Margaret had already been scratched by the rich fragrance, and couldn't wait to take out two large bowls, scoop a mouthful of thick soup, and taste it without caring about burning her mouth, "It's so fragrant, Mr. Wednesday's craftsmanship is so good." ”

Wednesday smiled and said, "What is this, if the seasoning is complete, I can make more delicious food, and when I go back, I will let you taste my craft." ”

Of course, this is not because Wednesday is more diligent, nor does it mean that you want to be a specialist chef, but because cooking can increase your cooking proficiency, and the food you make can also have some attributes attached, although it is very average.

For example, this pot of stewed pine forest chicken with mushrooms, in addition to increasing cooking proficiency by 5 points, also has three additional talent attributes. The attribute is strength +2, muscles and bones +1, although it only lasts for sixty minutes, but it is still a good thing.

Of course, Wednesday also knows that the main reason why these three attributes can be added is that the quality of the ingredients and medicinal materials is relatively high, and the first two days on Wednesday also roasted pine forest chicken and ate it, but it only recovered fifty points of health, and it was only effective when eaten within half an hour.

However, this provided Wednesday with an idea to use the food he made to improve his strength. If you can make that kind of food that permanently improves your talent attributes, Wednesday is willing to be a chef for a lifetime, anyway, it's three meals a day, and you can't waste much time.

And Margaret naturally didn't know this, the depression caused by not finding ginseng and the nervousness caused by the sudden appearance of mercenaries were all attracted by the big pine forest chicken. She also often stews pine forest chicken, but she never thought that it could be stewed like this, there is so much attention to the stewing process, and the stewed taste can be so fragrant.

Wednesday was also secretly amazed, but he was amazed by the wonder and richness of this world. Let's just say that this pine forest chicken is slightly larger than the pheasant, and the flight ability is stronger than the pheasant, but the delicate and tender meat quality is several grades higher than the pheasant. There are also those mushrooms, the taste is also quite delicious, and the medicinal power of those herbs is also stronger.

After eating and drinking, Wednesday and Margaret cleaned up and rested.

The three members of the Agni Mercenary Regiment were also well fed and drunk, but they did not rest directly, but quietly approached them on Wednesday. They were all experienced mercenaries, and they were not affected at all by the mountains and forests at night, and soon found the tent where Wednesday and Margaret were resting.

"Brooks, Mullen, you get rid of that bald boy first," the white-robed mage commanded in a low voice.

Brooks was probably the least of the people here, and when he heard the rumors, he felt for the tent, which was obviously larger. They were right, Wednesday was the larger tent they usually lived in, and Margaret herself lived in a slightly smaller tent that looked a little more feminine.

The red-haired swordsman Mullen muttered in a low voice, "Do you still use two people?" and after looking at Margaret's tent greedily, he still took the broadsword from his back and followed behind Brooks.

Brent, the white-robed mage, smiled silently when he saw this, and then touched it like Margaret's tent.

When Brooks was about to touch Wednesday's tent, he suddenly fell into a pit with a soft foot, followed by a scream of "ah-" that broke the silence of the forest in an instant. And Male, who was a little behind, and Brent, who was on the other side, stood still suddenly, and just wanted to say something, and then they heard a sound of cheats breaking through the air in the dark, it was a bow and arrow.

"It's not good, there's an ambush, run away," Mullen shouted and turned around and ran.

Although Brent, the white-robed mage, did not speak, he moved much faster than Marlen, and began to run away after Brooks fell into the trap. It's just two people, a swordsman and a mage, and Brent's escape speed is obviously much slower.

Just as the two of them were about to escape from this dangerous area, a figure suddenly jumped from a pine tree, raised its broadsword and slashed at the mage's head. Brent's eyes were terrified, even if a mid-level mage was approached by a swordsman unprepared, there was no good way but to be split in half.

At this time, Mullen held a broadsword to block this inevitable sword for Brent, and shouted sharply: "I will block him, you will do ......it" But as soon as the words fell, he was slashed three times by the black shadow, although they were all blocked, but the huge force made him retreat continuously, and even Zhen's arm was a little numb.

After seeing this scene, Brent, who had escaped, quickly took out his staff and silently recited the incantation, and three seconds later, the staff emitted a slight burst of light, and he pointed his staff to the ground, and after releasing the spell, he fled without looking back.

Seeing this scene in Mullen's dodge, it was cold from head to toe, he didn't expect Brent to abandon him without hesitation, although the current situation is very dangerous, and it is the best choice to flee quickly, but he will be entangled in order to save Brent, otherwise he would have fled a long time ago.

But now that Brent was rescued by him, he escaped alone without hesitation, which is what makes Mullen feel the most.

Seeing that Brent had fled, Mullen didn't want to be entangled anymore, blocked a few times in a row, and changed directions without a trace with the strength of the shock, although he felt a huge gap between himself and the other party, but under the stimulation of the huge desire to survive, he was extraordinarily sober.

Stretching out his broadsword again to block the opponent's fierce sword, Mullen quickly retreated, turned his head and chased in the direction of Brent's escape, thinking that after catching up with Brent, he must humiliate him, and let everyone know that he Brent is an ungrateful and ungrateful despicable villain who will take revenge.

But as soon as he escaped three meters away, Malen suddenly felt that his feet were weak, as if he had stepped on a piece of cotton, and his heart was horrified, when did a trap appear in this place? After his body fell into it uncontrollably, Malen was completely desperate, this was not a trap, but Brent's magic technique "swamp technique".

Trapped in place by the swamp technique, Mullen looked at the black shadow chasing him like a dead heart, closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

The black shadow is naturally Wednesday, although he is not a very smart person, but he is not stupid, he has long been on guard, so he dug a trap before camping, and made a bunch of trigger-type bows and arrows, although the lethality is not too strong, but in the dark night it is enough to scare the unknown enemy.

In fact, the effect is obvious, otherwise Wednesday would not have been the match for these three. In particular, the mage's direct escape was a favorite event on Wednesday, and his purpose was to scare them away. But he didn't expect this fierce red-haired swordsman to be trapped for no reason when he fled.

He doesn't remember setting a trap in this place? Wednesday lit a torch and caught the dim woods cold, and came to the red-haired swordsman's side, shaking his head and teasing: "It seems that your comrades don't like you very much, and they will abandon you at a critical moment, and they will also give you a stumbling block." ”

Wednesday said it lightly, but in his heart he was extremely vigilant, although he had not seen the power of the spell, but from the other party's ability to create a swamp out of thin air, it was obviously no worse than the description in the novel, if he accidentally fell into such a swamp, it is estimated that he would have to wait for death like a red-haired swordsman.

He approached the red-haired swordsman, looked at the situation of the swamp created by this magic, and praised: "Yes, good means, what level of mage is your companion?"

"Yes, it's an intermediate magician," the red-haired swordsman replied honestly when he saw the broadsword in Wednesday's hand, for fear that Wednesday would also stab him in the neck. At this time, his legs were stuck in a man-made swamp more than half a meter deep and he couldn't move, of course, to be honest, the mercenary was not a soldier.

Curious, Wednesday probed the swamp with a wooden stick and asked, "What's the name of this spell?"

"It's called swamp spell," the red-haired swordsman replied cautiously, "it's a combination of earth spells and water spells......"

Wednesday nodded with satisfaction, stood up and shook the red-haired swordsman's face with a torch, and after seeing his appearance clearly, he asked, "What mercenary group are you from? What is your name, and what level is the team?"

"I, my name is Maren Zadiles, I'm from the Flame Mercenary Regiment, a D-class mercenary regiment," the red-haired swordsman, Maren Zadiles, lowered his head and said.

Wednesday crouched in front of Mullen and chuckled, "Okay, Mr. Zadiles of the D-Class Mercenary Regiment of Agni, what do you think I should do with you?"

Maren hurriedly raised his head and begged, "Don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, you can do whatever you want with me." ”

"Hahaha, how could I kill you? I'm not the kind of person who kills innocents indiscriminately," Wednesday said with a laugh, "but as punishment, you have to hand over everything on you, you have no problem with that, right?"

"No opinion, no opinion," Mullen heard this, and quickly took out the things on his body and put them in front of Wednesday, with a flattering smile on his face, "It's all here." ”

Looking at the bits and pieces on the ground, Wednesday said noncommittally: "Don't fool me, if you let me know that you are hiding one thing, I will cut off one of your arms, two is two arms, three is plus a leg, four, hehe, you know." ”

"Understood, understood," Ma Lun nodded hurriedly, but a cold sweat broke out in his heart, if his limbs were cut off, even if the other party didn't kill him, he could only wait for death in this old forest.

"That's good," Wednesday said, with a satisfied expression, "tell me, what is this thing for, and what is it for?" as he picked up a stone that shimmered green, which looked like an emerald, but not like it.

Mullen explained attentively: "This is green light stone, a gemstone that stores mana, but this, ahem, is not of high quality." ”

"Where's this ring?" asked Mullen as he reluctantly took off the ring on his finger and snatched it up.

Ma Lun was reluctant and helpless, but at this time, he had to endure the pain of parting his love, and said with a smile: "This is a storage ring." ”