The pink rabbit meat is cut into thin slices, buttered in a small dry pan, and then the rabbit meat is put into the pan, and the squeaking sound is heard in the kitchen. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info soon the rabbit meat will become golden, sprinkle a little lake salt.

Mowglitte grabbed a piece of fried golden rabbit meat with her bare hands and threw it into her mouth, the juice was full and full of strange aromas, a little more chewy than ordinary ghost wind rabbit meat. The gray dwarf took two bites and swallowed it. "It's so delicious, if White Rock doesn't have a ghost wind bunny to eat, who would want to come to this place where birds don't!" Morgaret said to herself.

Pieces of golden-colored Ghost Wind Rabbit King meat lay out on a white plate, and Morgridle sprinkled a little lake salt evenly on top of the rabbit as he prepared to feast on it. A popping sound sounded in the kitchen, and the crow flew in.

"Morgritte, you are a man who is destined to become a god craftsman, how can you be so depraved. The angry crow looked at the golden flesh of the Ghost Wind Bunny King fried on the plate.

"I just woke up, I didn't brush my teeth, I didn't wash my face. Just tell me this!" Morgaret laughed awkwardly.

"How can the future master of the god craftsman not have perfect eight-pack abs, look at your current appearance, you are not allowed to eat these salty and greasy things in the future. The crow croaked.

Morgriet bowed her head and rushed out of the kitchen in frustration, confronting Nicholas.

"The god doesn't need abs, I can eat it. "The lightning mage has been peeking at the strange scent in the kitchen for a long time, and now he finally found an opportunity to intervene. He picked up his plate and ate a piece of roasted meat.

"It's salty and greasy, it's so unhealthy. Nicholas almost swallowed his tongue, he had never eaten such a delicious barbecue, "The god doesn't need perfect abs, leave this kind of barbecue to me in the future." ”

By the time Morkriet returned to the kitchen, the roast had been wiped out by Nicholas. Only a gnawed white skeleton remained.

"Are you a dog?" the gray dwarf has the heart to die, and after working so hard, he actually ate a bite of the meat of the ghost wind rabbit king, this world is really unfair.

Nicholas looked at the gray dwarf and quickly found a reason to sneak out of the kitchen of Purgatory.

"Materazzi, I think we need to talk!" the gray dwarf pulled over a chair and sat down in front of the raven.

"Well, we do need to talk. Raven stood on the table, turning her gaze away from the minced flesh of the Ghost Storm Bunny's bones.

"Man, I don't care how you got here, I think you should understand that I have my own life. The gray dwarf pointed to the raven and said solemnly.

"Boy, how do you speak," the crow's silvery, sharp beak pecked at the gray dwarf's finger, "boy, who do you think you are, do you call you a few times, the master doesn't know the east, west, north and south." ”

Mowglitte screamed, and he quickly withdrew his hand. "The great Materazzi is also something you can point to and talk to?" the crow's attack fell on Morgriette's hand again, and blood flowed immediately.

"Who's the master, you abominable stinky bird!" said Morgritte, furious, and fought with the crow with both hands on his left and right, and although the crow was nimble, the kitchen space was limited, and soon the air was littered with falling black feathers.

"Ungrateful bastards, stinking dwarves of the Western Ghats, Mowglitte bastards!" the crow cursed as it flew through the air.

"Shut up for me. Mowglitte dipped her spiritual power into the dragon-patterned bracer on her wrist, and suddenly the bracer emitted a burst of white light, sucking the gray dwarf into the enchanted forest.

"We need to talk, have a good talk!" Morgaret stood in the Enchanted Forest, the kitchen of Purgatory was not a good place to talk, and Mowglitte thought it would be better to talk here.

The crow landed on the cherry tree in the Enchanted Forest, and it pecked off a large bright red cherry and swallowed it with a grunt. Morwritte was very distressed when she saw it, there were not many cherries on the cherry tree. The crow didn't seem to be able to enjoy eating one, and wanted to eat it again.

"Enough, let's have a good talk, Uncle Materazzi, let's talk about it. Okay?" Morgaret knew the value of the Flawless Scar, and now every time the crow ate one, it was as if he had swallowed countless gold moores. And these are his, his Kim Moore.

"Well, boy, one day you'll beg Uncle Materazzi to eat cherries. "The crow flew down from the cherry tree.

"You're my pet, aren't you?" asked Morgridt, cautiously.

"Well, yes, but you should be honored to have the great Materazzi as a pet, don't you?" the crow rested on Mowglitte's shoulder, holding its head high.

"Yes, I feel very honored, but as a pet, you should not interfere with the owner's life. Morwritte said depressedly. As the instrument spirit of the hammer, the crow is an existence that the gray dwarves are unwilling to give up.

"How can this be said to be interference, Morgritte, you are a man who wants to become a godsmith, and you should fight for this ideal. Raven said.

"You're not kidding, I'm a black blacksmith now, and as long as I can reach the silver level, I'll go back to the Western Ghats, where a large area of mountains belongs to me. With a wave of his hand, Morwritte seemed to return to the valley of the Western Ghats, where he knew the furnaces, castles, villages, and mines.

"I know that the coming-of-age ceremony of the gray dwarves, every gray dwarf needs to travel to the continent before they reach adulthood, and only blacksmiths who have reached the silver level are eligible to return to the Western Ghats to inherit the mines belonging to their fathers. How many years have you been out?" the crow is an antique that has lived for many years, and even knows the traditions of the gray dwarves well.

"I've been out for thirteen years, and if I don't get the silver badge of the Blacksmiths' Guild for seven more years, I'll have to go back to the Western Ghats and become a miner. "If I can craft a silver-tier weapon now, I'll be able to go home." ”

"Poor Morgritte, who only thinks of being a silver blacksmith," said the raven, "believe me. You are a man destined to become a craftsman!"

"Why me, not Miki or Nicholas?" Morgaret asked.

"It's all fate, and the threads of fate entangle us. It was as if she saw a god stick in the temple standing in front of her.