rune hunter

Chapter 70 Escape from the Tower
It's not the first time El has dealt with gargoyles. When he was in his hometown, he once saved Tiana's life from the gargoyles of the Damned sect.Mages like to use this kind of constructed creatures to serve themselves, because they have a certain IQ, and they are rough and fleshy, making them good meat shields.Neither magic nor sharp weapons can cause effective damage to gargoyles. The most effective way to deal with such monsters is heavy weapons such as two-handed hammers and axes.

However, the opposite of having a certain IQ is that the IQ is actually not enough.No mage would spend a lot of money to improve the IQ of this low-level and cheap constructed creature, because the same cost can already summon higher-level servants.

In other words, as long as you are not frightened by its hideous appearance, this thing is actually easy to fool.

El glanced at today's menu, charcoal-grilled veal steak, creamy mushroom soup, vegetable salad and egg pudding, and of course hot coffee and the Wesley red wine Laurana drank yesterday.The dishes are simple and luxurious, and it really is high-end treatment.

"This won't work." El swallowed secretly, and said with a serious face: "Lorana said yesterday that she can't eat steak, don't you remember? Steak has too much fat, and eating too much will affect your studies."

The gargoyle scratched his head in confusion, he didn't have much memory of what happened yesterday.Constructed creatures will only respond to command language, and then act accordingly after identifying the authority of the commander.As for the whining and complaints of human beings, they belong to spam in their artificial thinking.

"I want to eat fruit, oranges, apples and bananas, is there any fresh fruit? If not, let the kitchen make me marmalade, apple pie and banana milk, you understand?" Al looked at the gargoyle asked seriously.

"Fresh fruit, marmalade, apple pie, and banana milk." The gargoyle thought for a moment and repeated what he had heard.In the order issued by the master, he was indeed required to take good care of this young human being and meet its living requirements.

In the eyes of the great alchemist, such an order is not inappropriate. The requirements in life are nothing more than basic necessities of life, which can not only ensure El's learning efficiency, but also restrict him.Without the help of constructed creatures, it would be difficult for an ordinary person without magic to walk an inch in the tower.

But in the eyes of the shrewd business girl, there is a lot to write about in such a rough and simple order.She can use this order to cheat the teacher's fine wine, and naturally she can dig out more loopholes.For this point, even if the girl doesn't speak, El understands it.

"I mean if there's fresh fruit, bring me fresh fruit, and if there's no fresh fruit, make marmalade, apple pie, and banana milk with fresh fruit," repeated Al very patiently.

The gargoyle was even more confused, it was difficult for his simple artificial mind to understand the young human's language.His meaning is indeed very simple, but logically it seems very confusing.

"Forget it, I can't tell you clearly. Just take me to the kitchen, I'll find food myself." El patted the gargoyle's shoulder sadly, and sighed heavily: "I can go to the kitchen Right? Master Stephen didn't forbid me to go to the kitchen to find food, did he?"

"Ah... yes, sir." The gargoyle nodded repeatedly as if pardoned.Although it was somewhat unruly to take young humans off the floating platform, he knew that the kitchen was not a private area.It is much easier to choose whether to continue to think hard to annoy the distinguished guests of the host, or to provide convenience for the guests.He squatted down, let El ride on his waist, and flew to the bottom of the tower.

Unsurprisingly, the kitchen of the high tower is hidden in the bottom cellar. The great alchemist has a mysterious and powerful power, but his taste for food is still the same as that of ordinary people, which can be seen from the rich dinner menu come out.In order to taste these delicacies, he must also have an excellent chef team and... food purchasing channels for ordinary people to enter and exit.

When El came to the kitchen, he saw a group of chattering and busy gray-skinned dwarfs laughing and playing on the stove.Seeing that they can speak and dance, they seem to have advanced intelligence. Although they look a lot like uncivilized goblins, it can be concluded that the two are definitely not the same species just from the cleanliness of their clothes.

"Hey, gentlemen, who is the foreman of the kitchen?" Erzhi clapped his hands and said loudly to the dwarves who were playing with themselves after walking away from the gargoyle.

"Dear sir, I don't know what request you have? Wesley is willing to serve you." A long-nosed dwarf wearing a white top hat jumped out of the crowd, rubbing his hands and said courteously.

"Excuse me, may I ask which race you are from?" El asked with ignorance and curiosity.

"Dear sir, you are very polite." Wesley puffed out his chest proudly: "Gray goblins are best at cooking food, and they have always been the most trusted professional chefs of the mages. As for me, I am from the historic Mississippi. The Spice Kingdom of the River Valley, and has the qualification of a super chef jointly issued by the kingdom and the Mage Council."

"Although I don't quite understand it, it sounds very powerful, but the dim sum you made last night was really delicious, which impressed me deeply." El said truthfully.

"Your appreciation for food is our greatest honor." Wesley said happily.

"Okay, let's talk about business." El frowned, his expression was tangled, and he lowered his head and whispered hesitantly: "Master Stephen entertained an Earl Snake at the academy today, and he mentioned dinner The question is, that Baron Snake actually mentioned the fried stinky sparrow, a specialty snack in Istaren..."

"Oh, my God, Loiseau's pan! That gentleman's taste is really special." Wesley screamed and patted his chest, seeming to be frightened: "Fried stinky sparrow? Yes, There is such a snack, but it is a popular food in the slums, which person of status would eat that kind of thing?"

"Although I don't know why Earl Snake insisted on bringing this up...you can imagine the expression on Master Stephen's face at that time." El made up nonsense without blushing.

"Even if I knew how to do it, I would never make this kind of food in the kitchen! God, that would be an insult to our black pepper family!" Wesley yelled angrily.

"Master Stephen doesn't want his tower to be contaminated with that smell, so... as an apprentice, I have to go out to run errands." El shook his head helplessly: "But I don't know where the damn thing is. Sell, can you give me some pointers?"

"You are Master Stephen's apprentice?" Wesley was taken aback, but then he realized: "That's right, that's right, I remembered, Miss Laurana specially ordered the extra meal yesterday... Please forgive me for not recognizing it Your identity. As for the fried stinky sparrow, you have to go to a street barbecue stall in the slums to find it."

"Can I get out from you?" El tried calmly: "You know, if you touch that thing on Master Stephen's portal, he will definitely kill me."

"Of course, we have tunnels here to connect with the cafeteria of the public college." Wesley imagined the stinking scene of the portal, and couldn't help laughing.

Although cleanly dressed and fond of cooking, gray goblins seem to be as simple as their distant relatives in terms of personality...or it should be said that they are easy to fool.

Half an hour later, Al held his nose and threw a pack of suspicious objects emitting a pungent smell to the beggars on the street, then turned and walked towards the city he was familiar with.

At this time, he couldn't go home for the time being. He didn't know where Laurana was taken, let alone whether he had enough time left for him. It would be very troublesome to track it down.The first thing to do now is to arm yourself and restore the fighting power of the heyday.

Calculating according to the time, the set of Velociraptor skin equipment left in Powell's workshop should be finished soon.Ever since the hunting bow that never left his body was broken, El has always felt empty in his hands and empty in his heart. He is full of expectations for the dragon tooth bow promised by Master Powell.

(End of this chapter)