The three most common vegetables eaten by the civilians of Avenella are potatoes, lettuce and carrots.

The abundant moisture and fertile soil in the centre of the Ecasta Plains allow these crops to grow well, so they are not too expensive, and the average price of one to two denaux can be afforded by the average farmer.

The people who live on both sides of the Garrier River are also often able to catch some fish, shrimp and crabs for meat, and together with the livestock, it can be said that the life of the hundreds of thousands of inhabitants of Essenir in the land of eternal spring alone is very prosperous.

But the abundance of the ingredients could not save the poor cooking of the Arvenella peasants, as can be seen from the humorous words of the Baron de Avenella and gourmet, Henri de Theordo, which is not lacking in humor to describe one of the most common dishes eaten by the average Arvenella:

"Obviously, the whole point of making a soup is to throw all the ingredients in one go and cook them for two hours until they're all a gooey mess. 」

The soup is a common dish at home with an unappetizing texture and taste, but it is also something that farmers who lack seasonings can do with all their might.

The two flowers bloomed, and the sage and the Loan Dalori, who lived in the residence provided by His Royal Highness the Prince himself at the Vawasika Fortress, naturally had a supply of ingredients that were in line with this treatment.

Henry refused the help of his servants, but he was quite tolerant - or greedy - when it came to food?

And what makes our Luo An Da Lori a little unwilling to admit is that the black-haired sage really has good cooking skills.

Vavasika was a fortress rather than a commercial city, and its inconvenient transportation meant that its daily diet consisted of shelf-stable food, cheeses, bacon, and many fermented, smoked, or pickled foods that made up the daily diet of the city's residents, and only the nobility could enjoy the scarce fresh food.

Fresh eggs, potatoes, carrots and even some bell peppers, mint and garlic, and fragrant soft bread are the dreams of many people, and once in Henry's hands, these ingredients bloom with incomparable charm.

The rest of the bacon and sausages from yesterday were sliced and put into a clay saucepan with potatoes, and he added only a little water, which was completely different from the appearance of ordinary peasant soup.

The bell peppers were added to the season, and Henry didn't add salt, he just stirred it from time to time to make the salt from the bacon penetrate the potatoes.

The other dish is an ordinary omelette, a small bottle of olive oil that exudes a charming aroma as soon as the cork is opened, which belongs to the royal family, and even some knights cannot afford to eat it, it is a delicious delicacy that can only be brought from afar by the seasonal trade of the combined caravans.

If you are an ordinary person, you may not be able to eat this delicacy in your life.

The slices of bread were softer than the ones had been offered by the caravanserais, and with the lettuce leaves, which had only been scalded in boiling water, Henry mixed the boiled tea with milk.

The delicious days made the Luo Ann girl almost want to live like this forever, but when she couldn't help but ask how much it would cost if these ingredients were purchased by herself, the wooden spoon in her hand stopped again.

"Five silver Ella?!" Mira looked amused, stunned, and Henry silently swallowed the food in his mouth, then continued.

"Potatoes and carrots and bacon aren't expensive, and I think you know that. He said, and the girl took a sip of milk tea to suppress her shock, and then nodded—she was a maid at the inn a few weeks ago, and Mira knew about this kind of shopping stuff.

"The most expensive ones are the seasonings and olive oil, which are all special supplies from the royal family, and they alone account for the vast majority of the expenses. Henry shrugged, and Mira let out a long sigh.

"It's good to be rich. She sighed. "Squeak-" The door was pushed open, and the blonde-haired Prince walked over and picked up the plate without treating himself as an outsider.

"Addicted?" said Henry, smirking as Edward shrugged as he used to do, "The chefs of the palace are all about Sivalier-style cuisine, but to be honest I don't like bloody raw food. ”

He scooped out the potato stew from a wooden bowl from the pot, and then sandwiched a large plate of lettuce between the wooden vegetable sandwiches.

"But the food of the ordinary people of Avenella...... I tried it two days ago, so forget it. Edward shook his head heavily, a shadow appearing on his face.

"The archers of the city defense army prepared a 'feast' for me to celebrate the prince having dinner with them, but salted fish pies and the like were quite terrifying. Edward took a bite of the potato that had been cut into the proper shape, and the sweet, salty, and fragrant potato melted in his mouth, bringing all the taste buds alive in an instant.

"Seriously, sir, I think you must write down your method of cooking so that I can go back and show it to the court cook. He said this, and Henry nodded, and immediately pulled out a book from the side that was much thinner than yesterday's.

"I've written it in Sivalyya, no problem. The sage placed it on the table and slid it to Edward's side, and the prince was stunned for a moment, and in the midday sunlight that poured in through the window on the left side of the room, the protective cover of the whole book of lambskins exuded a charming texture.

"This ...... Thank you. The prince's expression twitched subtly, and lunch ended quickly, and without further speech, Edward hurried back to the city lord's mansion with the book and a dozen royal infantrymen.

The battle had just ended, and there were all sorts of troubles he needed to deal with to clean up the battlefield and arrange for new city defenders. And the reason why he has to rush here to eat in his busy schedule is not only that Henry's cooking skills make him unforgettable, but also that it may also mean relaxation.

The air around the sage seems to be always calm, and the serenity and tranquility of everything under control always calms people's hearts. Edward's shoulders were now heavy on his shoulders, so it was not unreasonable for him to choose to come here to take a good breath and take a leisurely moment during the short ten minutes of the meal.

All of a sudden, the days became peaceful, as if the thrilling escape in the wilderness was just a dream.

"Smack!" Mira slapped her little face with her open hand, reminding herself with clear pain that her current idleness was just an illusion - she had vowed to gain power, to be able to control her own life, so what difference would it make if she was content with the status quo and rely on Henry just like that.

The petite Lori regained her energy on the spot, and Henry looked at her with a smile on his face, and handed over the wooden dagger.

Sweating, the short days of peace passed day by day, and at noon on the fifth day when Mira officially began to learn swordsmanship, after the same lunch, this time Henry handed her an iron sword.

There was a clear doubt in the girl's eyes, she had indeed made some progress these days, but she didn't feel like she was able to use a real sword right now, just by swinging her sword every day.

"Smack. Doubts to doubts, Mira obediently took the iron sword.

It was different from before, this time she had just taken over the sword and she clearly felt the gap with the wooden sword.

"Feels ......" the girl hesitated for a moment, as if she couldn't find the right adjective. "It's tighter, it's heavier, but it doesn't feel so hard to grasp, right?" Henry smiled at her, and Mira nodded earnestly with her sparkling blue eyes wide.

"The sweat you put in always pays off. Henry leaned the wooden sword against the other, and then picked up the second iron sword, and brought over a bundle of tightly bound wheat stalks.

"You've learned some basics, not much, but it's a start. The sage threaded the straw onto the wooden pole and continued, "First of all, I would like to ask you, what do you think is the most important physical quality of a good swordsman?"

The sudden inquiry made Mira stunned for a moment, she hesitated for a moment, and then said in an uncertain tone: "Strong arms, the arm strength that can split people in half at once?"

"Wrong. Henry shook his head: "That should be characteristic of an axe warrior, my Mira." ”

"So?" said Mira, looking at him, and the sage asked instead of answering, "How do you think a sword should be judged if it is good?"

He said that Lori pondered again, and she understood that the sage was making herself think about these questions on her own initiative.

People are always like this, and they forget questions that can be easily answered from others. And only when you think deeply about it will you really remember these things deeply.

"Is the blade sharp?" Mira replied unexpectedly, as is usually the case for people with little knowledge of swordsmanship and combat, and Henry nodded, then shook his head again.

"There's nothing wrong with that, but that's not all. ”

He said this, and then flipped his wrist and picked up the one-handed sword and began to explain: "Sharpness alone is not enough. A good long sword, whether it is a one-handed sword, a one-and-a-half sword or a two-handed sword, must also have a good center of gravity. ”

"Take the one you and I have in your hands made by the blacksmith Fersse, for example, his handiwork is obviously of the highest quality, so these two swords, although of average material, are not distorted in any way, and the center of gravity is just right. Henry stretched out his hand and pointed to the round weight ball at the end of the hilt of his one-handed sword, "Do you know what this is for?"

He asked, and Mira picked up her sword and looked at it for a moment, then flipped it a few times with a much more skillful gesture than she had done before.

"It's for balance!" she lifted her little face with a hint of sudden realization, her eyes sparkling. Henry nodded in satisfaction, then reached out and touched the girl's little head, and continued, "That's right, this thing is called a weight ball, and it's not just a decoration on the tail of a sword. ”

"The blacksmiths, judging from experience, carefully measured the approximate weight, and then corrected it three times. ”

"It, along with designs like the elongated hilt, is designed to balance the weight of the entire sword so that the center of gravity of the sword is closer to the grip. Henry put his finger on the position about ten centimeters away from the gauntlet, and then said: "The ideal center of gravity should be here, and if it is further back, it is inconvenient to chop, and further forward, it is difficult to control." ”

"......" Mira nodded earnestly to memorize it, then looked down and took a closer look at the sword in her hand.

"A good sword must have a good shape and center of gravity in addition to being sharp, and if it is sharp and nothing else, it will be laborious and difficult to hit the target when it is swung and slashed. ”

"No matter how sharp it is, if you can't hit the target, you can't play it, can you? Henry said, and Mira nodded solemnly.

And this leads us back to the original question, what is the most important physical fitness of a good swordsman. ”

"The long sword doesn't need to be wielded with considerable force because it has good weights, so it's comparative—" The sage raised a finger, "Endurance is especially important." ”

"What you need to wield a weapon for a long time is not the explosive power of a blacksmith lifting and falling, but the endurance of a long time and the ability to control the weapon in your hand. ”

As he spoke, Mira finally nodded abruptly: "Ah......hhhh

"That's right, that's why you've been asked to do the same action all this time. The corners of Henry's mouth hung slightly, and then he stepped aside and gave way to the target.

"Here, try it. ”

Mira pursed her lips, then raised her sword high, as she had been doing all these days, and then put her whole weight in front of her, and then leaned forward - quickly and fiercely with both hands to slash down.

"Pop-boom-" The severed straw was only a little connected at the end, and the scattered straw flew out of the distance, and the smile on the corner of Mira's eyes couldn't stop looking back at Henry.

"Well done, although there is still room for improvement. The sage reached out and touched her little head.

The full afternoon passed slowly in sweat.

When it was time for dinner, Edward unexpectedly came again uninvited, only this time he also brought Charles.

The goatee-bearded commander of the city defense was pulled by the prince with a smile on his face, and Henry only smiled slightly, bringing out the generous dinner that had been prepared long ago.

The candlelight flickered, and in the harmonious and warm atmosphere, time passed calmly.