The freshest lamb chops, freshly picked Montpellier black pepper delivered by fast horse, served with top oak charcoal. The pale red flesh is dotted with a few drops of pine sesame oil, and the sound of oil flowers is sizzling, and this Yorkshire lamb chop is just as good as that. Mother. It's amazing.

This chef is in the 21st century and will definitely beat all Michelin chefs.

Yorkshire lamb chops, the first bite in the mouth, is fluffy and fluffy; Chew the second mouthful of oil in your mouth; When I took the third bite, the strength came out.

Incense filled the room, spilling through the iron gates throughout the prison, and the other inmates scratched their hearts at the smell of a hundred claws.

Of course, no one really wants to eat this Last Supper.

Except for one person.

Dai Lan sat elegantly at the table at the moment, carefully cutting the crispy bones of lamb chops with a sterling silver knife and fork, dipping them in honey jam, and enjoying the food in front of him with relish.

Bohemian fine crystal glass with a deep red wine, which is the most prestigious Scotch single malt whisky.

Dai Lan's slender fingers rubbed the slender leg base, shaking gently, and the garnet-red wine swirled on the wall of the glass. It was as if a light girl was swaying and dancing on a veil.

Murray. The butler sighed quietly and tried to say something several times, but held back.

Wine is good wine, drink it, from a warm breath from the root of the tongue to the soles of the feet, the whole mouth is filled with fruity aroma.

Dai Lan was a little drunk, but recited a few Tang poems.

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and horses, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you."

After finishing speaking, a sense of pride climbed into my heart, as if I really saw the picture of the poet immortal Li Baidou wine hundred articles, pointing out the country and the passionate words.

"I've heard the same thing!" Suddenly, James in the corner said thoughtlessly, his eyes staring directly at Dai Lan, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "You magicians in the East said the same thing when you used magic. ”

Although he couldn't understand the Chinese Chinese, James remembered these poems so well that when someone read them, he immediately reacted.

A sunset knight actually recognized the Tang poems of Huaxia Kingdom, Dai Lan was quite surprised, he thought about it, maybe James heard it by chance on the battlefield.

However, here's the problem. The British Empire and the Kingdom of China are geographically separated by more than 10,000 kilometers, how did James come into contact with Chinese poetry?

As a roundworm in Dai Lan's head, Murray immediately knew the subject's confusion about this issue.

Murray. The housekeeper gave an answer to this question.

It turned out that the era they live in now is probably around 1500 AD. Although according to the quantum mechanical effect, Dai Lan's crossing of the worm pair had a great impact on his previous life, the trajectory of history has remained largely unchanged.

The people who should have appeared in history will still appear; What has happened, there is a good chance that it will happen again.

In this era, Genghis Khan of Mongolia had already crushed most of the European countries with his iron hooves 300 years ago.

Those who follow me prosper and those who rebel against me die, and those who resist will be slaughtered after the city is broken!

It was this idea of marching that gave rise to the invincibility of Genghis Khan's army.

Battles after battles dealt a devastating blow to the hearts of the arrogant princes and nobles in Europe, and directly caused the loss of 70% of the troops of the European coalition forces.

Of course, this is also a serious problem.

First of all, the front is stretched too long, and the supply in the rear often cannot keep up. When food cannot be collected on the spot, it is often necessary to retreat.

Secondly, everywhere they went, they would accumulate a lot of wealth and transport it back to their homeland, leading to deep hatred among the local people.

In addition, later, the affairs of several heirs within the Huaxia Kingdom had to be dealt with by Genghis Khan.

Therefore, not long after the conquest of Europe, the Chinese army began to withdraw one after another.

However, some of the disabled soldiers and their families stayed in the local area and gradually formed their own forces. Although he often fights with the locals, he has a delicate balance.

Even in this tiny city of Dundee, there is a Chinese nation, second only to Robertson and the Jacobs.

Over the past 300 years, in this part of Europe, many Chinese people have settled down and formed gang forces.

James Knight once fought with the warriors of the Huaxia Kingdom on the battlefield and suffered a great loss. At that time, the warrior (in the eyes of Westerners, called the Oriental magician) just read Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine" and killed 90% of the soldiers in James's corps!

Here and now, hearing Dai Lan recite the same poem, the knight instantly tensed his nerves and glared angrily at the young man. Two iron fists, clenched and clenched.

Dai Lan looked at James Knight with a blank face, tilted his neck, and drank it all.

After a long time, James relaxed, brushed his golden hair with his thick, calloused hands, and laughed: "You poor lad, you startled me. It turns out that you can only recite poems, but you don't have the so-called martial arts foundation of Huaxia. From what I perceive, you don't seem to know anything about martial arts or magic. ”

"......" Dai Lan rolled her eyes at him, and scolded in her heart, "Mom. Target! Coming to this age of birds, any knight can taunt me. Could it be that what kind of inspiration cell is so important? I don't know, how many moles can this seemingly stupid knight have? ”

Murray. The butler seemed to see through Dai Lan's thoughts, and whispered very inappropriately: "That, according to my calculations, James's inspiration cells are 25 moles. ”

"Don't speak, no one is when you're dumb!"

He really didn't expect that any punishment knight could have so many inspiration cells. So, how many inspiration cells will a blessed knight or a king-level magician have?

In the wormhole, Dai Lan clearly remembered that Professor Jin said that 10 mole inspiration cells were enough to win the Nobel Prize.

Dai Lan is not very old, 17 years old, but he likes to drink a little. He has a special love for whisky.

In the 21st century, he has tasted most of the best whiskies, but there is a world of difference from what he drinks today.

In the Middle Ages, the wine was made from unpolluted mountain springs, which were clear and fragrant. It's not like the water of later generations, which is mixed with too many industrial chemicals, making the water very hard.

The wheat and barley here are not attacked by a little chemical fertilizer, and naturally nurture and absorb the essence of heaven and earth. The wine, of course, is much purer.

Take a sip in your mouth, from the tip of your tongue to the base of your tongue, you will taste different flavors. It's not too spicy, it's not too bland. The alcohol content is strictly controlled at 40 degrees, which does not harm the body, but promotes blood circulation.

Dai Lan lifted the wine bottle and filled the two empty glasses in front of him, Huo Di stood up, walked to James and handed over a glass, and said in Chinese mixed with English: "Life must be happy, don't make Jin Zun empty to the moon." Mr. James, Cheers! ”

James was also infected by Dai Lan's pride, took the wine glass, touched Dai Lan hard, and drank it all.

Wiping the blood red next to his lips, James was a little stunned: "It's my faux pas, this young man." During the day, you bravely fought the black-robed magician so that Miss Emily was not insulted, and I salute you on behalf of the Robertson Knights. ”

As he spoke, he drew a few arcs with his right arm and stopped at his waist, and bowed deeply.

Dai Lan smiled and did not answer.

James let out a long sigh and wept severely: "It's a pity, Miss Emily, you're going to die." As her chief knight, I am obligated to die for her, hoping to better protect her in hell. ”

"Oh? So, what if I could save Emily from dying? Dai Lan lowered his head, looked at the crystal clear bohemian cup in his hand, and said nonchalantly.