My Magic Age

The waiter awakened Kalantso and I from our memories, and then introduced us to the various exquisite furnishings in the hotel. He naturally led us to an exquisite wooden dining table, where five people sat together with chairs. The benches were carved out of logs, so Kalantso and Ella didn't look crowded when they sat together.

The waiter didn't order food for us, but just asked us what kind of wine we wanted to drink. Noah thought for a while, and then said to me: "How about we drink some Golden Apple Bar? The barbecue and stew here are suitable." Drink some fruit wine.”

When I heard Noah talk about drinking, I realized that I had known Noah for so long and had eaten together almost all day long, but I had never drank. I thought he didn’t drink. Kalancuo and I looked at each other and smiled in perfect agreement.

Noah looked over in surprise, and I raised my head and asked the waiter politely: "Can we bring our own wine?"

"As you wish, and our restaurant provides free wine storage service. If you haven't finished your meal this time and are unwilling to take it away, we can also help you store it in the wine cellar. We have a special magic seal here. , to ensure that your wine will not be replaced or drunk!" the waiter said from the side.

"What, Jijia, did you prepare wine in advance?" Noah asked me with a bit of surprise.

I smiled and said to Noah: "Although I didn't prepare it specifically for this dinner party, speaking of golden apple cider, I really saved some fine wine!"

"Of course, we Xin... El City is the home of the most famous golden cider in the Green Empire. Don't you know this?" Ella told Noah cutely with her eyes wide open, but she She almost revealed Xin Liugu's secret, but fortunately she was very smart and changed her mind in time. Looking at her innocent look, it was as if Noah would cause the wrath of heaven if he didn't know that El was the home of golden cider.

There is also a slight smile on the corner of Kalancuo's mouth. I know why she is smiling. She must be thinking that although I own tens of thousands of barrels of golden apple cider, my closest friends don't know. What if I wonder what he would think if he knew that I owned 70% of the high-end golden cider in Sloit Province.

But Ella is right. How could someone who was born in the land of golden cider not have golden cider!

So like magic, I took out a bottle of golden cider from my magic waist bag and placed it on the dining table. I pulled out the cork on the bottle cap and gently shook the golden wine in the bottle. On one side of the dining table.

This action was deeply implanted in my mind. In the past few years, almost every morning when I woke up and Fanny called me for breakfast, I would see Liant shaking the bottle like this. After a while, He would read the magic newspaper and drink golden cider, and then a plate of fried eggs and toast would be served for breakfast.

I raised my head and said to the middle-aged waiter next to me: "Please prepare five cups..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a maid in a white gauze skirt coming up with tableware. A set of very exquisite tableware, the knives, forks, spoons and plates were all made of silver, and the napkin was a piece of pure white silk. There is also a goblet made of polished crystal.

The maid skillfully arranged the tableware neatly. The middle-aged waiter picked up the bottle of golden apple cider and said, "This style of wine bottle is very rare. None of the famous golden apple cider I am familiar with uses this bottle." With such a shape of bottle, your golden cider must be brewed in your own manor! It can be seen from the action you just opened the bottle that you must be good at it!”

I thought for a moment and then said: "That's not the case. I don't have my own winery, but every autumn when the golden apples are harvested, I will buy some cider and put it into oak barrels for cellaring. For example, we are now The bottle I drank must actually be a fine wine that was stored in the cellar ten years ago.”

The latter sentence was explained to Noah, because what the middle-aged messenger just said was like I was an old drunkard for many years.

I said to Noah and Shirley Newman: "As for why I am so good at opening bottles, it is because my father, Lent, drinks a glass of wine almost every morning. He has never stopped drinking it in the past few years. He is so accustomed to it. , so naturally I learned a lesson from him!”

Hearing what I said, the middle-aged waiter's eyes showed a hint of disappointment when he looked at this bottle of homemade wine.

He casually took the bottle in his hand and started pouring wine for us one by one.

Then he started to talk to us about the history of golden cider. He said: "In recent years, the north has been invaded by the Storm Bear tribe for several consecutive years. The largest winery in Sloit Province, Zimmerman Winery After being completely destroyed by barbarians three years ago, it is difficult to see high-quality golden cider on the market today, and golden cider of such a high vintage is even rarer!”

Hearing what he said, I was naturally very happy, but then he changed his tone and said: "However, when it comes to the golden cider in the cellar, except for the most famous puree produced by Zimmerman Manor, The wine cellar in our restaurant contains the best golden cider from the major wine merchants in Sloit. ”

He commented with confidence on the shortcomings of ordinary apple cider, and then told us: "Famous golden apple cider is definitely not comparable to ordinary cellared golden apple cider. The best golden apple cider is golden in color." , exudes a slightly sweet aroma, and you will feel a very thick sweetness when you take a sip..."

Only then did I realize that the middle-aged waiter was planning to sell us a bottle of the restaurant’s high-end golden cider.

Noah listened to the waiter's comments on the wine with great interest.

I smiled faintly, stared into the eyes of the middle-aged waiter, and said to him: "Hearing what you said, I really want to open a bottle of famous wine and compare it with it to see if there are any shortcomings of the homemade golden apple wine."

The middle-aged waiter seemed a little proud and said: "I recommend you a golden apple wine called "Powerful Gold" produced in the town of Maas. The golden apple orchard where this wine is brewed is only separated by a wall from the apple orchard of Zimmerman Manor. It is suitable for growing the best quality golden apples. Although the brewing process and year are slightly worse, the taste is also very mellow."

While introducing the most famous golden apple wine in the restaurant to us, he poured my bottle of wine into the crystal goblet in front of me.

I smiled at him faintly, and he nodded to me politely.

Noah, who was sitting opposite me, came over to look at the bottle of wine and said to me with great interest: "Since you like to store golden apple wine, I can go to El City to buy a big winery during the summer vacation and brew golden apple wine myself. We can also hire senior winemakers to make famous wines, and then store them all. When they are old enough, we can sell them. It's a business that can only make money and not lose money!"

I smiled and said, "It's a good idea for us to run a winery together!"

Noah's family has the most complete sales channels in Palestina Province. I think the golden apple wine brewed by Noah and I will definitely have no worries about sales.

At this time, the middle-aged waiter had filled the wine glass in front of me. When his eyes looked at the golden wine in the glass, his expression became cautious, and the voice of introducing the high-end golden apple wine in the restaurant became smaller and smaller. He became less and less confident as he spoke. His eyes frequently looked at the golden apple wine in the bottle, as if he had seen a clue.

When Noah was poured wine, he had a smile on his face, but a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. He held the bottle of golden apple wine in one hand and carefully placed it on the table, and stopped talking about the topic of golden apple wine.

It seemed that he finally remembered to ask us what we wanted to eat for dinner. From beginning to end, it seemed that the middle-aged waiter was performing alone, and we who were sitting at the table were like bystanders watching the show.

When the order was completed, the middle-aged waiter walked away with the menu in disgrace as if relieved. Noah curled his lips and sighed softly, then said: "What is this, is the waiter doing wine sales part-time? Even 'Pay' (restaurant) is like this. The high-end restaurants in the imperial capital are really boring. But he stopped talking?"

"Maybe he felt embarrassed himself!" Shirley Newman smiled softly with her mouth covered.

The atmosphere suddenly became cheerful. The chef of this restaurant has a very good cooking skill. The beef eye steak was fried very tender and juicy, and the taste was very delicious.

It was probably the first time for little Ella to eat such delicious steak. She almost ate two portions of meat by herself. And it was obvious that the orc children preferred raw meat. The steak she chose was only slightly raw on the surface of the meat, and she put it on her plate and ate it with sweet and sour jam.

A few of us gathered together to eat and chat. When talking about the daily life of the orcs on the Pai Plateau, Noah asked me curiously: "I heard that there are herds of cattle and sheep on the Pai Plateau. The warriors of the orc tribe only need to go out hunting every day to enjoy such delicious beef. Sometimes I envy their lives."

I smiled bitterly. I didn't expect that eating a barbecue would make Noah feel that the orcs on the plateau lived a very happy life. I hurriedly explained to Noah: "It's true that the orc warriors eat meat all day, but if you try it, you will be very happy. If you eat the raw meat jerky they make, you will know that there is such a bad meat jerky in the world! "

Noah asked curiously: "Is raw meat jerky their traditional food? Why not cook it before eating? Isn't the meat floss that merchants brought down from the plateau very delicious?"

"Fire making is the biggest problem there, so after slaughtering a wild buffalo, they will dry the uneaten meat into raw meat jerky. I don't want to eat that thing again in my life." I said to Noah, and Kalancuo beside me nodded with deep emotion and agreed with what I said.

What I said aroused Noah's curiosity. He blinked and said to me, "If you have a chance, you must go to the Pai Plateau to have a look!"

Noah saw Ella carefully scraping the last bit of jam on the plate with a spoon. The food on the plate had been eaten very cleanly, so he couldn't help asking little Ella if she wanted another serving of fried meat. Little Ella puffed up her chest and patted her bulging belly to prove that she was full and couldn't eat anything else.

I explained to Noah that in the orc tribe, children are trained to respect every portion of food from a young age. If they have leftovers from this meal, the food they get for the next meal will be halved, and then it will increase a little bit every day until you feel that you have enough, so they never have the habit of wasting food.

The dinner was almost over. We sat at the table and chatted. Little Ella stared at the dessert in the middle of the table. She was a little silly. She couldn't eat anything anymore, but the hateful waiter actually brought her a delicious cake. Little Ella was like a greedy cat. She licked her lips secretly from time to time, but when Noah asked her if she wanted to eat a piece, she shook her head desperately.

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A gorgeous golden magic carriage drove in from the forest path and stopped on the grass not far away. The carriage was pulled by two silver Pegasus. This kind of Pegasus with wings on its back is said to be a distant relative of the unicorn. Looking at the smooth fur on the two silver Pegasus, the huge wings, when spread out, are more than ten meters wide. The white mane extending from the top of the head to the back of the horse is even more soft and elegant.

The whole carriage is made of magic red copper, and the patterns on the outside of the carriage are carved with gold. The magic pattern array on the carriage is inlaid with some magic mithril rune plates. A very conspicuous black badge is inlaid on the side of the carriage. On the badge is a pair of big hands holding a ball of flame.

I don’t know which prince’s carriage in the imperial capital is it.

I was looking over curiously, but I saw a gorgeous silver magic carriage coming out of the forest path. The magic carriage was pulled by a golden scale horse. The two carriages were parked side by side, and the doors opened one after another. The first two noble youths jumped out of the silver carriage pulled by the golden scale horse.

The figure of one of the noble youths was very familiar to me, although he changed into an elegant and straight dress. It was William who came to the class to find me in the morning and brought greetings from Ledie. He had a magic badge inlaid with gold edges on his chest, and his face was filled with a sunny smile. He whispered to the young man next to him.

The young noble next to William seemed very calm. The two of them had some similarities between their eyebrows. Looking at his handsome face with a little femininity, I always felt that I must have seen him somewhere.

The pictures immersed in the sea of ​​spirit flew past my eyes quickly. Three seconds later, time was frozen at three years ago, when Baron Kai colluded with the barbarians of the Holt tribe to frame Grand Duke Jingyue. Aili. At that time, Duke Jingyue was only the head of the Knights of the Guard Battalion of Sloyte City. It was the young man in front of me who organized the rescue of Morayaer and Moras.

Mo Xiang, turned out to be the eldest son of the Mo family.

I remember that at that time, just because I was slightly disrespectful to him, his lover Mansa, the princess with some demon blood, tried to let her personal maid kill me.

The sharp look in my eyes was noticed by Kalancuo next to me, and she also looked over with my gaze.

At this time, Shirley Newman, who was sitting next to me, also complained to Noah in a low voice: "Why is it William? Why is he here too?"

Noah and I looked at each other, wondering who the two sons of the Mo family were inviting here?

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