The Ogre’s Food Box

"Mr. Black Jack, are you in there?"

Standing outside the camp, Groon yelled in a very respectful tone, and countless stories in his mind taught Groon the importance of etiquette and politeness in the human society.

From the outside, the magician ’s camp is not significantly different from other official members of the fairy tale. Except for a sign with a magician ’s hat on the door, it is located at the outermost position of the entire circus camp, not far away. You can see a simple wooden fence that separates the inner and outer areas of the fairy circus.

"The door is unlocked ... Come in yourself." There was a lazy and vague voice from the camp.

Goron pushed the door carefully and walked into the tent. Through the morning sunlight through the gap, Goron also saw the scene inside the tent. At that moment, Goron thought that the place he came to was actually a fairy circus. Garbage dump.

It's really too messy here, with all kinds of props of all sizes, boxes, boxes, and hats filled with every inch of space on the ground, and the highest pile of trash is even higher than his people. Gronn had to clean up with his feet to find a place where he could stand.

He could not see Black Jack, nor did he know where the handsome, neatly dressed master of magic was now buried.

But Gron was not restless, or impatient, and he stood and waited quietly. From the stories he heard, Gron also learned the importance of patience.

After another ten minutes or so, accompanied by a sound of stretching and yawning, a pile of "garbage" not far from Gron rumbling, the great magician sat up shirtless from inside, his eyes unfocused Looked at Goron in front of him, as if standing in front of him was not a living person, but just a piece of air. After a little while, Black Jack seemed to have finally got rid of the trouble of Sandman. He rubbed his cheek with his palm a few times before looking at Gron. He beckoned and said, "Stand a little, I'm afraid I will eat You?"

Gron looked at his feet and looked embarrassed on his face. He couldn't find a place to fall.

"Forget it, just stand there, by the way, are you full for breakfast?"

Gronn nodded, and then Black Jack showed a smile of bad intentions, slowly said: "It's good to be full, maybe there will be a long period of time, you will spend it in the memory of this breakfast. Well ... wait for me, let me put on my clothes first. "

Gorron stared at Black Jack, the expression on his face ranging from respectful and cautious, to subtle surprise, to shock, even his mouth couldn't be closed ... because Gron witnessed a half-naked middle-aged man , How little by little from sloppy vulgar dirty goods, instantly turned into a handsome, well-dressed magic master.

This is really like magic.

Dressed neatly, the magician who returned to normal appearance rummaged through the **** dump under his feet, and then somehow removed a small box and threw it to Goron.

"Hold it and follow me."

Judging from the feel, the contents of this box will not be very heavy, and Gron does not know what Black Jack wants to do, but still follows him obediently until he reaches the nearest seashore.

Looking at the familiar sea tide, listening to the sound of the waves smashing the coast, he grew up in the heart of Goron who grew up at the seaside when he was young, but he did not dare to show any abnormality.

Black Jack looked around and seemed to be satisfied with the surrounding environment. Then he turned and walked to Goron, opened the box in his arms, and took out three huge wooden bowls from it.

"Look, what's in it?"

Looking at the small bowl that was lifted in front of him, Goron smelled it, picked up the contents one by one, and squeezed a small handful, and then said, "This is a bowl of white sesame, a bowl of iron sand, and a bowl. Is it ... yellow sand? "

White sesame once appeared on the list of goods of Goblin merchant Tarkin Hillman. Gron has seen it twice. As a chef, he can naturally recognize that there is nothing special about iron sand. The waste generated during iron making is unique. The texture and texture can be guessed even if I have n’t seen the real thing. As for the yellow sand, Goron is not quite sure, because the beaches in Haishi Bay are made of smooth and beautiful white sand. Apart from the yellow color, the others are exactly the same as Baisha.

"Very good ..." A strange smile flashed on Black Jack's face. He then picked up the bowl of iron sand and the bowl of white sesame and spread them all on the beach in front of him.

Looking at the confused Goron, Black Jack sneered: "If you want to be my student, then you have to pass my exam first, and the first content is to pick up all the white sesame and iron sand and install it. Into this bowl, I will give you ... well, three hours should be enough. "

Gorron was completely stunned. Although the sea breeze was not strong this season, Black Jack did not have any retention when throwing these sesame iron sands. Just by visual inspection, the iron sands were okay. The white sesame seeds were farthest even flying out A dozen meters away.

"Before you complete the task, you are not allowed to drink water, to eat, to talk to people, and not to be helped by others. Of course, you can give up at any time, and then get out of the fairy circus yourself."

After speaking these words, Black Jack turned and left, leaving Goron staring straight at the beach.

...

Three hours later, Black Jack, who had just slept for two nights, yawned and returned to the beach. He saw Goron lying on the ground panting like a dead dog, and beside him, two wooden bowls were separate. It contained white sesame seeds and black iron sand that had been spilled before.

When Groon found out that Black Jack was back, he was struggling to get up and greeted the magician, although he was exhausted.

"How did you do it?" Black Jack's face said joylessly and angerlessly.

Gorron sorted out his thoughts and slowly replied: "It is obviously impossible to pick up these grains of iron sand and white sesame according to the normal method, so I spent half an hour thinking about this How to separate them, and then spent another hour to gather all the nearby sand with a broom, throw it away again, and separate the lightest white sesame in the sand by air blowing. Sea sand and iron sand are not It's so good to separate, so I soak them in batches in a basin, fill half a basin of water, and stir vigorously. The sea sand is lighter than iron sand. It is easier to float on the upper layer of the water in the vortex of the water, and only the bottom is left. Under the iron sand, the rest of the time, I will dry the iron sand in the sun, and then pick out the sea sand mixed in ... I can only use this stupid method, if I can have a magnet in my hand , It's relatively simple. "

After speaking these words, Gron lowered his head and waited for the magician's task assessment. To be honest, Gron was quite satisfied with his task completion. If it was not for him to think of this from the large number of stories he had heard With several methods of separation, he could only stare at the task. And he nearly completed the task that should be impossible to complete within the prescribed time, and Black Jack should admit that he is right.

The magician stretched out **** and pinched a small pinch in a wooden bowl filled with iron sand, and then twisted his fingers slowly, letting the grains of iron sand fall into the bowl, and then put his fingers in Gron Opened in front of him, a small sea sand suddenly appeared on his fingertips.

Gronn was cold and sweating.

The magician threw two wooden bowls behind him, two large bowls swirled in the air, and finally fell back into the box steadily. With this single hand, it can be seen that the magician's wrist skills are almost not axe Under King Karaman's chewing bones, it is even better to talk about slenderness and precision.

"Iron sand was not cleaned, and the white sesame seeds were about one-thirtieth less. I really do n’t know where the complacent smile on your face came from. Never mind, I have n’t expected you to do it. Better. Go, bring me the wooden bowl filled with yellow sand. "

After Gorron took the wooden bowl tremblingly, Black Jack was sure enough to lift the bowl of yellow sand high and sprinkle it all on the white sand beach in front of him.

"This time the task is much simpler than the last time. You only need to pick up this bowl of yellow sand for me, but this time a grain of sand is not wrong. The rules and the last time In the same way, before completing the task, you can't drink water, eat food, talk with others, get help from others, of course, you can still terminate the task at any time. Then you and I will be very easy. "Walked away a few steps, Black Jack seemed to think of something suddenly, patting his head and saying, "Yes, seeing that you have been busy all morning, just give you a preferential treatment. There is no time limit for this task."

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Iron sand and white sesame are different in quality and different in nature. It is not difficult to separate them by mixing them in sea sand. However, yellow sand and white sand are sea sand. There is no difference except for the slight difference in color. The wind blows? blister? Grind? filter?

Thoughts flashed through Goron's mind, and he was rejected by himself. Goron was sitting on the beach, holding a handful of sand in his hand. After thinking for two hours, he couldn't find the two The method of separation of different colors of sand.

Gron held the wooden bowl in one hand, his eyes dull, and the other hand mechanically picked up a grain of yellow sand and threw it into the wooden bowl in his hand.

When Gorron's gaze swept over the wooden bowl in his hand, he found that a thin layer of fine sand had been covered on the bottom of the wooden bowl.

Suddenly, like lightning blasting in Goron's mind, he finally realized that the way to distinguish the two kinds of sand wasn't that simple? Wouldn't it be good to pick up the **** yellow sand one by one and put it in a bowl?

With a somewhat silly and even crazy smile on his face, Gorron lay on the beach, one by one, one by one, one by one, and began to complete his examination meticulously.

"I ... will never ... give up."

Ten minutes passed ...

An hour passed ...

Ten hours passed ...

it's dark......

Gronn, still lying on the beach, picking up sand one by one.

...

The fairy circus is not big. Gorron picked up sand at the beach and picked up a whole day. It quickly spread. Many people were as excited as watching monsters and beasts. They even went to the beach to visit the sand picker. A fool, a lunatic.

They first started to look only at a distance, then slowly approached, and found that Gron was like a magical puppet, did not care about the outside environment, still lying there picking up sand, did not rest for a minute and a second, everyone Start to laugh at his stupidity, laugh at his idiots, and even start to guess the real intention of the magician Black Jack to order his disciples to do such boring things. Then after a few more hours, the bored crowd came in a batch and went away again, and only a few people remained.

There are Monica, Kaka, Marvin, Lukala, and Suarez ...

The red-haired girl looked at Gorron's gaze at first, grinning her teeth, but when she looked at Goron for three hours, her face was gone.

Lukla walked to Suarez and sneered, said: "Hum hum ... It seems that the respected Mr. Black Jack and my teacher are surprisingly consistent in their treatment of the stupid boy Goron, He made it clear that he wanted to force this guy away, or he just played to death. What exams did he say? Why ca n’t I remember what exams Mr. Black Jack took when he was chosen as a disciple, and the stinky kid on this woman ’s face? , He ’s also a bit bizarrely stupid, if I were to ... "

"If you say, you will insist on leaving for an hour or two at most, and then you will leave in anger, don't you?" Suarez took Lukara's words, but her eyes never left Goron's body. After a while, he muttered to himself: "If it were me ... how long would it last ..."

Looking at the girl she has been pursuing, she looked at Goron with the kind of eyes she had never seen before, and Lukla gritted her teeth fiercely, squeezing a few words from the teeth: "Suarez, you are best." ..... "

No one cares what Lukala intends to say, because it was just before that, lying on the beach in a row, Goron picked up the sand for 26 hours and 45 minutes, and suddenly his head tilted and fainted on the beach. .....

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