For things like eating steak, I just eat it when it's cooked, and I don't have any research. In the end, how familiar it is, I just heard people brag to me, how good is the seven-medium ripe, and how good is the five-medium ripe. I always stared at them as they described to me how soft and babbling my teeth were, but I didn't feel anything.

Just like now, they talk about how the cattle in the West are different from those in the Elwin Forest, how the water they drink and the grass they eat, and even about the use of herbs to improve the quality of the meat.

I can't interject, and I don't have the words to interject. So I waited silently for another portion of meat to be served.

The steak in front of me had been wiped out by me, but my stomach told me it was more.

A few minutes later, when a medium-rare steak was served, I was intrigued, and I guess the steak was just holding back the blood from coming out, and I could clearly smell the smell of blood.

But I like the taste.

Everyone was looking at me, and they could tell from their eyes that they hadn't eaten medium-rare fierce men here before.

My ability to use knives and forks was innate, but the rules of etiquette were learned in Ravenhold.

Elegantly raised his arms, lifted and fell lightly, and cut the steak in front of him without hurrying or slow, and the blood that flowed out in an instant was very eye-catching.

In front of everyone's attention, the bloody steak was stuffed into my mouth. From the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, from the mouth to the nose, the strong smell of blood told me that the cow must have just died.

The corners of Marcus' mouth clenched told me he was a little ...... Astonished.

I like the taste, raw, unrestrained, nose-punching, but it makes me feel excited, it's the smell of blood.

The steak was quickly eaten, and the duke had a smile in his eyes. "Is the taste acceptable?"

I wiped my mouth with a scarf, and I was worried that eating a mouthful of blood was not very unsightly. "Very good...... It's delicious. I replied with a smile.

"Hah! I've never tried what medium-rare tastes like, but maybe this kind of beef tastes good with medium-rare. The Duke laughed.

"I still don't recommend trying your teeth." The Duchess teased casually.

"My teeth are fine." The Duke immediately retorted with a frown, a question that seemed to make him feel that he was getting old.

"I'm worried about that shreds of flesh stuffing into your cavities." The Duchess shook her head, "You should remember one ......"

"Enough! Ask the kitchen to bring me a medium-rare one! "The duke should feel faceless, his tone is not very good." Colonel Bill, do you need another one? ”

"Uh...... Thank you. My portion could be roasted a little more tender. I said.

"Oh......," the Duke raised his eyebrows and let out a soft sigh. He glanced at me and said to the servant behind him. "Grill Colonel Bill's steak again...... Lighten up. ”

The Duchess's face was slightly displeased, and several retainers did not dare to make a mistake, so they all ate alone in a low voice. The atmosphere at the table suddenly became awkward.

"Grayson seems to have been on the front for a while......" the Duke said to me, breaking the embarrassment.

"Yes, he was in Brightwood for a few days."

"But it's said he's already back in Stormwind, and he's said he's sick." He squinted as he spoke.

"This ...... I don't know. I was out on a mission at the time. ”

"But I heard he went out with you, and then he got sick when he got back to camp."

"Uh...... Yes. ”

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing."

"This kid never got sick, and he was a very fierce fighter."

"Maybe he's not very comfortable with the swamp environment."

"But I've heard that when he came back to the camp he said you were dead. Is there such a thing? ”

This surprised me, how did he know this? Looking into the way he looked at me, he seemed to be curious to know what was going on.

"It's in some danger." I say.

"Ha, just now you said that he didn't fit in. Colonel, isn't this eldest young master of ours a good place to serve? He had something to say.

"Fortunately, it's normal for the noble son to have some tempers."

"Oh?" His tone changed. "So you're a little conflicted."

"There is no contradiction, we are just ...... I was in danger of encountering some monsters, and he really thought I wouldn't survive, and I guess anyone else would have thought that way. I smiled.

The Duke was obviously not very satisfied with my answer. "You're saying you've encountered monsters. What monsters? ”

"The monster in the swamp, we can't kill him, it killed several people around Grayson." I say.

"You're going to split up in that kind of place." He looked at me with a smile.

It gave me goosebumps.

"In the end, he was the only one who came out alive, didn't he?" His smile tells me he knows a lot of things! He knew I was hiding a lot from him. It's a really bad feeling! Very bad!

"Yes, sir. I was literally entangled in a monster at the time. "That's all I can say.

"There's still something like this in that swamp...... What's inside that building? He asked.

I didn't dare to change his eyes when I saw him, and tried to keep myself as flat as I had been. "That's a temple built by the trolls." I can't lie, I don't know how much he knows.

"Temple." He nodded. "What's in there?"

"Monsters, trolls, half-human, half-ghost things, snakes, all sorts of things that aren't quite suitable for talking about here." I glanced at the Duchess. "I'm sorry, uh...... Isn't our steak good yet? ”

"What are you trapped in that made Grayson give up on you?" He didn't want to end the conversation.

"...... Something unclean, like ghosts and stuff. "I try to keep my smile out of shape.

The Duke's eyes stared at me for several seconds, and the gaze was extremely uncomfortable. He burst out laughing. "Hah! Grayson's illness turned out to be terrifying! ”

Everyone around them burst into laughter.

"Did he pee his pants in fear?"

"You know, I didn't have time to smell the smell of urine when I was under siege." I say.

"Hahahaha!" The people around him laughed again.

"It seems that our Lord Breck is not going to be cured of this illness easily."

"Is his last name Brink?"

The Duke nodded, "Don't you know?" ”

"This is the first time I've heard of it, Lord Grayson Brick."

"His father is Duke Hardmond Brick." Duke Fotagen wiped his beard from his mouth. "Does a steak take that long to grill? Is not your fire hot? He turned his head and shouted to the back kitchen.

This is another gaffe of his. I didn't look at him, but picked up a piece of meat from the basin on the table and nibbled on it.

It's not what I thought it was!

Soon the meat came, and this time there were traces of frying on the surface of the steak, but it was clear that the tender and undercooked meat underneath was clearly visible. Can this fucking be cooked?

The surface of the fried roast was covered with a strong smell of blood, but I couldn't tell the aroma. I glanced at the Duke, who was putting meat into his mouth.

The expression on his face froze for a few tenths of a second. But I saw it clearly, returned to normal in an instant, and then pretended to be normal and chewed it a few times, raised an eyebrow and said, "Raw taste, wild taste." He said, looking at the people and at me. You're wilder, Colonel. ”

I stretched out my knife and fork to cut the meat, but the knife obviously couldn't cut the meat.

"Someone, get the colonel a sharper pair of knives and forks." The corners of the duke's mouth were slightly raised with some mockery.

"No need!" I glanced at him. "I'm still more comfortable with this one." As I spoke, I pulled out a short dagger from my waist and cut the steak into two pieces with great smoothness.

Then the meat was picked up with a dagger. "Is this a cow from the West?" I asked.

"The cattle of the Elwyn Forest." Marcus said.

The eyes of the crowd showed their thoughts clearly. This piece of meat is completely undercooked, and the people who can eat such things may not have really seen it, and today they should have taken me for a weirdo.

Eccentrics, not warriors.

But I became interested in this kind of half-cooked meat, especially bloody meat.

"How many gnolls did Lord Bill encounter?" Marcus asked.

"Ten, or more." I try to eat as slowly as possible.

"What are they?" He asked.

"It's not a dog, it's not a wolf, it can stand up and walk and fight like a human, and it can run and bite like a wolf when it's lying on the ground."

"Were you bitten by them?" He stared at my shoulder.

"Yes."

He pursed his lips, and the man next to him smiled.

"The after-effects of this disease are a bit trickier." He said.

"Mad dogs?" I made it clear. "Needling Carsus said no problem."

"He hasn't been cured of this disease since I met him, after all, he hasn't seen anything like this in years."

"Many years? How many years? Have you seen it? "I'm a little angry.

"Nope." Marcus said. "But I've seen mad dogs."

"Have you ever been bitten by a mad dog before?" I asked.

He glanced at me obliquely. "No, but I'm sure it's going to be common from today." He smiled.

"Then you have to be careful, if the thing is bitten, I hope that Carsus will be able to heal it in time." I say.

I'm ready to touch him. Let him have an arm, this guy may not be able to beat me!

"Marcus, I'm going to send you out to clean up the gnolls in a few days, and when the food is reduced in the fall and winter, those things may be more rampant." The Duke glanced at him. "I hope you don't let them bite."

"Those things are said to have a gnoll in them that can heal." I say.

"It is said that a dog can recover if it is injured and thrown it on the ground, are you talking about it?" Marcus came out and interjected again.

I didn't answer him, and the Duke turned his eyes to look at me.

"It's a spell, and the bishops in the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind know about it."

"Ha, spell!" Marcus smiled dismissively.

The Duke didn't laugh, he just looked at me and fell into thought.

"Do you think the orcs in the eastern forests grew from trees?" I asked him rhetorically.

"Have you ever seen a spell in that temple?" He asked me.

"Yes. A spell that rises from the dead. "I started bragging.

"Ha, this cowhide blows ......"

"Shut up, Marcus." The Duke interrupted him. "I've only heard about spells, and I've heard that the pointed hats of the northern Dalaran are said to use this kind of esoteric trick."

"The legend of Medivan in Stormwind many years ago is known to us in the North." I say. "It exists, and it's not a joke. It is an indisputable fact that the gnolls are too. I'm just making a small suggestion, if there really is such a healing technique in their group, not to mention the war with the orcs and the gnolls, we will have to fight! ”