Witch Monastery

Huo Sang stared at it for a while before he realized that it was actually a prawn bigger than his fist, and its two claws had not even been removed.

Goering then ordered a few other things, but this time, no matter how hard Hawthorne looked, he couldn't tell what they were. His expression was a little weird, and over there, after the wood elf had ordered everything, he turned his head and looked at him with a slightly surprised expression: "Mr. Hawthorne, why don't you order anything?"

Hawthorne forced a less awkward smile: "I... don't recognize these foods. What are these sauces? How can this..."

He hesitated before he finished speaking, but Goring, who was also aware of the reputation of the Borneo people, suddenly realized.

He then explained to Hawthorne: "Don't worry, although they don't look good and don't taste very good, they are definitely healthy food."

As he said this, he frowned, thought for a moment, pulled Huo Sang aside, away from the chef who had begun to look unfriendly, and then said, "Although I know that in your human society, the country of Bo Luo is despised for various reasons, but in the eyes of us wood elves, their people adhere to the traditional natural lifestyle, which is very healthy."

“It’s as if the food in your hands is processed in a way that is closest to nature. It’s certainly not as exquisite and stimulating to the taste buds as the unhealthy food in Port Liber, but it’s definitely healthy and in line with the laws of nature.”

Having said this, he finally said with certainty: "So, eat it with confidence. I assure you with the reputation of the wood elves that this thing is absolutely edible!"

Huo Sang took a deep breath and silently told himself that he would have to stay here for the next half a year. If he didn't eat today, he would have to eat sooner or later. He would have to take the knife sooner or later, so he had to start adapting now.

He then forced a smile and continued, "I don't quite understand, what are these? Which ones are more delicious? Can you recommend them to me?"

Goering smiled with satisfaction, and then recommended to him with a smile: "Then let me recommend this to you first. This is the specialty here, lamb stewed with potatoes. Chef, give him a portion of this."

The chef put his spoon into the dark brown soup again and scooped up a few pieces. Hawthorne stared at them for a long time, and finally saw that the yellow solid pieces inside seemed to be potatoes after the soup had drained away.

Seeing the chef put the mutton chunks and potatoes on his plate, the pungent spicy smell rose to the sky. Hawthorne felt his throat itchy and his face was full of strong suspicion.

Can I really swallow this thing?

He was unsure, and then, at Goering's recommendation, he ordered a few more portions and three ounces of rice, then turned and left.

Go back to the dining table and prepare to eat.

At this time, Hawthorne suddenly realized something.

"Did we forget to bring cutlery?" he asked. "There should be knives and forks here, right? There should be some, right?"

As he said this, thinking about where this place was, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

In front of him, Goering looked up and said naturally: "No, the Brahmans don't use tableware when they eat. This should be well known, right?"

As he spoke, he silently chanted a spell, summoned the wizard's hand, reached into the ball of white rice, grabbed a handful, and put it into his mouth.

While chewing the rice slowly, he summoned another magician's hand and peeled off the shell of the prawn that was bigger than Hawthorne's fist, revealing the tender white shrimp meat inside. He then put it into his mouth: "Hmm... To be honest, we live in the forest all year round and don't usually get to eat seafood. This kind of shrimp tastes really good, would you like to try it too?"

Hawthorne's expression was almost twisted.

no……

If it's a rice ball or rice cake or something, and you eat it in your hands, that's fine.

But can this kind of rice soaked in soup also be eaten with hands?

"Uh..." His throat moved, and he forced a polite smile, "Sorry, I'm more used to using cutlery..."

The wood elf in front of him paused for a moment, then looked somewhat helpless: "That can't be helped. Did you bring your own tableware? Anyway, there are definitely no tableware available here. This is the custom of the locals in the country of Boro. Look, don't the soldiers in Anxi eat the same way?"

He said this and pointed. By this time, the morning exercises of the Pala army had ended, and the soldiers walked into the restaurant one after another to prepare for dinner.

Hawthorne turned his head and saw that these ordinary people didn't even have the magician's hand, but that didn't stop them from starting directly after they finished cooking. They used their fingers to mix the meat and vegetables mixed with soup with the rice on the plate, stirred it into a ball, and then grabbed it and put it into their mouths.

Suddenly, Hawthorne's blood pressure shot up.

He felt as if countless things were wriggling in his throat. If he hadn't tried hard to restrain himself, he would have vomited it out immediately.

"No..." His expression twisted, "How can I eat this?"

He wanted to slam the table and curse. No wonder the death rate in Borneo was so high. If they eat like this, they can get a healthy code!

Can get health code!

As for his question, Goering looked surprised: "How can you not eat this?"

He earnestly taught, "In ancient times, people didn't have so many tools. At that time, everyone used their hands to grab food and lived in harmony with nature. This is how the natural balance was achieved."

As he said this, he grabbed a piece of mutton from the plate with his magician's hand and put it into his mouth: "Everyone eats this way, everyone in the camp does the same. If you don't believe me, look, everyone is here."

Hawthorne turned his head and looked not far away, and found that indeed, the old lady from the royal family whom he had just met yesterday, who looked elegant and noble even though she was not dressed up, had also walked into the restaurant, ordered food, and then found a seat to sit down and prepare to eat.

Hawthorne couldn't help it, so he leaned over and asked, "Madam, don't you use tableware to eat?"

The old lady smiled softly, but then she said something that Hawthorne had no way to refute: "Accept it. After all, this is Boro."

As she spoke, she reached out, grabbed the mutton with bones on her plate, and chewed it gracefully.

Hawthorne's expression changed slightly. According to experience, it is not suitable for the elderly to eat too much spicy meat, but this old man has no taboos at all.

and……

For some reason, Hawthorne always felt that the way she pinched the meat and ate it was a bit like Rahman.

Is it an illusion?

He didn't know, but he had a rough guess in his mind.

At this time, Goering asked again in front of him: "Aren't you going to eat yet?"

Hawthorne's throat moved, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. After a moment, he smiled politely: "I sent a message to An Nuo and asked her to bring me a pair of knives and forks. Well, it should be here soon."

He considered himself a civilized man, and he absolutely could not accept the fact that he had to grab the soup and rice with his own hands!

At the same time, in the Elephant Man’s headquarters.

The tall elephant man Wang Du was looking at a large map hanging on the wall, on which he had densely drawn countless shoulders with red and blue pencils, and also written many simple annotations.

He stared at the map like this, and soon, the door behind him was pushed open, and Sharma, wearing a loose robe, walked into the room and said in a buzzing voice: "Wang Du, what do you want me to do?"

Wang Du turned his head and whispered, "It's about the counterattack on Gendra Harbor."

"Sharma, do you think that if the sharp knife team led by Hawthorne follows the Holy Elephant to launch a surprise attack, will the success rate be high?"

Hearing this, the elephant man who came in frowned immediately: "Let the great holy elephant clear the way for a group of Sein people? This is a humiliation to the holy elephants, I can't do it!"

He refused so rudely, his head was even more stubborn than some old people. Wang Du frowned slightly, went over to close the door, and then said: "Don't say that, Father Hawthorne and his group, since they can come to us without asking for anything in return,

This shows that at least these people have good hearts.”

"And you saw what they actually did. They helped us alleviate the crisis that day. Sharma, you shouldn't be so prejudiced against them."

As he said this, he sighed, "The fact that you pissed him off the night before last really made it very difficult for me to do this!"

Chapter 698: Kasha's Thoughts

Wang Du's voice couldn't help but be filled with complaints. After all, it was a busy time now, and he had to take out nearly a whole day to first invite Old Lady Feng, then go to the boat in person to invite Huo Sang back, and then use the rest of the time to appease other supporters from all over the world, telling them that we, Boro, are friendly and welcome everyone to come. It was just a misunderstanding before, so everyone should not take it to heart.

The time cost is an extremely huge cost for them who are blind. After all, the undead creatures are expanding every day. Every day of delay will make their war more difficult.

He had some resentment towards his friend in his heart, and could not help but complain a few words. However, he never expected that what he said would immediately lead to Sharma's strong backlash.

"Can you blame me for this?" Sharma frowned and said indignantly, "He is a sinister villain who only takes credit for others' work. All the Sayins are like this. They use such despicable means to pick the fruits of others' labor and satisfy their own interests..."

"I told him a few truths and exposed his hypocrisy. How can it be considered my fault?"

As he said this, he took a step forward, gritted his teeth, and said, "I was against asking for help from the outside world at that time. We can obviously solve our own problems very well by ourselves. Why do we need these people to come and laugh at our jokes!"

Wang Du opened his mouth and realized that it would be impossible to reason with his friend.

Especially since he seemed to be very angry now, if I hit him back directly, it might just break down my relationship with him.

Wang Du gritted his teeth secretly, and his mind was full of thoughts. After pondering for a while, he suddenly said, "Indeed, you are right, he is like that."

Sharma's frown relaxed, and the atmosphere became noticeably more relaxed. Seeing that it was effective, Wang Du hurriedly said, "But, right now, aren't we going to use his power? Since he covets fame and fortune, and loves vanity, why don't we use this method to elevate him, and then let him carry out those difficult tasks?"

"If he refuses, the image he created will surely collapse; if he agrees, wouldn't that be exactly what we want?"

Sharma's expression was completely relaxed, and he nodded: "Indeed, Wang Du, you have experience dealing with such despicable people."

As he said this, he couldn't help but sigh: "These methods are really complicated, not as simple as the holy elephants."

Wang Du smiled cooperatively, but his face was filled with unspeakable fatigue. He prayed to the elephant god for protection, hoping that his advice would at least stop his friend from escalating the conflict.

"Okay, now we can discuss our next battle plan." He continued, "This is what I mean, Sharma. According to intelligence, the undead creatures seem to be using the corpses to create giant flesh weapons in Gendra Harbor."

"According to their estimation, this kind of thing is very dangerous. So I plan to cooperate with the moon elves' warships, and then rush in and destroy them all before they complete these weapons."

"And this first step naturally requires the cooperation of the Holy Elephants..."

……

That night, on the other side, on the moon elf's boat.

Although they also came here to support the Kingdom of Borneo, the moon elves are solitary and do not like to interact too much with the outside world.

Therefore, they did not live in the camp prepared by the Borneo people like Hawthorne and others, but drifted on the sea like a helpless boat.

But in fact, they also sent special personnel to keep in touch with the main officials of the Kingdom of Borneo.

Now that they have arrived in this sea area, no matter when the war breaks out, they can arrive first and provide support.

And at this moment, in Kassa's room.

The young moon elf girl had changed into pajamas and was sitting on the bed with her knees hugged, looking absent-minded, obviously thinking about something. Her two little feet were on the bed, and her big toes kept rising and falling, showing the confusion of its owner at the moment.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Anastasia, who had also finished taking a shower and was wearing lavender pajamas, with her wet silver wavy hair hanging down behind her, walked into the room.

She locked the door, then sat down next to her daughter, stretched out her arms, hugged her body, and said, "Are you still thinking about him?"

Kasha blushed immediately, shook her head quickly, and denied it against her will: "No, I'm not thinking about Father Hawthorne..."

Anastasia was immediately surprised: "I didn't even say it was him, how come you said his name directly?"

As she said this, she lowered her head teasingly, looked at her daughter's face, reached out her hand, and gently hooked her nose: "Your mind is full of him, and you still say you don't miss him?"

Knowing that she had been deceived by her mother again, Kassa immediately buried her head in her knees and whimpered twice.

Safe

Nastrina smiled softly and did not continue to tease her daughter. She then asked softly, "Kasha, what are you worried about? Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can give you some advice."

Kasha raised her head, sniffed her nose, hesitated for a moment, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mom, when we had guests in the past, did we..."

She whispered her guess, her face completely red.

Next to her, Anastasia was slightly surprised after listening to her daughter's story. She then looked at her daughter's shy and curious expression, and her eyes were suddenly filled with smiles.

"Oh," she laughed, "it seems my little Kasa has really grown up."

Kasha covered her face and lowered her head. Anastasia leaned forward slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered: "Yes, but, so what?"

"Kasha, you and I are both elves, with a lifespan of nearly a thousand years. Of course, you are only fourteen years old this year, and you have been in boring training before, so you can't imagine such a long time scale."

"But, as a mother, I can tell you that on such a long time scale, any so-called rules are unnecessary and can be overturned. You don't have to abide by any constraints, the only one is: you need to be happy."

As she said this, she reached out and gently stroked her silver hair, whispering, "He is only a human being, with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years. Plus, he is always on the march, so I'm afraid he has even less time left in his youth, at most only twenty to thirty years left."

"Twenty or thirty years may seem so long and far away to you when you are young, but to your mother, it is just a blink of an eye."

"Kasha, just put aside your worries. If you don't enjoy the time you have with him, with him who is young and full of energy, the opportunity may be missed in an instant and you will never see it again."

As she spoke these words, every word was filled with tears and emotion, and was the lingering regret and remorse she had for not having been able to obtain happiness in her youth.

Kassa was gradually moved. Looking at her mother's expression, she felt that some of the chains that were holding her back were shaking.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Anastasia rolled her eyes, lowered her head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "How about, Mommy will help you try it first to see if his technique is good and whether it will hurt?"

Immediately, Kasha's pointed ears stood up, and she quickly shook her head, pretending to push her away: "Mom——!"

Anastasia chuckled, then hugged her daughter, lay down and closed her eyes. "Okay, anyway, that's all my advice."

"As for what to do in the future, it depends on your choice. In short, don't leave yourself with regrets. Good night."

After saying that, she pulled the quilt over her and fell asleep without a care in the world. Kasha also lay down afterwards, thinking about what her mother said in her mind. Suddenly, she felt that those things that hindered her were really nothing...

Breaking through certain boundaries in her heart, she slowly closed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and fell asleep sweetly.

Chapter 699 Before the Expedition

Port of Navashe.

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Borneo are busy formulating a counterattack plan to retake the first city they fell, which is also the current lair of the undead creatures, Port Gendra.

During this period, Hawthorne was also working hard to get to know his new comrades, while also stepping up his studies to ensure that he was in absolute peak condition and could always engage in the highest level of combat.

In this way, a few more days passed.

On this day, the soldiers of Borneo suddenly notified all international supporters to gather at a place, but did not inform them what the meeting was about.

Everyone was confused, but they followed the arrangements and came to their designated gathering place together. They found that this was the habitat of the holy elephants.

They were now standing in a wide small square. In front of them was a garden surrounded by tall stone pillars like white jade. Six huge holy elephants over six meters tall with golden fur were resting in the shade of the trees.