Then Frederick turned his head to see that a beautiful disc the size of a washbasin was pushed in front of him by the chef, and the lid of the hemisphere was lifted, and inside was a bloody dragon's liver, with sharp edges, rich blood vessels at the bottom, and a vivid red color, and the flesh was actually glittering, flashing a dull red fluorescence!

"Raw?!" Frederick's eyes fell. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Yes. Filia nodded innocently and tilted her head to look at him: "Any cooking will damage the biological enzymes and fire essence contained in dragon liver. So eating it raw is the right choice. ”

"It's still so big!" exclaimed Frederick.

"You think a dragon can fill this room when it's lying on its stomach," said the quartermaster, looking jealous, "you're still too big?"

"It's still glowing!" Frederick poked the dragon's liver with a fork, making sure there was something glowing inside the microvessels.

"The fire element is a powerful source of energy, so it is not very stable, and light reactions occur when the concentration is too high. Filia patiently explained, hoping that he would honestly eat all the dragon liver: "Remember the Teutonic knight's ghost-fire-like eyes when he went berserk? That is the 'Angel Pupil' phenomenon that occurs when the concentration of the fire element increases. The dragon liver glows, proving that it is still fresh, you can eat it quickly. ”

Filia was so patient that she seemed to be coaxing a child, and this rare gentleness made Frederick unable to say half a "no", and she picked up the knife and fork in a trembling manner, and went to cut the dragon's liver. He gritted his teeth and swallowed a piece, only to feel that the meat was smooth and bloody, and every time he chewed, the taste was stronger, and the unique taste of internal organs was stronger than leeks.

Frederick swallowed it with a hideous face, at first he was not accustomed to eating, his stomach rolled disobediently, he swallowed it and came back, he forced himself, vomited in his throat and swallowed it raw, grinning with his teeth, very sad.

Filia looked hideous when she saw him eating raw liver, and then she realized that he might rarely eat raw meat, and sympathetically fed him a spoonful of condensed milk: "Is it sad to eat it raw? Ah, open your mouth. ”

Frederick frowned and took the spoon in his mouth. Suddenly, the rich milky aroma rushed from his mouth into his nose, and the creamy condensed milk sweetly melted in his mouth, coupled with the thick mellow aroma of dragon liver, which made him slowly accept this heavy taste of eating.

The quartermaster had an uncomfortable throat, lowered his head and coughed dryly. Filia opened her mouth for a second, thinking "This spoon can't be used", and was still confused, when she suddenly realized that she was feeding him, and then she realized that she was feeding him, and then she realized that the quartermaster's cough turned out to be what it meant, and suddenly her face turned red as if she was drunk, and she thought in confusion and surprise: "What am I doing, why do I feed him!" ”

Filia suddenly turned her face back, looked at the crème brûlée at a loss, sat upright, raised her eyebrows pitifully, blushed crampedly, and said, "You, you must not waste it! "I always feel that the quartermaster and the cook are looking at me, obviously not doing anything excessive, but I am so ashamed that I am restless, and even I am worried that others will misunderstand, and I am even more afraid of this subtle cold field. So she stood up and tried to correct herself, looked at Frederick and said, "Look at it, you have to win in the arena." In order to hide his panic, he said this so hard that even the pointed ears of the elf moved, and this involuntary little appearance was so cute that Frederick bit the spoon and leaned back, leaving her alone.

With that, she brought the plate of golden toast with condensed milk to Frederick, pretended that everything was above board and deliberate, and muttered, "I'm leaving." Holding the cup of crème brûlée, he nervously ran out of the door.

"She's still wearing long boots, I'm really scared of her. "The quartermaster defuses the embarrassment as if nothing happened.

"She, she's so cute when her ears move, what does that mean to an elf?" Frederick quickly changed the subject.

"I don't know. It's certainly not mosquito fighting. The quartermaster shrugged his shoulders, and as soon as a smile came out, he suddenly saw something terrible, and in an instant he straightened his face, and pulled his smile back as if he braked sharply, and lowered his head to cut the beef seriously.

Frederick looked back, saw that Filia's red hair was disheveled, ran back and asked the cook for another spoon, gave the quartermaster a fierce look, and then shook his long hair, twisted his body and hurried away, and the figure was shaking as he trotted, and it was beautiful.

"Knight's Chief...... Sure enough, it's thin-skinned. Frederick cut the dragon's liver and muttered to avoid the cold.

"The Eight Virtues shine in her," said the quartermaster, looking wistfully at the back of the chief knight running away, his heart swaying, and he felt that his superiors were particularly charming when he blushed, "if it did not create white terror, it would be perfect." ”

"Makes sense. ”

"Makes sense. ”

Frederick and the cook agreed in unison, thoughtfully: "It's too much to even." ”

"Yes, it's too much. ”

"It's all the new recruit's fault. ”

It took Frederick twenty minutes to finish the dragon's liver whole, juice dripping from the corners of his mouth. If it weren't for the delicious condensed milk, Frederick doubted that he would have been able to make it to the last bite - the bile duct area of the dragon liver was simply hard to swallow.

However, under the constraints of military discipline, the dragoons have long been accustomed to high-quality beef from medium-rare to medium-rare, and there is no psychological barrier at all to eating raw dragon liver or something, so everyone is puzzled by Frederick's eating expression.

After the meal, Frederick drank two more glasses of water, and then washed his mouth, only to feel hot and dry, and had the illusion of being able to pull out the mountains and cover the world. Remembering his grandfather's agreement, he hurriedly took his leave, dragged his horse out of the stable, galloped out of the streets, and flew out of the city.

More than ten miles away, Aojin Manor is not close or far, and it just arrived after half an hour. Frederick looked out at the waist-high grass and saw a complex of simple villas nestled in the middle of the mountains, obscured by the shadows of the trees, and could not see the lawn of the manor or the abandoned tennis court.

On the contrary, the forest under the moon casts a lot of ghosts, and the rustling of leaves comes and goes, and the grandfather does not know where he is, which makes people involuntarily wary.

Suddenly, waist-deep wild grass "swooped" and moved, as if there were creatures lurking. Frederick's ears were pricked up, and he turned back in an instant, his hand already on the hilt of his sword behind his back.

The scabbard sharpened the imperial soldier, and there was a sharp but slow sound of drawing the sword. Frederick slowly turned his horse's head and raised his knife to stare at the meadow under the moon.

The one-meter-tall grass swayed, and there were creatures walking in it, but they couldn't see the size clearly. Frederick frowned for a second, then turned over and dismounted, suddenly squeezed the clutch, and stabbed his sword into the earth with his backhand. The spine of the sword spewed sparks, suddenly igniting the weeds.

Frederick turned around and jerked his horse's buttocks, and the horse ran away. Frederick took two steps back, saw that the wild grass in front of him was quickly burned to ashes, suddenly pulled the cloak to cover his face, and plunged into the fire, after the scorching heat in an instant, he threw himself into a scorched earth, and looked up, he was indeed standing in the middle of the burned fire, and the ring of fire was scrambling to spread, quickly engulfing the wild grass, and quickly burning out and extinguishing, leaving the glowing rhizomes of the fireflies, waiting for the spring breeze to blow and grow again.

The ashes of wildfire flew in the air, like a swarm of mosquitoes flying into the sky. The "crackling" burning sound gradually rolled away, and the "rustling" sound of the wild grass lurking and moving was frightened, and hurriedly retreated for a while, and suddenly turned into a wild rush of shaking the ground and mountains, and ran away quickly, turning into a black shadow that jumped up the hill, hidden behind the bushes, and looked at Frederick coldly.