Mountain Dance Silver Snake, Yuan Chi Wax Elephant, Thousands of Miles of Ice, Thousands of Miles of Snow Drifting.

When Zheng Ming looked at the white and vast wilderness and snow scene in front of him, the above words involuntarily appeared in his mind.

As far as the eye can see, the sky and the earth are full of snow. Occasionally, pine-like trees unwillingly hold up their branches, revealing a touch of dark green through the snow on top of them, like a thick quilt. Zheng Ming turned his head to look under the tree, where there was a delicate flower, ignoring the cold wind and the coldness of the snow, stubbornly blooming with its own color.

"Whew~"

Zheng Ming looked up to the sky and exhaled. The warm gas quickly turned into a visible mist when it met the cold climate, blowing away the falling snowflakes and quickly dissipating without a trace.

Zheng Ming reached out and touched the droplets formed by the melting snow on his face, and sat back on the rocks on the ground.

"Naru. Is it good? It's slow. Take a look. Don't burn. ”

Arthur's urging voice came, and Zheng Ming glanced at the young man who was staring at the piece of meat and swallowing his saliva, revealing a helpless look.

"How can it be so fast? It's so cold, I don't dare to use too high a temperature. This heat is just right. Believe it or not. ”

As he spoke, he flipped over the pitch-black slate in front of him, and put the snorting piece of meat roasted in front of Arthur and shook it.

Seeing Arthur's head rotate synchronously with the swaying pieces of meat in front of him, looking at his drooling eyes that he wanted to eat immediately, Zheng Ming slapped his head amusedly.

Zheng Ming is cooking, and this is also a kind of practice. This kind of cooking, which uses the whole process of frying, strengthening objects, and even condensations, can not only practice the ability to separate the various characteristics of the black flame, but also greatly promote the precise control and fine control of the temperature of the black flame.

"Ha~ It's so cold this winter. After passing through this deep forest, he entered the territory of the Long family. After that, we don't have to sleep in the wilderness anymore. There were places to rest along the way. Along the way, those soldiers have also returned to their own family territory one after another, with our current team, I believe that the itinerary will be greatly advanced, and it will not be long before we can return to the royal capital. ”

The dragon family is also the common name of the Celtic royal family, because their family crest is a dragon roaring in the sky, hence it.

Zheng Ming glanced at it, and while wrapping the fur coat on his chest, Lancelot, who was sitting over, complained expressionlessly: "I thought you came to remind us of the progress of the trip, but I didn't expect you to come to eat and drink." ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's words, Arthur quickly reacted. I saw that he showed a rare hostile gaze and glared fiercely at Lancelot. Lancelot himself, however, was unimpressed by his situation, and he nonchalantly adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position, rubbing his hands together and looking at the piece of meat in front of him.

"Don't be so stingy. I remember that you put away the two guinea beasts that you didn't finish eating before, right? I can't eat much, so what does it matter if I have more? Speaking of which, your abilities are so useful, you can carry so many things with you. Where did you put them all? ”

"In the stomach."

Receiving Zheng Ming's expressionless reply, the corners of Lancelot's mouth twitched, and he changed the topic casually.

"Then again, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. You're making something so much better than those dry foods. It's like a level of court cuisine. I don't eat what you make for nothing, what do you think it is? ”

As he spoke, Lancelot escaped a silver flask from his tightly wrapped bosom, and the cold wind poured into his slightly open coat, making him shiver.

"This is the wine I brought with me when I left my family's territory. Now that's all that's left. Think about how wonderful it would be to take a sip of liquor in such freezing weather. ”

Zheng Ming looked at the man in front of him who took out the so-called "last pot of wine" every time he came over to eat. Since that day in the Jin Palace, although Zheng Ming still likes to scare him all the way, the relationship between the three of them has obviously improved a lot. There are even times when Lancelot will show his defiance in the form of a rhetorical sneer.

"Forget it, for the sake of the wine, I won't chase you."

After speaking, Zheng Ming unceremoniously snatched the wine jug from Lancelot's arms, and no longer paid much attention to it, and looked at the piece of meat in front of him intently.

It was a piece of hind leg meat that was cut from a beast called a guinea beast. This beast called the guinea beast was covered in gray-black and long hair, reminding it to look like a wild boar, and it probably had an energy intensity of seventeen or eighteen. I don't know if it's because of the nourishment of energy, his meat is unusually delicious, Q elastic and strong, and the taste is between beef and pork. So much so that Zheng Ming deliberately stored it in his stomach space, and took it out for cooking and enjoying every time he ate.

At this time, he cooks the meat that has been cut into fist-sized pieces in the same way as he fried the steak.

When the meat was fried until the meat juice was boiling, after sprinkling pepper-like spices and coarse salt, Zheng Ming turned over the meat pieces.

"Snort~"

With a violent sound, a puff of white smoke wafted up, followed by the aroma of meat. Arthur and Lancelot, who were watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but swallow.

In this way, after frying the six sides of the meat separately according to the law, Zheng Ming took out the meat that had been fried on the outside. As he and his fingers were black, the black flames suddenly stretched out, turning into the shape of a knife.

Zheng Ming picked up a knife and cut a slice from the piece of meat, and the meat juice flowed inside. From the cross-section, you can see that the grilled meat has a beautiful trapezoidal progressive color from white on all sides to pink on the inside.

Zheng Ming put the cut meat on the black plate in front of Arthur, and took out a piece of blue-yellow flat fruit. This fruit that Zheng Ming accidentally discovered had a sour taste similar to lemon, which was suitable for use at this time.

He peeled off the hard shell of the fruit, poured the sparkling juice into the juice left over from frying the meat, and poured it over the steak in front of Arthur.

Arthur, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't bear the oily and meaty meat steak in front of him anymore, and gobbled it into his mouth.

In a few seconds, Arthur wiped out the meat chops in front of him, and then looked at the remaining pieces of meat in front of Zheng Ming.

Looking at Arthur, who had all his emotions on his face, Zheng Ming smiled slightly, and once again cut off a piece and put it in front of him.

"Hey. There are still people here. Divide me too! ”

Lancelot on the side couldn't sit still, he looked at Zheng Ming, who was about to refill Arthur again, and knocked on the silver plate in front of him dissatisfiedly.

"The first piece is for Arthur. I want to eat and wait for the next piece. The consequences of snatching Arthur's food, you know. ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's casual answer, Lancelot looked at Arthur, who was stuffing the pieces of meat into his mouth at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and puffed out his cheeks and chewed quickly, and pouted helplessly. The only time Lancelot saw a taepid Arthur really angry was when he was robbed of his food. Thinking of Arthur, who had exuded a terrifying momentum and almost fought last time, Lancelot's hair stood on end, and he gave up fighting for a piece.

In this way, the first piece of animal meat was quickly wiped out by Arthur alone. Zheng Ming took out a similar piece of meat with his backhand again and put it on the black stone slab that had already emitted heat. While waiting, Lancelot picked up the wine jug in front of Zheng Ming and poured it, then started chatting.

"I have reported all the results of our battle to the royal capital. I believe that whether it is those of us who are left, or those who have returned to the family territory, they will be rewarded by the old king one after another. By the time we arrived at the royal capital, it was estimated that the reward had already come down. ”

Seeing that the other two were not very interested in the matter of the reward, Lancelot did not care too much about himself, and continued: "Since the last time the Dornish invasion caused a great war, the old king has given orders. Whoever comes with an arrow that shows the Dornish will be rewarded handsomely. However, due to the fact that the Dornites never stay in one place for long, and because of their own bravery. This royal decree has been almost vacant since it was issued. This time, the Dornish we killed by our own hands or indirectly were the largest in years. I believe it will shake a lot of people. Maybe when we arrive in the royal capital, we will be greeted by the mezzanine. ”

"Oh. Speaking of which, you seem to have been in contact with the old king's side? I'll just say, how can a few noble children be qualified to gather so many people to show off. If the old king hadn't stood behind him, let alone crossed so many noble territories, it is estimated that we heavily armed people would not even be able to get out of the king, right? ”

"There's nothing to hide now. Indeed, as soon as I received the news, I tried to report it to the old king. Later, he was received by his old man. ”

Receiving Lancelot's acknowledgement, Zheng Ming suddenly showed an interested look. I saw him snatch the flask in front of Lancelot, take a sip and say.

"Oh? So the old king also knew about the golden scabbard? It's no wonder that in the days we left, the old king suddenly changed his normal way and grounded Gwyna. What I don't understand, though, is why he would feel comfortable letting us rookies go. Don't blame me for speaking directly, you are either the second son or concubine who can only perform in the royal capital and win fame. Either it is a hairy boy who has no real name and empty noble titles, and does not match the territory and power. No one has even experienced a decent battlefield before that. Wouldn't it be better and easier for the old king to send the kingdom's troops directly or call on the lords to destroy the Gao Benese? ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's question, Lancelot glanced at Arthur, grabbed the flask again, took a sip, and then said, "At first, I just wanted to dedicate the news to the old king, so that I could connect this line. I didn't expect to get the old king's injury to prepare for this matter. At the time, I was just as puzzled as you were. The old king also seemed to see my doubt, so he gave his own explanation. ”

At this point, Lancelot took another sip of the spirits, revealing a look of remembrance, and his face was full of strange expressions.

"He said, 'I'm old. After all, this kingdom belongs to young people. I believe that if anyone can obtain the recognition of the Hallows Weapon, you excellent young people are more worthy of expectation than those old foxes who are entrenched in their respective territories and scheming with each other. So why not give you young people a chance to make a difference? ’

At that time, I listened to it with enthusiasm, and I only felt that I had finally met a master who could let me express myself. I secretly decided that I had to do my best, not only to kill the Dorn, but also to bring the Sacred Artifact back to the royal capital. In the end, I did. Unexpectedly, there were some deviations in the ending......"

"Naru. The meat is ready. If you don't turn it over, you'll be old! ”

Arthur, who was staring at the piece of meat on the side, did not forget to shake Zheng Ming's arm while reminding him. The previous conversation between the two was also interrupted at this point.

Zheng Ming flipped over the slightly black piece of meat roasted in front of him, glanced at Lancelot, who had a bitter face and a hint of helplessness, and thought thoughtfully.