Cheese doesn't know that the devil who just made a deal with him actually has a connection with the broker. However, even if the mage knew about it, he probably wouldn't care too much, after all, if a guy like the broker really wanted to design him, then no matter how careful he was, he would still be tricked sooner or later. Rather than being calculated by others for ten years, Cheese is more inclined to take the initiative when he is sure. And he, who had received information from the devil, did intend to do so.

The dinner party was going on in the slightly leaky living room. The room was filled with the thick aroma of food that could not be blown away by the cold wind that slipped in between the wooden boards. Large pieces of stewed meat with potatoes that have been softened by long-lasting heating are placed directly on the table in a large pot, and fortunately, the participants of the dinner party will not be uncomfortable with this heroic way of eating, but it is better to let them taste the taste of the food in small pieces with delicate tableware like the aristocracy.

Jack held a large piece of black bread in his hand, full of gravy from the wooden bowl in front of him, and in the other hand he held half a roast rabbit that had been gnawed beyond recognition. Mona beside him, though she was a woman, was a Frost Guardian, and the female warrior was naturally not as good as her male counterparts. If there is a difference, it may be that her bowl is not filled with pieces of meat like the wolfwalker, and the climate of Dragonspine Mountain is too cold, and the wild vegetables common in the royal capital are rare food in her opinion. These vegetables are served in relatively small pots and stewed with milk, and are popular with ladies and children. Even a child like Sparrow ignores the earthy smell of plants and is captured by stews.

"This is the last course, if you don't go over, they will eat the meat. Elsa walked through the hallway into the kitchen and said to Roland inside. Yes, the big table in the living room was made by the old magician. Although the proprietress asked herself that the level of cooking was not bad, it was only a rough way of cooking after all, and Roland obviously did not only focus on the study of magic during the trip, and the old man's understanding of cooking food completely broke Elsa's stereotype.

"Wait, it's almost done. This is food given by the king, and it is impossible to say that it is not cooked well. Roland rarely tied up his gray hair, and even the beard on his chin was wrapped in cloth to prevent it from falling into the dish. In front of the old man, the black smoke rising from the grill was sucked up by the flue above, revealing the roast pig whose skin had turned golden on the fire. This pig was one of the gifts that the king gave to Elsa when they left the palace, and although there was no shortage of food in the royal capital at this time, it was not easy to obtain such extravagant ingredients. It is said that the pig was intended to be used as the main dish of the royal banquet, but after the cheese woke up, he left the castle and naturally did not go to the banquet, so the king simply gave it to a few people.

Elsa nodded, and stood aside to help the old man put the finishing touches on the roast pig. It is impossible to say that the proprietress has no interest in cooking, but the poor Northland people have focused on fighting against the harsh natural environment for generations, and they have never had time to improve the quality of life due to survival, and the processing of food, especially meat, is still stuck in the most basic cooking and grilling.

Through the flames under the grill, the woman known as the red fox saw her familiar tavern in a trance. Elsa has never been so far from her hometown, nor has she been away for so long. When the noisy sound of her friends enjoying food came from the living room, her spirit unconsciously reminded her of the old days. I don't know if I'll be able to go back with these cooking techniques, she thought.

"Alright, it's almost time to lift it down. Roland's words woke up Elsa, who quickly realized that the old man was talking about removing the food from the grill. So the proprietress hurriedly stepped forward and lifted the two sides of the barbecue rod skewered on the roast pig with the magician, the strong aroma of the barbecue itself and the special sauce mixed with honey on it made the proprietress who had been caring about helping Roland cook and didn't have time to eat a bite of the natural physiological reaction.

"Goo" Elsa's face flushed. The old man smiled slightly, and after putting the roast pig on the prepared plate, he turned around and picked up the knife used to cut the meat, walked the knife from under the pig's ribs, cut off a piece of meat and inserted it on the knife and handed it to the proprietress . "Let's eat some first, just to help me see how it tastes. Elsa wanted to refuse, but the smell of roast pig made her hand take the knife.

Just as Elsa took a bite of the barbecue and enjoyed the sensation of the delicious food spreading in her mouth, footsteps were heard on the stairs leading to the second floor. Cheese walked down. "Ah, you're down. Everyone is having dinner, you ...... "The kitchen door was not closed, and the proprietress stretched out her hand to beckon the mage who passed by to eat together, but at this time, where could the cheese, who had just received important news, take care of this, and because he was focused on what he had gotten to think about, the mage walked straight in front of Elsa.

"!" "Bang!" The proprietress chased Cheese into the hallway, the knife in her hand sticking the roast pork into it, but before Elsa could say anything, the mage's figure had already disappeared from the room with the heavy sound of the door closing.

"I'll go up and have a look. Returning to the kitchen, Elsa put the food on the plate, turned and followed the cheese's footsteps and rushed out of the room.

Roland didn't see the mage because of his location, but from the footsteps and the reaction of the proprietress, the old man quickly deduced what was going on. He took a puff from his pipe and whispered as the smoke floated out of his nose, "This kid is really the same as his teacher." With that, he went out into the living room.

The quayside is always quiet at night, especially during this period when trade has almost completely stopped, and even the noise of the sailors in the taverns is not audible. The evening breeze blew through the gray robe with the residual cold of winter, but its owner paid no attention to it. Cheese didn't ride a horse, not that he wasn't in a hurry, but that the sound of the horses was likely to alarm the peeping in the dark, and he didn't want that. The mage's eyes shone like a mist, and the magic obscured the sound and smell of his footsteps, and made it impossible to notice the gray in the darkness from a distance.

But even so, Cheese's footsteps had to stop in front of the small bridge leading to the main town. Because in front of the bridge, there are about twenty or so ghouls of the Edward family. The ghouls were alarmed and rose from the ground, revealing large swaths of blood and unswallowed flesh on their faces in the moonlight. The scene in front of me was like a terrible oil painting. And as the ghouls stand, the disemboweled, disemboweled, corpses that were originally wrapped in them add another creepy touch to the painting.