The pressure of the recent war situation has become more and more intense.

The wolf family is probably also thinking thoroughly: now Franconia is resisting the emperor's northern coalition army, and Bavaria is alone in the south, if he doesn't take the opportunity to capture it, when the northern coalition army penetrates Franconia, Wolf will have no chance.

Therefore, since the last few weeks, the opposite side has been increasing its troops in the trenches. Alfred couldn't either, so he could only send the most powerful mercenary group of the Blue Sword mercenary group to constantly go to the critical area to fight the fire.

In such a high-pressure war environment, the girls also became tired, and they had to run four or five places every day, killing more people than the butcher killed pigs, and they felt very mentally unbearable.

If you can't stand it mentally, you will be prone to make mistakes in operation. Mia was shot in the back, and shrapnel was embedded in the back. Sheila was also hit by a few stray bullets, and before she could block it with her swordsmanship, it seemed that she had injured her bones, so that she had to temporarily withdraw from the battlefield and limp every day under No's treatment.

This didn't work, and Asker decided to give the team a few days off.

So they asked Alfred for leave. Where would Alfred be willing, but he couldn't help but be unwilling, and everyone just nested up and didn't fight.

Alfred came to the hotel to visit him a few times, and his expression grew desperate when he went out.

The blue sword picked a pick, and the trench couldn't hold it, and the situation was simply defeated, but these have nothing to do with the people in the city for the time being.

Because Christmas is coming.

"Tut-tut." In the inn, Agrippina, who had been invited again, sneered, "Poor little succubus. ”

The reason for calling Agrippina here is very simple, the last time I fought her, Medea was hit by her special toxin in the shoulder, and Peggy and Nov have not been able to completely eradicate it until now, and the name "Flesh Poison" is really not covered.

Pressing on Medea's exposed shoulder wound, the bruise in the flesh disappeared immediately, and Agrippina raised her head and said proudly:

"Alright."

He really deserves to be a demigod, and everyone sighed.

"Little Peggy, how are you doing?" The demigod began to care about her apprentice again, "Did you master the blood transformation technique that you taught last time?" ”

"Master, I've mastered it." Peggy nodded, stretching out her jade-white arm.

Then the arm suddenly turned into blood, spilled on the ground, and then flowed back down the ground, climbing up her ankles, calves, chest and abdomen, and reuniting into arms on her shoulders.

"Good." Although Agrippina herself has a violent personality, she has always been fond of potential disciples, and at this time, seeing how Peggy likes her, she immediately pulled her aside to talk.

The rest of the girls began to decorate the inn in preparation for this year's Christmas.

Originally, everyone planned to spend time in the Hearthfire Island, but the residents of the hotel proposed to hold a Christmas party in the hotel, and everyone agreed. Otherwise, everyone is celebrating the festival in the hall, and only the people in your room are "closed doors", which would be a little strange.

Ribbons were drawn and bells hung, and one of the inhabitants spent a lot of money out of his own pocket to get a log (supposedly smuggled from someone who repaired the fortifications outside the city) and decorate it in the shape of a Christmas tree.

The rest of the people also donated generously and came back with a lot of ingredients and beer.

The original cook lady of the inn is gone, so the girls of the Blue Sword are naturally asked to prepare meals for this Christmas party, probably because they think that the woman's cooking skills are more reliable.

Not really.

"Well, leave it to me." Nuo volunteered, "Cooking and biology experiments should be similar, and I'm the best cook here." ”

She picked up a sliced pork knuckle and said:

"The first thing should be to wash off the blood on the surface."

Eleanor volunteered to come over and help, and took the pork knuckle to wash: "And then? ”

"Then stick it in with a fork and put it in the oven to roast." Noe said.

"That meat will be tasteless." Asker interjected next to him, "You should first rub the surface with cooking wine and salt and marinate for a while." ”

The girls stared at him blankly.

"Then mix all kinds of spices, apply them to the surface, cut them a few more times to absorb the flavor, and marinate them for a while." Asker thought for a moment and said, "Since it's meat, it's not suitable for grilling directly, you can take it in the water and boil the blood water first, and then pass it through a cold water." ”

"Asker, you know how to cook!" Noh said in surprise.

"The head of the regiment can cook!" Mia screamed in caco, too.

"Commander Almighty." Miel said.

"Excellent." Sheila complimented.

"Marry." Medea is straightforward.

"Isn't it, don't you all know how to cook?" The most shocking thing was Asker.

Sheila, Medea, Nuo and Eleanor, needless to say, the foursome of the eldest misses, their fingers don't touch the spring water. Aske asked, Peggy is a little girl from the middle class, and of course high school girls can't cook at their age, and Mia eats big pot meals with the guild. Speaking of which, only Sidlifa and Mi'er barely have some cooking experience.

"Then you two will give me a hand." Aske once again skillfully commanded the girls, as if the kitchen was a new battlefield, "The rest of the people, wash the vegetables that should be washed, and cut the meat, Medea will go and heat the oil pot for me first." ”

So the kitchen was quickly busy. Asker is actually not a professional chef, but in the days before the crossing, he rented a house outside, and often bought vegetables at night to solve it by himself, and over time he could be regarded as having a little cooking ability.

On Earth, his cooking skills are at best starving. And here, it's more than enough to cope with a humble Christmas party during the war.

Alfred came to visit again today, and looked at the beautiful Christmas tree outside the door for a long time.

Nima Laozi led people to fight outside to the death, and your mercenary group is still in the hotel for Christmas? Ah, why don't you let the girls collectively wear Christmas red skirts, twist their butts and dance the bunny dance in front of you with their shoulders on their shoulders?

No, absolutely not. This degenerate wartime hedonism, I must go in and criticize it fiercely.

Alfred stormed into the inn and asked the guests who were drinking and laughing next to him, only to find out that the people of the Blue Sword were in the cellar.

Well, you can do such an unseemly thing in the cellar! He rushed into the cellar impatiently, and was immediately swept away by the smell of food and oil smoke.

Hey, what about the pretty girls in Christmas dresses?

"What a pretty girl!" Medea impatiently pulled him in, "Go and help Aske stir-fry." ”

"Stir-fry?" Alfred wondered.

"Just take this spatula and keep turning it in the pot to let the dishes inside heat evenly." Asker pulled him to the side of the iron pot.

"Why does this smell of smoke so big!" Alfred complained, but his body was honest. Holding a spatula in his hand and rushing into the pot, the stir-frying technique is obviously using the technique of stabbing the sword, "Your kitchen utensils are very strange." ”

"Ready-made." Aske takes out the pot and lets Medea take it away.

"The current situation outside is not optimistic." Alfred picked up a piece of honey-stained sausage from a plate next to him, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, slurring his words.

"I've known for a long time." Asker said, "With the power of Innsbruck, you want to stop the Wolf family's army? Impossible. It's okay to drag it out for so long. ”

"Ever since I met you, I've been unlucky." After getting acquainted with each other, Alfred became more restrained, and complained with a big grin, "Join the crusaders as commanders, and the crusaders are hanging; Joining Innsbruck as a viscount, Innsbruck is about to fall again. You say, where are you going next? I'm going to avoid you in advance. ”

"After beating Wolf, the emperor will definitely go to the Holy See in person." Aske said, "As long as you stay in the Empire, do you think you can escape?" ”

"How about going to West Francia?" Alfred muttered, "The aristocracy over there is a little old-fashioned, but as long as you are willing to drill into the camp, you can't get along." ”

Aske smiled and didn't say much. It's nothing to go to West Francia to be a lord, the land there is quite fertile, and the manor economy is also very developed, that is, the family has to always have three colors of flags, red, white, and blue......

The meals prepared by the crowd at this time were also very simple. Shinra cuisine, pork knuckle, sausage, bacon, ham, sauerkraut, artichoke, beans, cucumber four samples, and then some bread, beer and beetroot soup are all there.

The steaming dishes were served in the hall, which immediately aroused unanimous praise from the guests. Everyone feasted on meat, ate and began to drink, and the lively and noisy atmosphere had a Christmas feeling.

Asker, the biggest contributor to the banquet, lost his interest in dining after cooking, and just looked out the window boredly.

"Aren't you hungry?" Eleanor walked over with a beer.

"Eat." Asker looked outside.

In two months, it will be the Spring Festival.

Of course, there is no Spring Festival custom in this world. However, he does have to spend his Spring Festival and New Year alone in this world.

"Homesick?" Eleanor was silent and asked.

"It's snowing." Asker said.

Outside, snowflakes fall down and turn into thin puddles on the stone brick floor. The fire in the house is blazing, but it is as warm as spring, and the residents raise their glasses and laugh and persuade them to drink.

A thinly dressed old man passed by the inn and seemed to be attracted by the boiling scene inside. She stared intently, the fire reflecting a faint orange-yellow glow in her cloudy eyes.

Eleanor sighed, and was about to leave, when she saw that Nou had pushed the door out, with a steaming bowl of beetroot soup in his hand.

The old man shivered and drank the soup, the juice running down her wrinkled chin, and Noh carefully wiped her with a napkin.

"When will the war end?" Looking at the scene outside, Eleanor was silent for a long time and asked with a sigh.

"Come on." Asker groaned, "It's time for us to get ready, too." ”