Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 612 35

After leaving the stable, Mo Kui walked into the wing on the east side of the house holding a hurricane lantern.

That's where the kitchen is

The main building of "Nicholson House" has three main rooms. The three-story main house faces south and is the tallest building in the manor. There are also two wing rooms on the left and right.

The wing on the east side houses a storage room, kitchen, banquet hall, tea room, etc.

The west-facing house on the right is a room where servants and servants live.

Patrolling the kitchen is something all butlers do every night. On the one hand, we need to take inventory of the warehouse to see if we need to go to the city to purchase tomorrow.

On the other hand, it is also necessary to inspect the fire candles to ensure that all fire sources are within the safety line.

Before entering the kitchen, a rhythmic sound of sharpening knives could already be heard from the kitchen.

Mo Kui stepped lightly, alternated steps, and moved forward softly.

In medieval times, sunset basically represented the end of the day.

The chef is the most tiring person in a manor, bar none. The chefs who work in the noble manors start preparing food every day when the sun rises, first for the nobles and then for the servants.

In the prosperous France and Byzantine Empire, the habit of nobles was to have three meals a day, plus a sumptuous afternoon tea.

A total of 4 meals meant there was hardly any downtime from sunrise to sunset.

Most chefs go to sleep immediately after sunset and leave the work of cleaning up the kitchen and preparing ingredients to their apprentices.

But now, it's late at night, and the manor's chef Gu Lina is still sharpening the knife herself.

Knock lightly and walk in.

Two torches were burning on the wall, and the firelight reflected Gulina's slightly gray hair. She was polishing a straight-edged dagger nearly 1 meter in length while sprinkling water on the whetstone.

The handle of the knife was thick, and the blade shone a little in the firelight. The rhythmic sound of sharpening knives came in waves, even covering up the sound of the door opening.

Mo Kui narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

This is not your average chef’s knife. This weapon is often used by horse bandits who rob caravans in the small countries of Kucha, Chechi, Sogdia, and Tochara on the East-West Continental Bridge with a blade nearly one meter long.

Unlike the heavily armored West Continent Lancers, the horse bandits walking through the desert on the East-West Continental Bridge are about coming and going like the wind.

They are accustomed to wearing loose linen robes, carrying bows and arrows on their backs and holding sabers, and defeat their opponents while running at extremely fast speeds. After completing the robbery, they would not drive the carriage, but would only take away the most valuable part of the goods and then escape in a swarm.

Speed ​​is their greatest advantage.

Mo Kui knew these secrets because he, like all the Tang people who lived in the Western Continent, came step by step from the East-West Continental Bridge. In desolate desert bazaars, he would often see Arab traders spreading a blanket on the ground, displaying this kind of one-meter-long curved-edged straight knives.

(Perhaps this chef also hides his own secret.)

After Mo Kui entered the room, he took out a few neatly folded clothes from behind and placed them on the clean chef's desk.

"The servants working in the mansion of noble families always wear the same clothes. My wife contacted the tailor in a nearby town yesterday and made several samples for us."

"If you don't mind, sister, you might as well put it on first to see if it fits. After Miss Xue Fei returns to the manor, she will make the decision."

Gu Lina put down the straight knife in her hand, wiped her hands and took two steps.

"Okay Mr. Steward."

"Just put it on the case. When I finish sharpening the knife, I'll get it myself."

Gulina

Mo Kui's face stiffened for just a second, and then he immediately smiled. He looked around and found that the kitchen was extremely clean. There was a row of kitchen knives neatly placed on the wall behind Gulina, and the one she was holding was obviously the last one.

"I sharpen my knife in the middle of the night, the light is dim, but I have to be careful not to cut my hand."

"Mr. Steward, please rest assured. This knife is rarely used on weekdays. I just sharpen it out of habit. There will be no problem."

Gu Lina, like all the people from the Western Regions who live on the East-West Continental Bridge, can speak a few words of Chinese. Although it had a strong local accent, Mo Kui could still hear the basic meaning clearly.

Her answer was quite appropriate.

The problem lies in the positioning.

There was a long table between them. It is already late at night, and normal people who are talking to others will subconsciously move closer to the other person in order to see their facial expressions clearly.

Especially when the two of them have just worked together and are not yet familiar with each other.

There was a long table between Gu Lina and Mo Kui, but she only moved two steps and stood at an awkward distance. Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible for Mo Kui to observe her facial expressions.

At this point, Mo Kui chuckled twice and closed the kitchen door.

Paste the talisman of death

Others may not think that something extraordinary happened just now, but Mo Kui knew it as clearly as a mirror.

This Gulina's background is probably even greater than that of Chenggretu.

Although he was a stranger, Chenggretu was not on guard against Mo Kui. This is not because he lacks vigilance, but because as an abandoned disciple of the "Yin Yang School", Mo Kui is very good at hiding his psychic aura.

Chenggretu was not at all alert to Mokui's strength, but the gray-haired Sogdian chef discovered it.

Ever since Mo Kui entered the room, she had been in a position where she could reach out and touch the knife. Even when Mo Kui took out her clothes, she didn't leave her "comfort zone."

This is an instinctive warning from the body.

Coming from the East-West Continental Bridge, he had this kind of intuition about danger. Although Mo Kui could not yet judge what this seemingly harmless old lady had done before.

But at least he knew something.

This person must have frequently fought against monks from the Tang Dynasty.

Only in this way can she develop her amazing sense of spiritual energy.

The group of stowaways under the human trafficker Ma Feng are indeed a group of deeply hidden people. Whether it was luck or God's will, they actually gathered together in Nicholson Manor.

I just don’t know whether this is a blessing or an inexplicable disaster.

After walking out of the kitchen, Mo Kui continued to take out the compass and used Zhushu to mark the red curse mark on the wall outside the kitchen.

After arranging everything on the outside, he raised the hurricane lantern and faced the main Nicholson house in darkness.