"Our ancestors have guided us on the path to eternal life. Talma took the thick basin of blood and brought it to Camuro: "Drink the blood of the drowned! ”

Camuro slammed the bloody hammer on the ground, held the blood basin in both hands, and lifted it upward: "To the Great Ancestors, To the Immortal Heroes, To the Insect Annihilator, To the Great Khan of Divine Grace, The Six-Armed Overseer - Khumparaga Hammer of Acid." The river of blood is surging endlessly. The ship of flesh and blood, unstoppable. ”

Knock Knock Knock......

The viscous blood poured into the mouth in a big gulp, and the blood spilling from the corners of the mouth carved a winding trajectory on the chest. The blood sigils all over his body glowed red.

With a snap, the blood basin fell off.

Camuro's face turned red, his eyes flashed with blood, and visions continued to circulate in his pupils.

"Talma, I saw it! I saw the wonderful blood food!" Camuro laughed wildly with the bloody war hammer in his hand, "This is the best delicacy for the ancestors." ”

"When the squirming stomach came, the screams of blood food rang out. ”

......

"Sir, a letter from Lord Mister. ”

In the Duke's Mansion of Waterdeep, the Duke of Ceylon paced around the study in annoyance, and the murderer who attacked Collison at the banquet has not been caught so far.

The city's high pressure and wanted heretics have caused a big storm in Waterdeep - nearly twenty heretics have caused several sensational tragedies, including hanging pregnant women upside down, extracting brain marrows, sacrificing children, gouging out the eyeballs of priests, etc., making the entire Waterdeep City rumors and everyone in danger.

And all this could not escape the eyes of Her Royal Highness the Princess, which made the Duke of Ceylon anxious.

"Hopefully there will be good news. ”

Thinking this in his heart, the Duke of Ceylon opened the wax-sealed letter, and only glanced at it a few times, and his face was gloomy as if a dark cloud was shrouded in it.

"Bastards, rubbish, a bunch of rubbish!" the Duke of Ceylon roared angrily, "Pol, stupid pig!"

"Master, what's wrong?"

During this time, Lubos was also very aggrieved, his plan to burn the fire had obviously failed, and the Duke of Ceylon was furious every day, which made him tremble.

"See for yourself!" the Duke of Ceylon's face trembled angrily: "Burn it, burn it all! ”

Reading it carefully, Lubos's face changed. In Mister's letter, when he arrives in the town of Daotan, Bol Dut's stone fort has been burned and his body has been burned beyond recognition, as well as the castle of the Black Forest, an inexplicable fire that has burned up the winter grain, including taxes to Waterdeep.

"Sir, Pol's son has the right to inherit. And the letter said that it was just missing. Perhaps, there is also a turning point. Lubos racked his brains to find some good news in the letter.

"Missing?" the Duke of Ceylon sneered, "Mister is not a fool, Daotan Town controls the docks, and it is much more fertile than Blackstone Fort. Isn't a territory without a legitimate lord what he desires? Do you think my nephew will live?"

Lubos chuckled in his heart, the current Duke of Ceylon was in urgent need of the support of the Holy Spirit Church, and Blackstone Fort was not going well. As long as Mister is not stupid, he will know that this is a rare and good opportunity to blackmail. And Pol's son - I'm afraid not missing, but missing.

"The fire happened a few days ago, what is Mister doing these days?" The Duke of Ceylon is well versed in the way of power and intrigue, and Mister did not report it immediately, I am afraid that he is arranging manpower and strength to encircle the old department of Boer and try to control Daotan Town.

Lubos swallowed: "Master, the Blackstone Fort ......"

"When you have a better choice, do you care about the bad one?" The Duke of Ceylon tightened his eyebrows, hammered his fist on the desk, and said in a somewhat lonely tone: "Without winter food, the town of Daotan will not survive the winter, those lords will become outcasts, and the town will become a dead town." Mister clearly saw this, and only his financial resources could support it, and he must have been secretly mobilizing food and supplies, and now there was only one legitimate reason left. He will be able to become a lord with a territory as he wishes. ”

Lubos didn't dare to come out.

"Alas......" The Duke of Ceylon sighed helplessly, and was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "The infidels must be calmed down quickly. It's time to get to the bottom of the princess. Lubos wrote back to Mister, asking him to temporarily calm the mood of the Knights and the people of Daotan, and to urge the Blackstone Leader to pay taxes to ease the situation. ”

It seems that the Duke of Ceylon did not intend to let Mister get his wish so soon.

"Yes, sir. ”

......

"Alice, what are you doing? ”

Thick night shrouded the canyon, and on the flat ground in front of the stone house, two rich elves were cultivating a small plantation. Luna and Alice weave a simple fence out of twigs on one side.

With the materials running out, the pirates and sailors could no longer pick out a single piece of iron, so they had to wait for Leah's supplies. Alice was also idle, accompanying Luna to practice her abilities and build a fence by the way.

"I don't know. Alice shook her head, "What kind of knowledge is it?" by the way, Luna, these seeds you brought are so strange. ”

Indeed, the plants in the plantation are rare in appearance, with green vegetables, plants with stalks, and several vines on the ground.

"I haven't seen it. Luna smiled and said, "My dad stole it." I heard that the merchants came from other countries, and these plants were the plants of their homeland. Corn is one of them. ”

"I'm really looking forward to what knowledge Qin can find in these plants. Alice's face was full of longing, and she looked back at the stone house with the flickering candlelight.

Qin Song was busy making noodles, and Liya's visit not only brought Alice a change of clothes, but also a bag of finely sifted wheat flour, a jar of maltose, and spices and salt, which was the best food that Blackstone Fort could come up with.

As a Chinese person, it is too painful to eat meat every day without the feeling of staple food. Therefore, the moment Qin Song opened the flour bag, the gluttonous worms in his stomach were hooked.

The soul of cooking, burning.

Using maltose syrup as a leavening agent, Qin Song rolled up his sleeves and skillfully made noodles, cutting boards, kitchen knives, woks, steamers, and spoons were all made by Alice herself, and the steel pipe used directly for the rolling pin, in short, the kitchen utensils were complete, which brought full protection for satisfying appetite in the future.

There are many staple foods to choose from, such as steamed buns, flower rolls, noodles, steamed buns, oil cakes, roast cakes, wontons, and so on.

And today, Qin Song plans to make a few bowls of noodles to appetize......

"Qin, those plants have grown. Luna and Alice, who had long been curious, squeezed into the stone house one by one, staring at two pairs of big eyes eager for knowledge.

"Really?" Qin Song straightened his waist in order to make his image as elegant as possible: "These plants are all gifts from great gods, and making reasonable use of them is the greatest respect for the gods." ”

Alice looked at the dough on the chopping board: "Qin, do you want to make bread?"

"Alice, food is a beautiful gift from the gods to mankind. Qin Song took a steel pipe to roll out the dough into a dough, sprinkled it with flour and folded it: "The continuation of life is inseparable from food and water, and making food is also the most wonderful and colorful knowledge in the world, and bread is only a small part of it." ”

Click......

Polishing the sharp kitchen knife and cutting the folded dough into neat noodles, Qin Song picked up the noodles and shook them gently, and the neat noodles were spread out, exquisite like works of art.

"What kind of food is this?" Luna was a little gluttonous cat, and from Qin Song's words, she could guess that this must be some kind of food.

In view of the fact that there was no such product as noodles in this era, there was no corresponding vocabulary. As an ancient god, otherworldly language mastery is a perk setting that comes with it. And his real soul is a highly educated Chinese man, the mother tongue engraved in his bones, even when he came here, he never forgot it.

Qin Song thought for a while, and directly gave the Chinese pronunciation of the noodles: "mian - tiao." ”

"Man-tao?" Luna's pronunciation was odd, "I've never heard of it." Alice, what about you?"

"Mia-tiao?" Alice, whose pronunciation was slightly more authentic than Luna's, shook her head, "I've never heard of it either." ”

This kind of scene of watching foreigners learn Chinese made Qin Song laugh, and he was not busy correcting his pronunciation, shaking the noodles, with full expectation on his face: "Alice, Luna, get out of the pot and boil water!"