Elan and Christina, who were enjoying the pleasure of cooking together, looked at each other and smiled, neither of them spoke, they were immersed in a faint warmth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Little Lori was bored with a small wooden shield in one hand and a small wooden sword in the other, waving and playing by the tent, "Boom!", the sound came out of her mouth, not the weapon was wielded, otherwise it would really scare someone to death.

Elan glanced at the small wooden sword in Lori's hand and found that it was a super miniature version of the curved sword, and it seemed that Lori had finally embarked on the path of cutting the enemy into several pieces.

"Elan, there are very few men who know how to cook! they usually prefer to eat raw food than bother to cook with their hands!"

"I am more particular about what I eat, and cooking food is more delicious, which can not only make my tongue happy, but also allow my body to better replenish consumption!"

"Do you also know that if you cook food properly, you can make the food be eaten, and the life energy in the body can become more active and abundant?

"What is a potion?"

"It is a stronger potion, and it is very difficult to refine, not only the materials are scarce and precious, but the refining skills are also difficult to master.

The library in the Black Swan Castle has books on the subject.

You can check it out then, I'm not very interested in potions!"

The revelry crowd gradually dispersed, the two moons hung high in the sky, the snow was light, but the wind was still a little strong, and the drunken people, some went back to their homes, and some simply lay down in their houses.

In the corner of the room, Peters was being struck by two Sheriff's Department guards, one behind the other, all three of them looking drunken and hazy, with occasional expressions of enjoyment.

It was the two guards who enjoyed it, and Peters' face was full of tears and sadness.

The fortress, where the hustle and bustle had disappeared, was in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, and suddenly, three figures staggered out of the house, and the owners of the figures were all draped in coarse cloth blankets.

The three figures looked around in the clearing, and after discerning the next direction, they ran towards the outside of the fortress, their steps becoming more and more steady, and at the end, they even ran wildly on the snow.

Without alerting the gatekeepers of the fortress, they climbed directly onto the city walls, like spiders, climbing on the walls.

The hands exposed in the moonlight are rotten hands, red and white subcutaneous tissue, directly exposed to the air, and many black pus-filled *** are like beehives embedded in the arms.

Thick, sharp nails protruding from the fingertips, it was the "culprit" that helped the figures climb the walls, and when the figures ran out of the fortress, they chose the direction of the drawbridge.

The figures climbed over the walls of the fortress, landed on the ground and headed straight for the drawbridge, and after stepping on the drawbridge, the figures seemed to become excited, and the speed of their running increased suddenly, not in small but fast steps, but in large strides forward.

They pushed hard with each step, making a "thump" sound on the drawbridge.

The wind was blowing, and the coarse cloth blankets on their bodies rose with the wind, leaving their bodies and falling down into the unfathomable valley.

In the light of the two moons, they showed their true colors, and from their faces, it was vaguely recognizable that they were the three sick guys.

The appearance of these three people has changed a little, and their scalps have completely fallen off their heads as if they were melting, so they only have some hair on their temples and no eyebrows.

Saliva was dripping from their mouths, and their eyes were staring at the swarthy entrance to the prison.

The actions of the three of them did not attract the attention of the Peace Department or the Black Swan Castle.

Because Jerome and Sinia did not arrange for their subordinates to keep vigil, everyone was preparing for the return trip, and tired of the people during the day, except for those who were engaged in revelry, everyone else went to sleep.

The only guards were also standing behind the door.

After the three men left, the fortress became even more silent.

"Wow!

Inside the watchtower, Elan was intoxicated, tasting the vegetable soup made by Christina.

It was a frost moon, but the vegetable soup gave Elan a feeling of walking in a green field.

The vegetable soup is not made with fresh ingredients, but Christina brings out their most natural flavors.

"You're also very good..."

Perhaps only at this time did Christina and little Lori look like sisters at most, and they both stuffed their mouths to the mouth of the Saltham elison steak and the game lemonade fried rice made by Elan, and they glared at each other wide-eyed, grabbing the food on their plates.

"Don't rob, don't rob, I make enough food to ensure that we can eat enough, the halfling's cooking skills are really amazing, and there is no need for seasonings when cooking!

The man who was able to marry Christina as his wife is so happy to die, ah! I am full of hope for the future!"

Elan eats equally quickly, and little Lori and Christina immediately take a truce and turn to deal with Elan together.

Accustomed to Elan's cheekiness, Christina was no longer shy, she tuddled the golden wavy curls that fell down her chest, and said: "Your cooking skills are also very good, and some inconspicuous things, when used as spices, can produce such a wonderful change! ”

Little Lori made a fortune in a muffled voice, and while Elan was chatting with Christina, she pulled a lot of food on her plate.

"Elan, you've put a lot of thought into cooking, haven't you?

"Of course, I won't tell you that a man who couldn't cook in his previous life can't marry a wife!"

In his previous life, only three of the ten women he met could cook, and among the three women, two could cook well, and only one could cook delicious.

"I grew up in an orphanage in Hafenga, and when I came out, I had to do everything by myself, and after I learned how to cook, I could treat myself to food!

Next time, teach me how to make vegetable soup, I'm very interested in the halfling's cooking method without seasoning!"

"No problem, the halfling teacher thinks that the food itself is the best seasoning, you can also teach me how to cook with seasonings, I think Amelia likes it very much!"

Little Lori, who almost buried her little head on the plate, didn't forget to nod her head a few times after hearing Christina's words, and her face was covered with sauce and rice, which naturally attracted Christina's criticism and education.

At the same time, the few remaining patients in the house where Boris once lived, with a low roar from their mouths, slowly and slowly got up from the ground.

Immediately after, the sound of "tom!tom" sounded intermittently in the house, because many people in their sleep trembled violently, and their limbs began to hit the planks incessantly.

There was a normal person, after being woken up, he rubbed his eyes scoldingly, and stood up with a fire in his heart: "What a raised, what is the noise, and then the noise..."

"Bang"

The person who shouted and cursed was thrown down by the patient who stood up.

The patient grinned, the corners of his mouth split under the base of his ear, so that his mouth stretched out almost in a straight line, revealing a dense tusk of fangs and a long, slimy tongue.

Eventually, the patient bit down on the person below him, and after a few convulsions, the bitten person lost his voice.