Mannheim came to the kitchen, a small space behind the blacksmith facing the river.

Tarrant looked at the mess and asked, "Is my first test the kitchen?"

Mannheim pointed to the wooden frame in the corner of the kitchen, which contained piles of potatoes, "We've been eating Stilwell's potato chips for a month, and hopefully something will change from today onwards, and adventurers in the wild will be different, right?"

Stilwell complained, "My potato chips are doing so well, shouldn't it be enjoyable for a month?"

Mannheim rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't Shia know how to cook?" Tarrant thought the new chief had learned all the skills a human could master, as Carold described.

"She knows how to pancakes, but only eats them alone when she's playing chess, and the ...... in them," Stilwell said, holding out his right hand and five fingers in his left hand, "the scent of sesame seeds, vanilla, honey dew, cranberries, butter, and anything else fills the house." ”

"Why don't I look for you guys playing chess alone? ”

"Occasionally, but since you already know the ending before you start, who is going to get seriously involved. She might be looking for you, and this aristocratic game seems to suit you," Stilwell laughed a little mockingly.

"The game of aristocracy is not for me either", Tarrant only knows the rules of chess, "I am not interested." Let's start preparing for today's test, can you help me buy something?"

"Which ones?" Stilwell pulled a note from his belt.

"How about making a steak?" Tarrant asked.

"I don't mind eating the steak, the question is who will pay?" Stilwell spread his hands.

Tarrant looked down at the dwarf.

Mannheim hid himself in a wrinkle, "Can't you make some fancy potato strips or potato wedges? Mashed potatoes maybe?"

Tarrant sighed, "You should follow the example of the Wilsin Sheriffs, who run a tavern, grow their own vineyards, have a good cook, and a storyteller, and their leader shares the cookies of their hometown. ”

Mannheim held out his stubby index finger: "What is this knight talking about? Do you think our blacksmith is bad, we have a ...... Hey, Stilwell, say something!"

"Yes, yes, yes......," Stilwell pointed upstairs, "we have a deep thinker, a meticulous carver, a ...... Chess players who can make pancakes, and ......"

"You're talking about a few people", Tarrant liked the teasing atmosphere, "Luckily you have a qualified cook now, give me the paper", Tarrant wrote some cheap vegetables on the note, "That's all." ”

Stilwell calculated the price. "I can barely accept it, wait for me", he jumped out of the blacksmith shop with two steps.

Powerful explosive power, like an astute cheetah to carry out a surprise attack without warning, the distance from the kitchen to the door takes four steps at the pace of Tarrant, Stilwell completes the two-step sprint, this Juggernaut can rush like an iron-blooded paladin, extremely aggressive, Tarrant asked, "What did Stilwell do before?"

"A regular in the Colosseum, not in Siante. He didn't go to the competition for money, according to himself, for training, for play. What a strange child, there are still people who like blood in this era of peace, he is not suitable for this era, the legendary ancient battlefield is where he should go, and prove his worth with battle. ”

"There's some aggressive temperament," Tarrant said. ”

"Aggressiveness is the instinct of male creatures, and in order to snatch space and the choice of mating, all male creatures need strength, which is what Ionas taught us. ”

"Do you believe in balance?" asked Tarrant.

"I don't know, the world is constantly changing, I don't have time to adapt to it, who cares if it moves to an abnormal position, who has the ability to judge, we are all small people. ”

To hide the embarrassment, Tarrant began to tidy up the kitchen, which had been done by Stewart in the past, and in order to hide the embarrassment, Tarrant continued to ask, "What else do we need to do in addition to the 'difficult' task like the kitchen?"

"Everything, guards, investigations, tracking, assassinations, except patrolling. There are relatively few occasions where guards are needed, and we will not be all of us, only the captains of the Stant will be present, and the commander likes handsome and decent people to do the job, but also because of the role we play is inconvenient for the nobles. As for tracking and assassination, can you take it literally. ”

These are all jobs that require orders to start, and Tarrant is thinking about what his first mission will be, "What was the last one?"

Mannheim blew his beard, "You really shouldn't have brought up this sad topic." ”

Realizing that his predecessor had died in the previous incident, Tarrant said, "Sorry, I'm a little too curious. ”

"It's okay, I know you don't mean anything", Mannheim looked down at the rough skin on the back of his hand, "Maybe you've lost more of your companions, the Battle of Tinvort, the Spirit-Sucker Lair, the Zombie Lair, the Hordes of Corpses, it's easier for young people to get used to." ”

Tarrant stopped what he was doing, "I'm not an indifferent person. ”

"Hopefully we can work together for a longer time, my body won't be able to adapt for a few years. ”

"No, no, you look strong, like a grizzly bear. ”

Mannheim laughed, "I'm afraid no bear can be so short." ”

Tarrant laughed too, "I can feel your tall soul. ”

"Hahahaha", Mannheim hugged his belly, "Sir, you are a funny fellow, 'tall soul', hahahaha, troubadours can't sing such poems." ”

"I'm serious," Tarrant laughed awkwardly, "no prestige, no great pay, most people want to be legends and we will never be known, and end up buried under nameless tombstones." ”

"I've never thought about it so much, I just want to live my life", Mannheim turned his index finger, the mark at the base of the index finger indicating that a ring had been worn here before, "My brothers are keen to dig for gems, gold mines, and the mesmerizing flash of light has intoxicated me, but..."

"Blacksmith, there's something for you!" a coachman stopped at the door and took out a small box from the car, which was stamped with a wax seal.

Mannheim nodded, squeezing his eyes at Tarrant, "You're lucky, you've had 'business' on the first day." The 'goods' you ordered are here. ”

"I hope it's real this time," Tarrant smiled, ready for a real mission.

Xia didn't open the box directly when she got it, she just put it away and turned to go upstairs.

"Don't you explain anything?" shouted Tarrant.

Thea paused, turning her head, "What do you want to know?" ”

"What are we going to do. ”

Mannheim narrowed, "I've seen this kid's curiosity. ”

"This is not a sheltered light, learn to obey and restrain curiosity," said Thea, walking upstairs.

Tarrant looked at the stairs, "She doesn't trust me?"

Mannheim didn't care, "It's just rules, we're blacksmiths, aren't we?" Of course, it could also be because she doesn't trust us, but from a smart point of view, she's really good. ”

The most conceited person Tarrant has ever seen is Nicole, who is dead, and the proudest person is Cho Penny, who is also dead, is the new captain more capable than them?

Stilwell jumped in the door and tossed the burlap bag into the kitchen, "Guys, the price of meat continues to rise, and this day can't continue, is there a sudden abundance of carnivores in the city of Sant?

"Food prices are under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Civil Affairs", corrects Mannheim.

"I can't tell which one is which, even if it's the Ministry of Military Affairs, it doesn't matter! But someone has to take care of it, look at the price of raw iron, when I first came here, it was 125 copper coins, and now it costs 190 copper coins, and the outrageous thing is that our shovels, fish hooks, and candlesticks still maintain their original prices!"

Tarrant flipped through the burlap bag, mushrooms, green peppers, hilan leaves, carrots, and some seasoned leaves.

Mannheim snapped his fingers, "Here comes the little sparrow." ”

At the corner of the street a girl dressed as a maid was approaching, smiling at Mannheim and Stilwell, apparently a regular customer of the blacksmith shop.

Tarrant put away the vegetables, "Her name is Little Sparrow?"

"You'll know when you see her," Stilwell said, holding his hand aloft, "Are Jazz's girlfriends fighting again?"

"Not this time," said the little sparrow, snickering as she stopped at the door of the blacksmith's shop, "Sir is going to have a ball, and he's going to order sixty new cutlery," and she noticed a stranger in the shop.

"Sixty copies, are you sure he wants so much", Mannheim counted the time, "when?"

"The second week of next month. Who is this?"

Tarrant took the initiative to meet her, "Tarrant", the little sparrow had a freckled face on her face, but her smile could add a lot of color to her.

"Sister Xia is really good at picking people", the little sparrow nodded and saluted, "This is the drawing." ”

"Drawings? He's been a little too serious this time, I thought it was just an ordinary ball", Mannheim took the drawings, the process was not complicated, but it took some time.

Little Sparrow looked at the tools in the smithy with his hands behind his back, "Is there enough time? Sir doesn't want the ball to be a laughing stock for not having cutlery." ”

Mannheim nodded, "There's plenty of time, I think, no problem." ”

"Then please, say hello to Sister Thea on my behalf," the little sparrow waved to the three of them, "I need to find two more gardeners." ”

After watching her leave, Mannheim began to speculate: "It's like a marriage proposal ball, will that guy make it?"

"I'm not optimistic about family marriages, they don't have a foundation in love, and they will eventually become tragedies," Stilwell patted the dust off his legs, "especially this flowery sir." ”

Mannheim looked up at Juggernaut, "Love?

"So what, just because you don't have a girlfriend doesn't mean you don't know love," Stilwell blinked, "yes, Sir Tarrant." ”

Tarrant turned and walked back to the kitchen, "Who are you talking about?"

"The son of Jant, the richest silk merchant in Sant, as they call him Jant," Mannheim put away the drawings, "a little bastard who gets into trouble everywhere." ”

"Oh", Tarrant could, he was thinking about love, did he have it, was it with Katrina, or who?