"It is rumored that the Dark Magic House is one of the wizarding organizations that shelters the ancient orcs, and now it looks like it is true"

The unkempt Mebis took a closer look at the town in front of him, leaning towards the wooden structure of the ancient wizard style, the houses were irregular shapes, and some turquoise vines and green moss creatures could be seen everywhere in brown and yellow.

It was the white morning, and there were many strange creatures with beastly faces and human bodies talking to each other on the streets, minotaurs with long and thick horns were pushing a wheel full of goods, and small and delicate rat-headed people were debating the prices of goods in the crowded market.

The hideous crocodile figure on the meat rack with a thick knife ready to start slicing, the slender rabbit-headed man jumping on the long street, and every corner of the small town full of thriving life, it was a little strange to see humans without showing curiosity or other emotions.

Along the narrow street, he found a wooden building that resembled an inn, and the ancient orcs who came in and out of the door looked at this human with a strong smell with strange eyes.

"Hello guest, may I ask..."

The ancient orc with the head of the deer head noticed the arrival of the new customer, and raised his head professionally and asked, but after seeing the stench on the other party's body, he suddenly stopped, and held his breath and smiled politely,

"Twenty silver coins a day for a single room, sir."

"Crash.. Collapse.. Collapse"

A golden thread of perfect amplitude fell steadily onto the wooden counter, and the deer-headed ancient orc looked at the man in front of him in a daze, who said in a hoarse voice,

"Get me something luxurious, no need to find change."

Of course, Mebis didn't want to tease the other party, well, just to avoid the turmoil caused by revealing his wizarding identity, and besides, he didn't plan to stay here for too long.

After receiving the key, Mebis quickly found his room on the second floor, which was a neat and tidy small room, except for a small white bed and a wooden table, and a bathroom where he needed to boil his own water.

After receiving the clothes specially ordered to buy from the inn's ancient beast maid, Mebis took a hot bath and dressed up before entering the Nyx Soul Stone.

The scorching waves of air on the Yuanmai Plain instantly spread out, evaporating the water on the young man's body that had not yet dried up.

"It would be nice to form a complete ecological space."

Mebis felt the baptism of the scorching sun, and couldn't help but look at the transparent round light curtain.

After the Knicks Soul Stone is completely branded with a spiritual imprint by him, he can use it as he pleases, and he has not used it much in Zhihai before, but now it can come in handy.

Relying on solar energy to convert power Tik is tirelessly taking care of these source wheat, but he doesn't have to worry about Mebis, and the source wheat is a wizard-level magic plant, which is very easy to survive and take care of, only needs an endless stream of sunlight, and water is not important.

As soon as his thoughts flickered, he came to the castle hall wrapped in the Death Thorn Forest. On the gray-blue floor tiles that he had cleaned, the carcasses of the wild boar family were evenly placed.

Putting them on the ground outside the castle, Mebis was ready to start dealing with it, bleeding and hollowing out the liver within.

Then there was the peeling spell, which was also used as a basic spell, and the demon source consumed much more energy, and after a while, six little piglets and two huge clean ketones lay quietly on the wooden table.

Mebis felt the yellowish glow of their organs, and after untying their intestines and stomach pouches, they retrieved a total of 47 black hazelnuts, of which 30 were on the silver frost warthog, mixed with the sticky, rancid yellow digest.

Except for the organs of the Silver Frost Warthog, which was left behind by him, the rest of the non-advanced organs were thrown into the Thorn Forest along with the blood, leaving the plants to bloom.

Considering that he doesn't have the matching of the corresponding ingredients, Mebis plans to make an unusual magic food on the Silver Frost Warthog, and through the variety of magic food in the library, he still finds that wizards who use this method are very rare, and only occasionally mention it.

"Ho ho."

Opening the castle's sealed warehouse, there were no ears of wheat piled up in it, but the yellow-white wheat stalks left over after picking, neatly arranged in specific containers, Mebis estimated that this was Eve's plan to use them to make potions and other things after being reborn, and now it happened to be cheaper for him.

Pick up a wheat stalk that is as hard as iron and look at it carefully, the long white hollow part, the appearance is very cold and smooth to the touch, like fine silk, close to smell but feel the rich fragrance, make people tired and shocked.

Smoking is a more primitive method of preservation.

Created in the magical oriental country of the other world, it is generally invented in humid areas in order to better preserve hard-won meat, and has a deep taste that fresh meat does not have, and is mostly used on pork.

Reviewing the trivia, Mebis intends to make two different parts of the dried food.

One is smoked bacon, and the other is fermented aged ham.

So he specially opened a dark and cold castle dark room, whose cool and dry environment is very suitable for the fermentation and enzymatic of ham.

Of course, the tender meat of the piglet is not suitable for making, and the size is relatively small, so I will keep it for the time being, and Mebis will put them into his storage space.

Then there are two pigs weighing hundreds of pounds each, their skin is not as white as the skin of the otherworldly pig, with a slight yellowishness, probably because they have been eating nutritious hazelnuts, and their flesh is very elastic to the touch.

Drawing his sword, Mebis first cut off the hind legs and front legs of the two pigs. The lines of the pork are suddenly revealed, and the attractive pink color is densely covered with fat.

The color of the silver frost warthog is slightly darker, and the meat smells more aromatic, and the white fat turns into a smooth liquid when gently rubbed, and a pure nutty fragrance suddenly escapes.

"It deserves to be the pinnacle of the first class."

The chef's excited look at the good ingredients was evident on his face, and he carefully placed eight semicircular pig front (hind) legs on the prepared wooden basin, and then began to process the tender flavonoids that had lost their limbs.

Because the two are not of the same grade, Mebis separates the meat quality of the two.

The boy cut off the female boar's pig twist and threw it aside, this thing will definitely not be eaten by anyone, believe me.

Starting from the ribs and dividing into strips, the meat on the nape of the neck is also cut into equal portions, which is nothing to a qualified cook. The neat thick strips of meat were thrown on the wooden table with precision and elegance, and the slightly thicker cut was conducive to maintaining the shape after dehydration, which was of course necessary for Mebes, who pursued perfect quality.

The skin of the silver frost warthog is really flexible, and in order not to affect the quality, Mebes still performed a soothing operation on the meat of the boar, and the slender fingertips kept pressing before starting to divide.

Then comes the all-important pickling, which involves rubbing the thick hind legs to make the meat taste good. However, as a wizard, he is not so troublesome, and the basic magic of food can replace human hands, and can massage every subtle corner of the pork body, and the effect is much higher than that of hand.

The seasoning Mebis only uses coarse sea salt and a little scarlet powder to add a slightly spicy flavor, and as for the fat, it must not be added, which will reduce the degree of pickling of the meat and make it rot and spoil.

Although the two seasonings are not high-end, they mainly rely on the changes that occur in the meat itself, and as long as the seasoning fully penetrates into the body, it will have little impact on the quality of the magic food.

Eight long threads of linen were threaded into the dehydrated pork legs, and Mebis hung neatly on wooden beams above the open, shady dark room, allowing the meat to interact with the microbes without worrying about damage from the pests.

The production of smoked bacon was much more troublesome, with the marinated strips of pale red pork separated and hung in a dark, sealed dungeon in the castle, and then Mebis began to set fire to the wheat stalks, which were fortunately not very heat-tolerant, otherwise he would have to make dry dried meat.

Although it was ignited, he found that the wheat straw burned very slowly, and the smoke that rose was not a gray-black cloud, but a white one, with a peculiar mist of strange wheat fragrance, which gradually increased with the addition of wheat straw.

"It looks like the end result is going to be very good."

Mebis suddenly regretted not hunting a few wild boars, thinking about the rich fruity aroma of the wild boar meat raised in the crunchy fruit grove at the end.

In order to avoid the meat from carring, he controlled the temperature, then brought a huge sealed iron box, put the straw in it, and let it smoke with thick smoke, and this process was probably completed in seven or eight natural days, and the ham was longer, months or years, and the flavor generally became more and more intense with time.

It was a torture for him, but the high-grade high-grade ham weighing more than 100 catties in one leg was enough for him to pay a long time and patience.