At noon, Albert was in a park square, his right hand brushed a steel long sword, the long sword lay in front of him, suspended in the air, magic power stirred in his fingertips, heat energy gradually gathered with his manipulation, weathered into a blade and began to cut, dust collected, compressed, solidified, turned into stone spikes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Everything was ready, the magic was still working, the sun was shining on the blade, the cold light was shining, the wind blade was striking on it, making a crunch of bells, and the sound of burning was spreading everywhere, so what was he doing?

"Eh, wake up, wife, the iron plate is about to be ready, get up and eat. ”

Well, yes, as you can see, he is doing teppanyaki, and he is still greeting Cecilia who is lying listless on his shoulder, the sword body is his iron plate, the magic is his fuel, the magnetism of carrying the sword is his stove, the fireball is constantly hanging under the sword, slowly heating the slices of meat covered with the sword, and the excess fat gradually gathers, appearing on the surface of the meat, and a rich aroma is transmitted.

The grease and the high temperature were in contact with each other, sizzling, he sniffed it, felt that it should be time, picked the roast meat with the spikes of the stone and turned it over, and then took out a cup of sesame oil from the open space, and took a small brush to brush the meat surface, for a while, the fragrance was even stronger, he sprinkled the green onions, salt, and monosodium glutamate taken out of the space, tasted his work, and then chatted with her.

"Speaking of which, why do I always feel like what I'm doing doesn't match the wizard's premise at all? A small arc of electricity appeared on her skin, well, used to roast marshmallows, "Isn't that normal?"

"Oh, I don't mean anything else," Albert said, taking a piece of meat into his mouth, nodded, and began to sprinkle peppercorns and spices, "but it always felt like something was missing." ”

"Then I pretty much get it. Cecilia finally sat up straight, rubbed her face, cleared her throat, made a shocked expression, and raised her voice a little, "Stop, the sword will cry!, how can you do this to your weapon?!。。。 How's my complaint?"

"It's okay, eighty points, I'll just say there's something missing, do you want to eat fried meatloaf?" "Eh?!really?" "The raw materials are in my space, and there are still a lot of them, whether to eat or not, give me an accurate word." "Eat!" her voice rose again, "Why don't you eat?" Anyway, we can eat whatever we want at this level, and we won't get fat if we blow up our stomachs, I want two!"

"Okay, a minute at most. He really took out the meatloaf, three round pieces of meat, floating in the air, beat an egg with one hand, mixed it with flour, spread it on the meatloaf, and then manipulated them to be wrapped in three balls of oil, heated, and again, the oil was fragrant.

The teppanyaki wasn't cold yet, she didn't care and grabbed the meat directly with her hands, the meat was still a little hot, but it was not difficult to grasp compared to them, the second-ring professionals could put their hands into the boiling water without protection and be unscathed, Cecilia ate her hands full of oil, but the grease dripping under the magic finally didn't stain her clothes.

The heavy clouds now had a gap in the sunlight letting in through them, and the parade street was far away from here, and the sound that could be heard was faint, and to be honest, he didn't quite understand where those people had come from so much energy for such a long period of activity.

There are so many strange processions, wizards with stone dragons, orcs with real bipedal dragons, warriors in decorative armor, some walking tightropes, some riding wheelbarrows, or performing darts, bows and arrows, kicking balls, sword dances, and circuses, otherworldly cosplay, boxing performances, you name it.

Albert thought as he ate, eating quickly, neither of them cared much about their image, eating was not elegant, but it would not increase the workload of the cleaners, because the dripping grease had been completely evaporated and turned into smoke when it was still in mid-air, and the green onions and seasonings that were about to fall on the ground also turned directly into dust and drifted into the green grass on the side.

In the center of the square, there is a three-ring warrior who is telling a story, similar to a sketch, some of the world's common jokes, cold jokes, plus movements and expressions, creating a strong joyful atmosphere.

"Would you like to go over and tell a story to make everyone happy?" "What?" "Stories, don't you often tell all kinds of stories to make me laugh?" she said as a matter of course. "I'd better forget it, that's all, it's good. ”

The time for this sentence to be said was just pinched on the point, the three-ring warrior finished his story, and began to say his own closing remarks, everyone applauded and commented on this not very wonderful story, and then went on to do their own things, Albert put his hand into the space and wanted to take out a book to read, he didn't like to read books very much before, it was a habit he developed after coming to the wizarding academy for a few years.

Then he remembered that he hadn't washed his hands after eating the greasy things, and his right hand was suddenly retracted, a cool stream of water condensed, stirred like a washing machine, and his hands became clean again, and he continued to hold the book.

The poor long sword, which was used as an iron plate for iron plate burning, which was completely inconsistent with the purpose of its manufacture, was finally relieved at the end of lunch, Cecilia ate the last piece of meat, and the flames rose up on the sword body, instantly removing all the oil, and it could lie back in the space to rest, the space was opened, and the long sword was thrown in.

In the middle of the square, the next program began, the guitar performance of the goblin guy, the short body set off the normal-sized guitar very much, it looked a little funny, but the expression of the person who was ready to play was very solemn, the people around the square were very qualified, they didn't say anything else, just applauded him constantly, for his courage, dare to show their courage.

The voice of the goblin is very good, art knows no race and no borders, when his song sounds, the hearts of the people around him also calm down, the voice is very simple, very peaceful, without the slightest showmanship, but it can flow into the heart like a clear spring.

Albert raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and silently opened his mouth to sing along with the man, and began to shake his legs to the soothing rhythm, his fingers tapping lightly like drums, and finally shaking his head to the tune.

Her movements were similar to his, swaying her body to the rhythm, swaying slightly from side to side, and manipulating the dust on the ground to turn into a few palm-sized little people dancing to the rhythm.

That's the whole process of what they do during their lunch break.