My name is Akatosh,

Anyway, the emperor's security system is a bit powerful.

—4E, 201, Moon of the Fire, 24th, 12:08 p.m.

"The one over there! Stop it! ”

Gianna lunged over and pressed the lid of the pot, then glared fiercely at the chef who nearly lifted it off.

"I just want to see ......if it's cooked," the Nord chef withdrew his hand in a curtled voice, his voice getting lower and lower.

"You don't just want to 'see', you want to 'taste', right?" Gianna checked the lid and continued to say to the chef and the other helpers who had been attracted to attention, "How many times are you going to let me say this?" If you don't understand what I'm doing, don't change the steps I'm telling you! ”

The cooks nodded one after another, but their expressions obviously didn't go to heart.

"I'm telling you—" "Uh-"

Before she could continue, the pot suddenly began to whizz, and the chef, who had intended to lift it, took a few steps back in surprise.

"If you opened it just now, it would be tantamount to hitting a big fireball directly," Gianna removed the pot from the fire and turned on a metal mechanism on it, the scream suddenly turned into a sneering jet: "It doesn't matter if you die, if you ruin His Majesty's banquet, no one present will be able to escape!" ”

This time, she finally felt the sincerity from the echoes and nods of the helpers.

——12:15——

Gianna is a blonde, blue-eyed, not too tall, slightly plump Imperial woman.

She served as the court cook who followed the Emperor from the Imperial Capital Province and was responsible for preparing all of the Emperor's meals during his time in Skyrim Province.

While reading the Skyrim Province cooking guide on the ship, she felt a little uncomfortable, and when she arrived at the back kitchen of Dugu City, she almost collapsed when she found that the only cooking tools were the grill and the soup pot.

In this cold north, oil is an important material, and it is already a luxury to fry it occasionally, and it is completely wasteful to fry it, so it's no wonder that most of the operations in those recipes are only boiled and baked.

However, His Majesty the Emperor is going to feast all the nobles in Dugu City at Dugu Castle today, wouldn't it be underestimated if they were still allowed to eat the same old things?

After more than half a day of preparation, and even asked the sharp-eyed eagle to help, I finally found a solution - using those dwarf tools in the museum.

The material known as "dwarven metal" is very thermally conductive and evenly heated, and there are also steamer-like and pressure-cooker-like devices, which make it possible to cook most of them, as to how old they are and what they were used for...... Just ignore it.

Time back to the present, although the chefs who were ordered to help these Skyrim Province were very adventurous or death-seeking, but at least they were quite skilled when they completed their own work, and all kinds of imperial food were constantly sent to the banquet hall, and Gianna even vaguely heard the exclamations and praises of those nobles.

"Then it's time for the last dish, 'Wonderful Bisque,'" said Gianna in the kitchen where only one person was left, flipping through the recipe and throwing the ingredients into the soup pot: "Four cups of chicken broth, four cups of beef broth, two cups of butter, a flask of flour, one cup of diced carrots, and half a cup of diced onions...... Is this a recipe created by a 'gourmet' drunken state? ”

"That's just the soup base." A young woman's voice rang out.

"I see...... No, who are you? How did you get in? Gianna jerked around and picked up a dwarven pan.

"I'm a 'foodie,' and besides, you invited me." The woman showed an invitation, she wore a chef's hat and a voluminous apron, the same blonde hair, but distinctly more temperamental than Gianna.

"Oh, well," Gianna took the invitation and confirmed, a little relieved: "As a 'gourmet' who rarely shows her true face and is fascinated by her whereabouts, there is indeed a great possibility that she is a beautiful woman, of course, it may also be an orc, haha." ”

Since she swaggered in in this outfit, it proved that the guards outside had verified her identity.

"So, how are you going to perfect this soup?" Ignoring her jokes, the "gourmet" stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, not too close to Gianna and the soup pot: "According to my design, it should add three or four more ingredients according to the tastes and habits of the diners." ”

"I think about it, after all, this soup is a representative of the food of the Skyrim Province, so it should be added with local specialties, such as the three-toothed walrus steak?" Gianna looked at the gourmet, but the other person just nodded slightly, and did not comment.

"So there's too much meat, and you should use wine to get rid of the fishy smell and add some mead?" Gianna tossed a few steaks into the pot and looked over the wine cabinet.

"Personally, I would advise against using black thorn honey, there are some problems with their production process." The gourmand spoke.

Ah, indeed, the Black Thorn Mead had a problem with Skuma not long ago, and the Snow Mead is now semi-official...... Gianna took out a bottle of mead and poured it into the pot.

"I really didn't expect me to make this kind of 'skyrim' big pot soup," Gianna shook her head as she smelled the fragrance that gradually wafted out, "So, the last one should be?" ”

She would probably say cabbage, potatoes, green onions, and other ingredients that can absorb the rich flavor.

"Donuts."

"Oh...... What the! ”

Gianna looked up in shock, only to see the back of the "gourmet" leaving.

While it is true that doughnuts can absorb too strong flavors, how can that stuff fit in a soup? No, it seems that some people do like to eat bread in soup, but that's just Skyrim's custom...... Ah, I see, in addition to the ingredients, the eating customs are also taken into account? He is worthy of being a "gourmet".

However, she didn't get a step close to the ingredients after she came in, she just said a few words, so she shouldn't have to re-check all the ingredients, right?

Gianna thought as she tossed a couple of donuts into the pot.

——12:51——

As the feast at Dur Castle drew to a close, the food from the province of Cellodil was well received by the nobles from all over Skyrim, who were impressed by the Emperor's light-hearted treatment when they saw that the final soup was a traditional way of doing it in the Skyrim.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Emperor, wearing a crown and a red robe and cloak, raised his glass: "I, Eurrell Septin II, come for peace!" ”

Bang Bang Bang ...... Except for those who had something in their hands, most of the nobles began to applaud, of course, peace, as for the peace seized by force or the peace of mutual compromise, and even the empire's final decision to abandon the Skyrim Province, for the local nobles, it was all peace.

"Ah, donuts," the Emperor fished out a softened doughnut from the soup bowl, "I want to apologize to everyone in Dugu City on Amilia's behalf, the guards' often come out of their mouths, 'Let me guess, your doughnuts were stolen', and she has a lot to do with it." ”

The nobles laughed good-naturedly and persuaded them appropriately, but they didn't dare to go too far, after all, the emperor came all the way to kill the princess because of her disappearance, although it was mainly because the princess herself liked to run around, but it was impossible to say that they had no responsibility.

The Emperor ate the doughnut with a smile on his face, and made a deliberate expression of 'it tasted good', and then his eyes froze in the next moment.

The nobles were terrified, and when a few bold ones were about to send guards to go up to observe, His Majesty the Emperor gasped back.

"It's delicious," the emperor patted his chest, "but it's too sweet......"

"Poof......", "Hahaha......", "You're so humorous...... "I'll try it...... Well, it does sort of. ”

His Majesty the Emperor personally played with treasures, why are you still stunned? Laugh.

——12:51——

"How is this possible?" Astrid let out a low exclamation.

Although it was not impossible to defeat them, if the other party judged the "thief who dared to steal the emperor" as "an assassin who wanted to assassinate the emperor", the next operation would be half a failure.

This time, taking advantage of the Emperor's banquet and the fact that the ingredients could not be completely made by themselves, Astrid stole an invitation to the "Gourmet" and successfully blended into the kitchen, attracting the attention of the chef and at the same time, he asked Ainberjourn to mix the doughnut containing the garingan fragments into the emperor's soup, which tasted perfectly fine, and the person who tested the poison naturally did not take a bite of the whole doughnut.

As for the "gourmet" himself? I guess I'm still mourning the fall of "Malaces" in that orc fortress.

Maybe something happened that caused that doughnut to be assigned to someone else? But the plan hasn't failed yet, and there's still a chance for remedy, as long as some hapless ghost dies—

Astrade leapt over the beams of the banquet hall and silently reached the height of the Emperor's seat.

Just like most lords, the main seat of the banquet hall is very close to the wall, and there are also specimens of the heads of various prey hanging on it, at present, the most intimidating is the dragon's skull of Xueman, although the dragons are now resurrected everywhere, but almost no lord has any plans to go out to hunt and expand the collection.

Astrid felt for an elven bow on the beam of the room, and silently aimed his bow at the troll head in the specimens.

The inside of the skull had been replaced with stone in advance, and the only contact with the wall was a rope that was strong and resistant to stretching, but had no resistance to cutting, and as long as his arrow went out and broke it, not only the emperor would be stoned to death, but the murderer would also be pushed to Suomo.

Whoop - Do!

The elven arrow broke the rope very smoothly, but as soon as the stone head began to fall, it was slashed by a giant sword that was twice as wide as an ordinary person, and it was silently smashed, no, even the powder was completely annihilated.

Astrades looked at the owner of the sword in astonishment.

It was a young woman with razor-sharp eyebrows, purple hair, long flowing hair, a blue crystal bow on her head, purple armor with a gauze skirt hem, matching handguards and boots, and magical runes that appeared from time to time.

"Yo," she said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "you can choose to run away or fight, but as long as you make a sound for the old man below to hear, you will die." ”

Former Blade Warrior leader and current Sharp-Eyed Eagle Grand Commander, Tuka "The Killing Lord" Yagmi.

Recognizing each other, Astrade turned and left.