the corner. Uncle Fred smiled proudly, touched his beard with his hand and thought for a moment before saying: "With your arm strength, how many times can you draw the ironwood bow? It's better to change to a neti The bow is not that hard and uses feather arrows made of fine iron arrow clusters, but it can just penetrate the chest, abdomen and neck of the magic antelope, which is the weakest part of the magic antelope's skin."

"Can the Neti bow kill the devil antelope?" I couldn't help but be very interested. You must know that the Neti bow is a short bow, which is far more convenient to carry than a long bow such as the ironwood bow, and as Uncle Fred said, it is more It is softer and has a smaller pulling force, but everyone has always believed that only an ironwood bow or above can shoot through the skin of the magic antelope.

Uncle Fred nodded affirmatively and said: "As long as you don't pick on the leader and mutant antelopes, the rest can be shot through. The arrow clusters must be sharpened, and the tail feathers should not be too long, otherwise the arrow speed will be affected."

Kurtz and I looked at each other and decided that maybe we should buy a similar Neti bow, which might be more suitable for us. After we have been together with Uncle Fred for a long time, we will have many topics to talk about together. Uncle Fred rubbed his cheeks with both hands to make himself more energetic, and then said: "I have been driving the Thunder Rhinoceros these days. Although I have the help of Old Kulu, I feel that I am getting older and I can't bear it anymore. It's too much." It’s so exhausting.”

"Why, Santo is dead?" I said in surprise, and then I thought about how those hundreds of dwarf bandits would not die in a sneak attack? Laugh at yourself: Didn't you crawl out from the gate of hell? Why are you still surprised when you hear someone you know die? Santo is the driver of the Thunder Rhino we rode, but he is a bit arrogant. He prefers to stay in the small group of their drivers. Although he is not hostile to the orcs, he always keeps a straight face and puts on a good attitude. He was so arrogant that he had no reason for it, which made people baffled. When I heard the news of his death, I felt a little uncomfortable.

Uncle Fred nodded and said gloomily: "More than twenty people died that time, and even more were injured. Fortunately, Old Kuru's herbal medicine was very effective, and no more people died."

Later we talked about Uncle An. I heard that he was also hit with an ax on the back during the chaos. He was not as lucky as Kurtz. He dodged the fatal ax and only hurt his flesh. His whole body was slashed diagonally. It was broken in two, its intestines came out, and he died on the spot. When I said this, Uncle Fred saw that my face was a little pale and didn't want to say any more.

With Singer's help, Kurtz and I no longer need to be busy. Although she was also curious about our method of making dishes, she quickly understood our ideas and got busy with Catalina. Singer is over 180 centimeters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and somewhat broad shoulders. This makes her originally majestic breasts look less obvious against the wide skirt. Her waist does not have a trace of excess fat and looks very slim. He has strength, so no matter what he does, he is quick and does not look stupid.

Sister Guoguo was reading a magic book on the grass nearby. Someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind, which startled me. My perception has been increasing recently, perhaps due to the benefits of the last battle. My hearing, vision, and smell are very sharp. It is difficult for someone to approach me silently, so I was held down by the shoulder. Startled like a bunny.

Jonbach's steady and thick voice came from behind me: "Hey, boy, you seem to be recovering well! Is this the power of veterinary medicine?"

I turned around and saw Jianbach and Tia standing behind me. Jianbach's big hands like bear paws were on my shoulders. His eyes were firm and energetic, and his chiseled face was filled with the virtues of honor and faith. , I am dismissive of his aristocratic style. I have to say that Jianbach's iron man look is far more stable and aristocratic than that of Dai. Even though he was only wearing a simple white shirt and leather breeches, his neatly groomed beard and the broad-bladed dagger at his waist made him look extraordinary.

Tia looked a little decadent, with bandages wrapped around her body and head, and it was obvious that she had been seriously injured. However, it may be an honor for a scout to die in the forward line, but to come back injured like this and not release the signal arrow at the most important time that is related to the fate of the entire caravan. Such dereliction of duty is very serious.

"Maybe, or it's because I recovered better, Mr. Jonbach." I said half-jokingly.

Jianbach laughed and said: "It seems that life in the caravan has made your skin whiter. But you still have to keep practicing. A real warrior can assume a defensive posture at any time."

I quickly said: "I will do as you say, Teacher Jianbach."

Then he looked up at Tia and asked him with a smile: "Brother Tia, don't you need to stay on our Thunder Rhino for two days this time?"

Tia was a little embarrassed by my sarcastic words. Sister Guoguo came over at this time, pulled me to her side, glared at me, and then said to Jianbach and Tia: "You guys sit down for a while, there should be two dishes that are not ready yet."

This time, the caravan suffered heavy losses from the ambush by the dwarf bandits. Kuz was even more dissatisfied with the forward scout team. Although only Tia came back alive from the team, and the rest were all killed in the ambush, it still couldn't change Kuz's mood. The axe wound on his chest that would have been opened if it was one centimeter deeper and the fact that I walked on the edge of life and death made the little orc feel uncomfortable about Tia. Kuz and I have the same opinion, that is, the forward scout team was largely responsible for almost killing us. As the only survivor, Tia needs to bear our anger, even if he is a real ranger.