Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 553 The biggest and most evil despair incident in history (please vote at the beginning of the month)

The next day, early morning.

The master and apprentice walked downstairs with a pair of dark circles, sat at the dining table in a daze, staring at the dining table with big eyes.

They all had insomnia.

A person closed his eyes and his mind was filled with the horror scene of Zeus pulling off his Toga's robe and turning into a ghost father to rush towards him;

Another person closed his eyes, his mind full of different Eighteen Forbidden plots, and he was tossed from early to late...

-Beast!

Vivian cursed inwardly, preparing to use a hearty breakfast to soothe her injured body and mind:

"Boss, a pot of hot honey wine, a plate of marinated meat, and a few after-meal desserts."

Judging from the fluent actions of registering dishes, this lake fairy usually travels to human towns.

However, the chef and proprietress with a dark complexion behind the counter shook her head expressionlessly:

"No."

"That's simple, a plate of bread, a blood pudding, and a stew." Wei Wei'an was a little reluctant.

“No, either.”

"There is no such thing, and there is no such thing. How did you open a store?"

"Go into the city twenty kilometers eastward. Order whatever you want. Remember to pay for your travel expenses before leaving."

The boss's wife spoke up in anger, looking like she "likes but not eats, but doesn't eat them", and she obviously was unwilling to entertain this picky guest.

Weiweian has never suffered this kind of anger. She was about to have an attack, but Luo En raised his hand and held it down:

"If you are out, just keep your mouth shut."

It is said to be a hotel here, but in fact it is just a B&B with a larger house and a few empty houses. Naturally, it cannot be compared with the real human cities and fairy settlements.

Moreover, there are not many guests in this small fishing village throughout the year. Even the boss’s husband has to go out to sea to fish from time to time to maintain the family’s livelihood.

Some food in this small place is good, so how can I choose from Vivian like this?

Luo En turned to show a gentle smile to the boss lady and asked:

"Boss, what ingredients do you have here?"

"Some semolina and the sea fish that just came up yesterday."

"Then please use these ready-made ingredients to help us make a meal."

Seeing that Luo En was so easy to talk to, the proprietress nodded happily and turned back to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

During the break of waiting, Loren habitually pricked up his ears, listened to the conversations of several guests, and deepened his understanding of the local area.

This is a small fishing village called "Mauser", which is literally translated as "rat hole". Because there is a small safe haven here, its entrance is between the huge rock breakwater, which is very narrow, like a "mouse hole". When winter storms raged, this is the hiding place for fishing boats.

The superior department that governs it is Cornwall.

A British place name that Lorne is more familiar with.

The story of Merlin, Sword in the Stone and King Arthur happened on this land.

According to the guests' discussion, around the first [Great Invasion], a group of warlike Celtics came here, and they brought the knowledge to forge iron into weapons.

These Celtics not only brought certain cultural technology, but also the faith of the Danu gods, and continued to grow in the repeated knockout matches of gods, and eventually became the main ethnic group in the local area, building Cornwall into what it is today.

With a certain cultural foundation and a relatively long history, the dietary level should not be bad, right?

I don’t know how the boss’s cooking skills are…

Just as Luo En was vaguely expecting, a thick pottery basin fell heavily on the dining table, almost making a hole in the table:

"The food you want is here!"

Just a glance, Luo En's eager expression froze on his face.

I saw a burnt black pie with sardines, tuna, genus fish, herring, sharks, cod and other deep-sea fish mixed together. The heads of dead fish were exposed outside, their eyes were staring straight into the sky, looking at the sky with their eyes open, and their appearance was very shocking.

The strange smell of sweet and salty mixed made Loren's nose itch and he couldn't help but want to sneeze.

As the boss's wife tear opens the dough with a "pop" sound, the baked sea fish were placed inside, some of which had sharp teeth, and they tend to be demonized; some were charred and bulging on the outside, like bumpy crocodile skin; some were red and white, obviously half-cooked...

In short, the face of the ingredients has tried its best to show the inedible characteristics.

"This is..." Luo En's voice was a little dry.

“As you said, mixing the flour and fish together to make a meal, it looks pretty good.”

The boss's wife replied with a smile, obviously very satisfied with her cooking skills and works.

Even if you want to make pies, you should beat the fish into minced meat and fill it in it, right?

There is no such thing as you, where the whole fish is stuffed into the pie and you don’t even get the scales?

As the heir to the God of the stove, Loren, who has always been more online in cooking and aesthetics, complained wildly in his heart.

"Eat it, don't you eat it? This dish should be while it's hot!"

Seeing that the customer had not taken action for a long time, the proprietress couldn't help but urge him enthusiastically.

Luo En swallowed, and pushed the plate towards Vivian with a stiff smile:

"I'm not hungry, you can eat more."

Vivian broke off a piece of pie and tasted it, chewing it while commenting:

"Well, it's salty, fragrant, and it tastes pretty good."

"Really? I'll try it too."

Luo En was a little surprised when he heard the comments. He suspected that the dish was just a bad appearance, but the taste was good, so he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

After chewing for a moment, Loren silently put down the bread that he had only eaten one bite.

The taste is like gnawing on a piece of scented wood. It is not only rough, but also full of fishy smell, making every cell in his body resist the intake of this substance.

This Death Dream Demon is too sinister!

He actually entered the game with his own heart and died together, but he also wanted to pull me into the water!

Just as Luo En was suspicious, the boss's wife sold similar pies to other dining tables under the banner of new products.

Obviously, in order to save firewood and labor, the boss lady has made more than one of the same products.

After a brief taste, the guests praised the new dish.

After hearing this, Luo En suddenly realized.

It’s not that there is something wrong with the food, nor is it that Vivian wants to murder him, but that there is something wrong with the Celtics!

Thinking of this land being called the "food desert" in later generations, Lorne's only longing for Celtic food culture was completely shattered. After dealing with a few simple bites, he decided to check out and run away.

When the boss at the counter saw him coming, he couldn't help but smile with excitement:

"Thanks to your idea, a lot of specialty pies have been sold today. I plan to use this as a signature dish in the store in the future. Why don't you give it a name, right?"

Luo En's face was thrusting, unable to open his mouth.

Because he felt that his godlike character, heir to the stove, was deeply insulted.

At this time, after eating, Vivian wiped her mouth, happily approached the counter, and spoke and suggested:

"The fish head pierces the starry sky on the snowy night, which represents harvest and joy. The oil-soaked pupils become a lighthouse, guiding the trekking ships to the port - [Looking up to the starry sky], just call it [Looking up to the starry sky]."

  I have to say that the words are quite elegant and the names are very beautiful.

But, [Looking up at the stars]?

Lorne looked at the yellow and black pies on the table and the fish heads that died with eyes closed, and suddenly remembered the famous English dark food in later generations.

so…

With the memory of oriental cuisine, he inherited the kitchen skills of Hestia, the Greek stove goddess, and the next chef from Nordic, invented a dark English cuisine inherited to modern times in a small fishing village in Britain?

This is simply the biggest and most evil despair event in culinary history!

"Good name, just call it [Looking up at the Starry Sky]! If you two come to eat in the future, I will give you a 20% discount!"

With the proprietress's enthusiastic promise, Luo En hurriedly grabbed Vivian, who wanted to leave his signature and ran away.

Nothing else, he can't afford to lose this person.

After coming out of the small fishing village, Luo En ran northward until nightfall before he barely stopped.

Because they missed the opportunity to enter the city again, the two had to camp in the wild and rest.

Vivian, who is used to enjoying, has a lot of complaints about this.

But with a bowl of steaming porridge, two portions of fried honey-fried meat from the outside and tender inside were delivered to their mouths. The lake fairy immediately threw away all the unhappiness and swallowed up tonight's dinner like a wind and clouds.

tasty! tasty!

What kind of pig food did I eat before?

No, even pig food is worse than pig food!

While sucking the remaining oil on his fingers, Vivian criticized the local poor food culture. I decided to stay with this guy if I say anything in the future.

Even if you don’t do anything else, you have to think about your tongue and belly!

Vivian made up her mind, turned her eyes and looked at Loren under the fire with a smile:

“Teacher~~”

Accompanied by the sweet sound, the purple pupils filled with dreamy colors overflowed with the charm of a passionate girl. A pair of arms locked Luo En's arms and rubbed intimately.

But after spending time together, Luo En knew the nature of this lake fairy's fun-hearted nature. Seeing her so attentive, she suddenly felt a chill and her skin burst into pieces.

"Stop it! You're normal, I'm scared. Just say anything!"

"Look, this has been around for several days. Should you keep your promises and teach me some real skills such as spells and secret techniques?"

Vivian blinked and asked, looking eager to know.

Want to be my real disciple? Implement the previous verbal teacher-student relationship?

Luo En understood Vivian's intention, thought for a moment, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face:

"It's okay to teach you. However, the spells I mastered come from some spiritual tombs buried deep underground, which are not the same as the current Celtic spell system."

This answer is both true and false.

Lorne is a relatively knowledgeable type. He is not only proficient in the two major spell systems of Hemis and Lun runes, but also masters some Titan, Elf, Side witchcraft and other skills, but these are all inseparable from the [Okanshuwen] system of the Celtic God Age.

In order to avoid Vivian's suspicion, he naturally pushed the source of these spells to the [Spirit Tomb].

On the one hand, the Celtic Gods have experienced several [Great Invasions], and countless [Spirit Tombs] buried underground. These ancient ruins must contain many secret spells and techniques from different civilizations, but they cannot be verified through specific methods, and can be used to cover up his identity from a foreign land.

On the other hand, the [Tomb of Albion] they are looking for is also a spiritual tomb, which can just cover up his real purpose in this trip and allow Vivian to lead the way for him with peace of mind.

Sure enough, Vivian not only did not doubt, but instead showed a look of eagerness to try:

"That happens, I'm just about to learn something new!"

"But you are from the Fairy Clan and are proficient in Okanshuwen. I am worried that teaching you will cause a conflict between the two forces."

"It doesn't matter. Let's try it or not. It's always a bit of hard work and risk in learning."

"Since you have decided, I have nothing to say. But..."

Lorne paused and then spoke,

"To be on the safe side, let's change the teaching method."

"What?"

"We place curses to each other, unravel each other, and use actual combat to deepen our understanding of different spell systems. At the same time, this can also verify whether different spells can learn from each other."

“Good idea!”

Vivian agreed happily.

She is not only looking forward to this novel teaching, but also wants to take the opportunity to try the level of this "teacher" and then find out the other party's flaws and make it an interesting toy in her hands.

Of course, Luo En was not kind-hearted either.

The war of gods is imminent, and Nordic exploration of the Celtic Gods is still limited.

He also wanted to know what practical role did the Celtic God-Age Okan Shuwen have? How effective are Lun's spells and Hermisven in Celtics? Which spell is more targeted to Celtic gods?

It is rare that a teenage mouse takes the initiative to deliver it to the door. If you don’t make good use of it and collect more practical experience, it is a waste.

The master and apprentice, who had their own ulterior motives, looked at each other and showed a kind and anticipated expression together.

"Teacher, when will we start?"

“It has already begun.”

“?"

Vivian, who was eagerly waiting for the class to start, was stunned and looked at her teacher blankly.

Luo En pointed to the empty bowl in Vivian's hand and reminded him quietly:

"You are greedy, but you will become a piglet."

Piglet?

As soon as the image represented by this word appeared in Vivian's mind, the scenery in front of her became in a daze, and her body shrank sharply without being controlled.

How do I...

As soon as the voice came out, it turned into a hum of a piglet.

Under Vivian's horror gaze, her big hands picked her up from the scattered clothes and raised them into the air.

 Xu Keweng version 3.0, the effect is immediate!

It seems that even in different gods, potions can still have fixed effects.

So, what about the spell?

Loren looked at the pink and white piglet in front of him, and an evil smile appeared on his face.

—

At the same time, outside the fog.

Morgan, wearing an obsidian thorn crown and holding a scepter, stood on the official road, took out a pair of sheepskin scrolls from the magic circle and checked them carefully.

"My mother!"

Accompanied by a pleasant voice, a petite figure held a bouquet of wild flowers in his hand and rushed towards Morgan ahead happily.

Her face was as delicate as a carved work of art, her long pink hair fell to her waist like blood, and her gorgeous red dress was straight down. The long whip of thorns hanging on one side was wrapped around the blood-colored magic, exuding a strong smell of blood, and the figure was both fairy-like slenderness and warrior sharpness. The legs that were faintly visible under the long skirt were hidden inhuman characteristics like deer hooves.

However, before the girl could get closer, a figure that was more than two meters tall and like an iron tower stood up and stopped him.

"Hey, stinky dog, why are you blocking me?"

The pink-haired girl pinched her waist with one hand, quite resentful.

"Mother is thinking, don't bother her."

The tall figure answered calmly, not surprised by the favor and disgrace.

She has blonde hair like morning light, and her pupils are of a different color - her left eye is a clear blue pupil, and her right eye is covered with a dark red eroded by blood-colored magic, forming a contradictory beauty intertwined by elegance and pathology. She covered her body with light silver-blue armor, and the surface of the armor is filled with ice crystal-like patterns, which adds a bit of heroism, like a loyal knight.

And when she spoke, her fangs with canine characteristics exposed her race.

Like the red-haired girl with deer hooves, both are fairies.

But at this moment, the relationship between the two is obviously not harmonious:

"Bagster, go away and don't get in the way!"

"It is my duty to stay here. If I have to force myself, I will not be polite even if it is you, Bawanxi."

"Pretend to be righteous and honest, don't think I don't know. You are obviously jealous of your mother and like me more! Stinky dog~!"

Hearing the increasingly fierce quarrel behind him, Morgan put away the magic map and looked back at him:

"Stop making a noise, we're going to set off."

“Where to go?”

The fairy girl named Bawanxi used her agile deer hooves to rush forward, and approached Morgan intimately, asking curiously.

Morgan touched the girl's head and pondered:

"The Spirit Tomb Albion, Northern Britain. There is the third [Legend Knight] in the prophecy."

"In other words, I'm going to have a sister again?"

Bawanxi asked with a smile, but malice could not be stopped in her gray eyes.

She doesn't want her "mother" to be shared.

No matter who it is, as long as you want to steal the "mother", it is the enemy!

Bawanxi first glanced back and glared at Bagst, the demon demon who had just joined the gang, who had snatched some of her positions, and then rubbed his silver teeth and looked sinisterly towards the direction of the northern border of Britain.

(This chapter ends)