Chapter 2253: The Puppet King (4)

While Arthur saw the scene of the child picking up pigeons, he also heard the complaints of the guards on the city wall from afar: "Hey, Verne, don't throw arrows on the castle again!

"No outsiders have seen it, what's wrong, uncle! The pigeon will be cooked and you will get a piece of the pie!" the little ghost picked up the gray pigeon he had shot and ran away.

There is such a guy. Looking at that outfit, he shouldn't be a knight, or even a probationary knight. Knightly training was very strict, and teenagers should have been trained at least as trainee knights, and in Arthur's time, some children even became official knights (Black Iron Knights) before they reached adulthood. Although Arthur still doesn't fully know whether the regular knights in this world need to be adults to be adults, but this kid is not trained as a trainee knight at this age, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to become a regular knight in the future. In this way, he must have been the child of some of the subordinates in the castle, but since he was the child of the subordinates, why did he so boldly shoot birds on the city walls, and seemed not to worry about being scolded by the guards on the city walls at all?

The actual guards did not scold him, but just said, "It will be difficult for us to do this." What an intriguing statement......

And the imp looked a lot like someone Arthur knew. Who the hell was it? The Knight King couldn't remember for a moment.

"Wang?" Bediwell snorted when he saw that Arthur was stunned again.

"Let's go over there. The blonde boy said to the big white wolf.

"Wang. The big white wolf wagged his tail, it was right to leave this kind of thing to him, after all, his puppy nose was very bright. He rushed over to the spot where the gray pigeon had been shot down and sniffed, and it seemed that just by following the faint smell of blood could keep up with the little ghost. Bedwell wagged his tail at Arthur and began his tracking.

"Hmph. Arthur glanced at the ground as well. There was only a tiny drop of blood on the heavy rock floor, so small that it was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye------ and if Arthur hadn't seen the scene and knew that a pigeon had been shot here by an arrow, he might not have noticed a small drop of blood on the ground.

Good archery and bad archery, here's the difference. A good archer kills the target with one hit, and it also makes the bow and arrow fall precisely on the target's heart, suppressing the heart's beat, thus suppressing the target's bleeding. The pigeon was shot without bleeding profusely, and of course there was very little blood left on the ground.

And if a pigeon dies without a struggle, the meat will not stiffen with pain before death, and it will be very tender and delicious when cooked. Did the boy kill the grey pigeon so precisely in order to make the pigeon meat as delicious as possible? Or was it just an accident?

No. It can't be accidental. Arthur also knew very well in his heart that without sufficient training, it would be difficult for ordinary people to even shoot a pigeon flying in the air with a bow and arrow, let alone such an accurate arrow through the heart. The heart of a pigeon is as small as a fingernail, and it is not easy to shoot an arrow through the heart of a pigeon flying in the air, and skillfully control the angle of the shot, so that the arrow gets stuck there to suppress the bleeding from the pigeon's heart wound!

That's no accident. The young man's archery skills were real.

------ real enough to be worth a look.

It wasn't hard to track, and Bediwell easily followed the smell of blood left by the pigeons. But along the way, the road was even more difficult than Arthur had imagined. This Yu seems to be a remote and unknown corner of Fort Hillnant. The walls on this side faced away from the towering terrain, which the invaders could not attack head-on, and there was a cliff on the opposite side with a moat below. It's unrealistic to think that any wouldn't want to swim across the moat, risk being discovered by the archers, climb cliffs and smooth walls, and invade the castle from this side. Therefore, not only are there many fewer patrols on this side of the city wall, but the degree of repair of the city wall is not as high as that of the other sides.

As a result, it is precisely because the city wall is a bit in disrepair, walking on it is full of potholes, and there are many unimaginable three-dimensional potholes on the city wall, which can be drilled in and out. The little ghost who ran after hitting the pigeon just now used this three-dimensional pit to move, from one platform to another, from one hole to another, and walked a long way, and the route he took was particularly hidden. If it's an adult with a normal physique, I'm afraid that halfway through the chase will have to give up because I can't get through those potholes smoothly. Fortunately, both Arthur and Bediwell are relatively petite (the big white wolf is not small, but the wolf is very good at drilling holes?), and the way that imp can get through, Arthur can also get through------ at least barely.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha------"

After a great deal of effort, Arthur crawled out of the last hole in the wall, panting, and finally reached a very secret courtyard. The outside of the courtyard is covered by high fences and fences, and normal people may not be able to find such a place if they don't look carefully. It is not known whether this is a long way from the original design of the castle, or whether it was formed naturally by the collapse of part of the city wall that had been in disrepair for a long time.

Sniff and sniff. Bediwell's nose was moving.

"Wang. The great white wolf whispered to Arthur, as if he had found something.

Without Bediwell's prompt, Arthur could smell it. The smell was so fragrant that unless there was something wrong with the nose, how could it be missed? fennel, rosemary, lemongrass, and vanilla, all kinds of spices that Arthur could name, and even spices that could not be named, all gave off their own unique aromas. It would have been a disaster for so many spices to put together, but it was miraculously because the person who cooked the soup had the right amount of spices, and the spices were wonderfully coordinated to form a symphony-like aromatic melody that was incredibly harmonious.

The people who are cooking this soup are either chefs with amazing talents or people who are frighteningly lucky. Of course, there is also a possibility that the person slowly explored and summarized this recipe in hundreds of thousands of experiments------ and when the spices were put in, they were measured with a close measuring instrument before putting them, and the amount must be exactly the same.

The person who is cooking this soup, could it really be the little ghost just now, right?

Filled with doubts, Arthur walked from one side to the middle of the courtyard around the bushes that blocked his view.

There, in the open air, there was a cauldron, and the boy put it on an iron rack and heated it in the open on the bonfire. As for the pigeons, needless to say, they have already been plucked and gutted, washed and cut and put in a large pot to cook into pigeon broth.

So this pot of soup was really boiled by this little ghost. And he was the only one who handled all the processes in such a short time and put all the ingredients into the soup. This little ghost is very nimble.

"Who?" said the child, when he saw someone coming out of the side of the bushes, "to chase him to such a place." Let's talk about it first, if you don't know you, I won't give you the stew. ＂

"I'm not hungry enough to snatch food from a child. Arthur said angrily, and took a closer look: "Why hide in such a place to make soup?"

"Because it's past lunchtime, it's not allowed to eat snacks in the castle, whether adults or children. The imp replied solemnly, "That's why I have to hide and cook and eat secretly." ＂

What a glutton. The Knight King wondered in his heart.

Arthur glanced into the pot again.

The soup was very thin, the base was a beautiful golden yellow, and it seemed to glow like an angel in the light of the rising smoke and the sun pouring down from the sky. Arthur could even see pigeon meat and dozens of vegetables wafting back and forth in the bottom of the pot with boiling water. It looks like potatoes and carrots or something. Maybe the imp stole it from one of the castle's kitchens. It's strange that so many ingredients and spices are used, why does this pot of soup still have such a clear texture? Is it because in the process of boiling the soup, the child constantly carefully removes the impurities floating on the surface of the soup?

There wasn't really any other kitchenware around. The tools the imp uses for cooking are this large soup pot, the large wooden spoon he currently uses to stir the soup, and the knife on the stone table next to it (which is used to cut open the pigeon for meat). The knife, which was still stained with a small amount of blood, was even a little blunt, and it was hard to imagine how the boy used this blunt knife to dehair, gutt, and then quickly chop the cleaned pigeon meat into pieces and throw it into the pot.

The archery skills are amazing, and the cooking skills are good. It's really rare to find such talents in this era. Even if he's just a little ghost.

It stands to reason that a person with amazing talent must also have a stunning appearance. However, on the contrary, the young man in front of Arthur was actually just an extremely ordinary-looking teenager. The young man with short black hair had a very similar appearance to that of most Britons, in short, he had a common face. The appearance was so mediocre that Arthur looked at him for a few seconds and could not remember the imp's physical features, so he looked at the child again. He recognized a few traits he could remember------ and it was for someone's benefit.

The boy looked familiar, but Arthur just couldn't remember who he was like.

"What's the matter, do I have dirt on my face? Why do you keep staring at me. The boy was uncomfortable with Arthur's gaze, and asked.

"Little ghost, you seem to be called ...... Verne, right?" Arthur suddenly asked, "Do you want to be my lieutenant?"

"Huh?"

"I asked you if you wanted to be my adjutant. I'm serious. The knight said, "You." I. Plus Bedi. Then hire a few mercenaries with good skills, and just like that, team up to exterminate the bandits in this area. What's it called?------ [Bone Picker]?"

"You want me...... With you...... Bandits?!?" the kid asked, trembling, barely letting the wooden spoon slip into the soup pot.