Although there are strong troops moving in, Kari City is still in chaos, and there is a serious shortage of manpower in various positions. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe newly appointed lord also considered the possibility that someone would take advantage of the fire to loot, and arranged soldiers at the city gate to investigate. Although it plays a role, there will always be some fish that slip through the net.

For example, the registration record of Camos entering the city shows that he entered the city with two carriages, so there seems to be nothing wrong with the same two carriages when he left.

The status of the Carmos nobles made the soldiers jealous, and they took a cursory look at it and let them go, but in fact the goods had changed. On the road, Camos's carriage led the way in front, while the carriage behind was driven by Mo Yan. On the road from Karan to Kari, Mo Yan has learned to drive this ancient means of transport.

Nightingale, dressed as a traveler, lay on the carriage with her hood on her hood and swayed with it, thanks to which she was able to sleep in such conditions. This unexpected travel companion waited on the way out of the city with a carriage on the day of the trip, and everyone was surprised by her appearance.

Mo Yan knew that although Nightingale had been in Kari for several years, she was not a native here. Her employer was a Giza, who had a close relationship with Camos and was also a wealthy nobleman. Mo Yan can roughly determine the identity of which person, and for his son who is away, he really spares no effort to take care of his son who is a father.

Even if Camos would come to Karan, it was also arranged by this duke, otherwise where would Camos, who had never been a businessman, get the news that Karan would produce good goods?

"What are you carrying? It's so heavy?" Mo Yan touched the back carriage covered with canvas, judging from the volume, there were not many things in the carriage, not even as many as the carriage in front, but the carriage pulled by two horses could only barely keep up with the carriage in front, and the ruts in the rear were much deeper.

"Some gold ornaments, some Mithril arrowheads, some polished gems. ”

The nightingale, with her eyes closed, was alert, and the slightest word woke her up from her light sleep. This is the result of rigorous training, they can fall asleep instantly at any time and anywhere, and wake up immediately at any sound, and there is no real dividing line between day and night for people like them.

"Then you don't feel sorry?"

"It's covered with fur. ”

Nightingale casually reported the same, Mo Yan's eyebrows were a few points higher, but ...... In the end, he focused on the wrong place. Mo Yan knows that wealth is indispensable, but he doesn't take it so seriously to those who love money like his life.

No wonder Nightingale waited for Camos to leave with her, she simply couldn't have brought these things out without his nobility as a disguise. In the batch of "goods" brought by the nightingale, the ones that Mo Yan liked the most were those Mithril arrows. On the day the dragon arrived, he saw the arrows that were mounted on the crossbows.

From Camos, it was learned that Mithril was not only a precious metal circulating on the mainland. It is also one of the metals that can break through the armor of dragons, so it is undoubtedly the most suitable material for making weapons. Mo Yan didn't have the idea of using Mithril as a weapon before fighting the monster that Madrid had turned into, and only after suffering the loss of insufficient sharpness of the weapon did he begin to seriously consider how to strengthen it.

Mithril was originally the first material that Mo Yan considered, but he gave it up because of the high cost. According to Camos's calculations, if he wants to use Mithril to build a long knife of such a shape in his hand, a small villa in the center of the city in Giza will be gone, which is the housing price in a good location within the second ring road of Beijing.

It was true that the Thornland family had such financial resources, but even if Camos wanted to send it, his father would not have agreed. Will he know where Mo Yan came from, a liar who plans to eat and drink after knowing the identity of his son?

So Mo Yan could only retreat, and there were no longer a few high-end alloys on the mainland. The dwarves who spent their days and nights mining and smelting metals like nothing more than to fiddle with the ores and make all sorts of new alloys.

Mithril is a high-quality metal that was originally smelted, but it is expensive due to its scarcity in quantity, and the dwarves are looking for something to replace it. Countless experiments have resulted in a variety of products, although there is no one that can completely replace Mithril, but it has produced a series of excellent materials.

The price is not too outrageous, and it can temporarily meet the requirements of Mo Yan, Klu Steel is the best that can be chosen. But...... Now Mithril can be used, who still uses the scum of Kru steel.

"Thanks to you being able to find these things, the castle is already in ruins. Mo Yan turned around and continued to drive the carriage with satisfaction, now he felt that the heaviness on the carriage was so happy, and no one wanted to touch his Mithril Arrow!

There was a night owl in the ranks, and the vigil of the ranks was contracted by the nightingale. Although it seems a little too cruel to have a woman alone in charge of the vigil. But after knocking Mossa out in one-on-one, Camos had no objection to it. While it was true that Mosa was missing a hand, the nightingale did not take advantage of it.

Although it was not smooth sailing along the way, there were no major accidents, some robbers and monsters that were not strong, Mo Yan could solve them at will alone, and he also captured a lot of loot, and the travel expenses to Giza were available. After a month and a half of long travel, Mo Yan and the others finally entered Parral County, which was still seven days away from Giza.

"When you get to Nissan Town, you don't have to eat on the road. Camos drove the carriage into the stable of a hotel, and said with a smile to Mo Yan, who followed him: "There are places to buy food everywhere on the road below, and there is a roadside restaurant almost no step away, you can taste the flavor of Giza, which is very different from other places." ”

"Hehe, food, it's nothing more than frying, roasting, frying, boiling, but adding some spices indiscriminately. Along the way, Mo Yan, who understood the so-called mainland cuisine, pursed his lips with some disdain and said: "You still have a long way to go for the way of eating." ”

"Let's get beef noodles to eat tonight?" Mo Yan's words aroused Mosa's gluttony, wiped his saliva and said: "Come to a tomato scrambled egg that you made before, and eat it together~ Delicious in the world." ”

"Yes. The nightingale nodded vigorously. She is a person who has been trained in the temptation of desire, but now she feels that her training is going to be thrown into the dog's belly, and the so-called delicacies used for training in the past can really only be regarded as pig food here in Mo Yan.

Camos, who wanted to show off the food of his hometown, was not embarrassed to be ruthlessly slapped in the face by the three people, and he only mentioned it in passing.

The easy-to-carry gems were taken with them, and the rest were delivered directly to the inn's warehouse. The tightly wrapped things, as long as they are not exposed, no one will guess that those things are full of gold. And the only of the four who really took the gold to heart were Mosa and Nightingale, and one of them would pay special attention to the location of the warehouse.

The back kitchen of the hotel was a young man in charge, and there were three people to do it for him. Mo Yan looked at the small back kitchen and was a little strange, there are still three people to help in such a place? Are you planning to make a full banquet for the Manchu and Han Dynasty?

The young chef has no problem with the fact that guests want to borrow the back kitchen, and there are always people who are used to eating local food and want to do it themselves. Mo Yan noticed a detail, when the chef agreed to Mo Yan, he involuntarily glanced at the helpers, as if he couldn't do this.

"Black shop?" Mo Yan thought indifferently, this kind of thing he hadn't encountered before, there were some robbers on the road who killed the guards of the camp, and then waited for those merchants to send them to the door themselves. But...... If these guys are honest, it's fine, if they choose to do it, it's just to get some more gold coins called loot in his pocket.

There is ready-made beef soup in the store, and after boiling, Mo Yan took out the dough that was sent last night, sprinkled some flour on the cutting board, skillfully kneaded and stretched, and stretched the round dough into thin noodles. The young chef watched from the sidelines, his mouth never closed from the beginning of Mo Yan's noodles, and he knew for the first time that noodles could do this!

"Excuse me...... What are you doing now?" The young chef, who was half-collapsed, involuntarily leaned over, looked at Mo Yan who was stir-frying, and said, "What are you doing......?" Sorry, my name is Edward, yes...... It's the chef here. ”

"Tomato scrambled eggs. Mo Yan glanced at Edward and said, "It's very simple, if it weren't for those guys who love to eat, I wouldn't like to make this kind of unchallenging thing." ”

The new term "fried?" made Edward stunned, he had never heard such a pronunciation, let alone seen such a practice. He originally thought that his skills were already good, but he felt that he might have been a little too complacent before, and there were still many things in this world that he didn't know.

"Help get it out. Neatly put the tomato scrambled eggs into the small wooden barrel, Mo Yan, who took off his apron, wiped his hands, and said to the three helpers: "I left some left, you can also taste it, of course...... I won't pay for the use of the kitchen. ”

The three assistant chefs, who had already smelled the fragrance, hurriedly put down their busy work, picked up two buckets filled with beef ramen and tomato scrambled eggs, and followed Mo Yan out of the back kitchen.

"Do you sense something is wrong here?" Nightingale took a small bowl and got herself some ramen, not afraid of burning it at all. At the same time, although his mouth was full of noodles, he still spoke clearly, which was a miracle in Mo Yan's opinion.

Mo Yan glanced at the three helpers who were scrambling back to the back kitchen, took out a large basin from the backpack on the side and said, "Ah, I found something unusual, just pay attention, it should have nothing to do with us." ”