The campfire crackled and burned happily, bringing a little warmth to the six people sitting in a circle.

The stomach screamed, wave after wave, telling its master of its thirst.

"Guys, have you had dinner?" Barrett asked the people around him after settling in for Carrot's dinner.

"I've eaten it early. The coachman replied, "There are not so many things to be particular about when you go out, just take a bite and fill your stomach." He scribbled boredly on the ground with the stick in his hand as he said to Barrett, "If you haven't eaten, I've got some bread and sausages here." The bread is white bread made of wheat, not rye. If the rye bread is not freshly baked, if you eat it after half a day, it will surely scratch your throat. ”

The coachman seems to be very talkative, but then again, how can there be a coachman who is not talkative?

Oh, yes, the coachman in Hannah's team who can play with the tarkala scimitar is not good at words.

"Soaking in the soup doesn't have such a problem. Barrett replied.

"There's no soup, I'm just a little smoked. The coachman got up and prepared to walk towards the carriage, "The smoked sausage is made by my wife, and the taste will certainly not disappoint you." Don't worry, the woman brought me several, and you won't go hungry. ”

"Betty has lemon cake, do you want to eat it?" said the little girl hiding in her mother's arms. She seemed to be a little frightened by Barrett's appearance, and whenever the brute looked at the little girl with what she thought was a friendly gaze, she would bury her face in her mother's arms.

Her mother, on the other hand, gently stroked the little girl's hair, did not speak, and did not seem to like to talk to strangers.

"This ...... I also have some sausages here, and a few pieces of cheese. The fat middle-aged man smiled flatteringly, but he didn't dare to look at Barrett, just like the little girl.

"Whew...... "The gray-haired old man was sleeping soundly, and Barrett didn't know why he didn't lie down and rest, instead of sitting and napping.

"No, thank you, I brought my own food. Barrett stopped the coachman and politely said to the people around him, "However, if you can drink a little hot soup at night, it will help relieve fatigue." ”

"Who has that idle mind? The coachman gave Barrett a strange look, "During the journey, hard work is nothing, safety is the most important." If you're in the mood for something good, it's never too late to enjoy it when you arrive at your destination. ”

"Don't worry, if it's just a pot of soup, it won't take long. Barrett slashed several branches of a nearby tree with his sword at his waist, and used them to make a stand on the campfire, "Otherwise, you will be able to drink a hot marvila parsnips soup." He made his tone as friendly as possible.

Barrett had ridden his horse for almost a whole day, and was quite tired physically and mentally (he was still not used to riding), and if he could not drink a sip of hot soup at this time, so that his body and mind could be truly relaxed, but could only eat those cold foods with cold water in the water bag, it would be more uncomfortable for the brute than directly killing him.

Even in the misty forest, facing all kinds of monsters and monsters, no one could stop Barrett from taking a sip of hot soup.

Yes and no!

"When I was on my way, I saw some marvila parsnips growing on the side of the road, and the rhizomes of these plants looked very similar to white carrots. Oh no, go, go, I didn't call you. He shoved away the carrots that had come over him, "Eat your own dinner." ”

"Where did I say?" he looked at the coachman.

"Mavira parsnip, you said that the rhizome of this thing is like a white ...... Carrots?" The coachman replied with a strange face.

"Yes, but the taste is completely different!" Barrett said to the crowd with a hand raised at his mount, "When I was in Nord in the past, my father used to use Marvila parsnips to stew soup, and this thing is also good to bake and eat, and it tastes very special, you will know when you taste it." ”

"What do you use to make soup? I didn't see you with a soup pot right away. The coachman became more and more curious about his invited guest, "Don't think of borrowing it from me, I never carry such a thing in my carriage." ”

"Soup pot, I've always carried it with me. Barrett reached for the stand he had just set, and a dark, shiny soup pot suddenly appeared in his hand and was hung on the stand.

This move startled everyone around, and the little girl came out with a gentle "ah", and then covered her mouth with her little hand, but her face was full of incredulity.

"Are you a mage?" the little girl asked in a soft voice towards Barritt, the fear on her face turning to excitement and curiosity.

"No, I'm just an ordinary adventurer. Barrett replied, "Do you know, adventurer?"

The little girl nodded obediently, but the excitement on her face turned into a deep disappointment that could not be concealed, which made Barrett feel a little embarrassed.

Why? Isn't the adventurer the hero and prince of your heart? he thought with some resentment, there are many more poems and books in praise of the adventurer than the mage!

"Space Ring?" asked the obese middle-aged man, wide-eyed.

"You're right. Barrett nodded at him, added some water to the soup pot with a water bag, added half a bag of milk, and threw in a few pieces of dried cheese, ready to use a dagger to peel the parsnips that looked like white carrots.

He's as proficient at doing it as he is at hunting monsters.

The cowering look of the fat man in the scarf disappeared completely. The man stared at Barrett's left hand, his eyes full of envy, "I've always wanted to have a ring like this, I've always wanted to! By the way, I have a small pouch and there is an extra space inside, but it's too small and there is very little room for it. Speaking of this, the fat man's face suddenly changed, "This...... Well...... , I didn't bring it with me when I came out this time, haha, I didn't bring it, I went to Vanilla City to visit relatives. He smiled wryly.

Barrett didn't care about the fat man's clumsy cover-up, and it was understandable to do so in the face of strangers, but it would just make him appear to be a little unintelligent.

"How many gold coins did you buy your ring? 4,000 or 5,000, is there a lot of space in it, and how many sacks of wheat can it hold?" the man asked reluctantly.

"Oh my God, a ring costs so much money!" the coachman looked at Barrett with a look of surprise on his face, "Are the adventurers so rich now?" Alas, I used to want to be an adventurer, but Martha happened to be pregnant, you know, as a man, you have to be responsible after all. ”

The wooden stick in the coachman's hand unconsciously scratched on the ground, "You can go away from home, abandon a woman who loves you, or abandon your troublesome little cubs." But to abandon a woman who not only loves you, but is also pregnant with your flesh and blood, I don't think anyone can do it, not even a goblin. He sighed, "If that weren't the case, maybe I'd be wielding a sword instead of a horsewhip, and making a lot of gold like you." The coachman looked at Barrett's saber at his waist, "not like now, where he toiled for days and could only get two or three silver coins to survive." ”

"I didn't buy this, I gave it to someone else. Moreover, I can't afford it either. Barrett said casually to the crowd as he was busy with his work. After peeling the parsnip, he simply roasted the plant on the fire until the white rhizome gave off a faint smell of vanilla and a slight sourness, and then threw it into the soup pot.

The water and milk in the pot blended together, slowly gurgling, the cheese had melted, and the rich milky aroma slowly diffused into the air.

"It's so fragrant!" the little girl sniffed hard, staring at the soup pot with big round eyes, and the loss on her face turned into anticipation.

"Someone else's gift?ha, I don't believe it. The coachman shook his head, "It's better to say that you robbed it when you were a robber." ”

The fat man also had a skeptical look on his face, as if he was saying to Barrett, this reason you are looking for is worse than the one I used before.

"Robbing and giving are actually similar, except that one is forced and the other is voluntary, but they all have one thing in common - they don't need to spend their own money. Barrett smiled, "conjured" two more onions, and walked a little further away from the campfire, ready to start peeling the onions.

To be honest, peeling onions is not a good job. This work would bring Barrett to tears every time, but it couldn't help it, if you didn't put onions in the soup, it always felt like something was missing in terms of taste.

Barrett has always been strict with herself when it comes to food.

Just as he was about to slowly peel the onion with his eyes closed, he suddenly heard a very soft, rustling sound from the grass not far away, as if something was moving through the grass, and slowly approaching.

Barrett threw down the onion and pulled the sword 'Iron Bride' from her waist again.

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