Warwick the Godfather of Terra

The werewolf looked at the confused big white rabbit in front of him and nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, it's you."

Chapter 11000 Werewolf Plays with Zofia.avi ( chapters)

Compared with Brother Hongdao's speed in grilling skewers, the werewolf who has been grilling in Longmen for five or six years has mastered the control of heat and the amount of ingredients.

And his fire control ability is far beyond the reach of Red's Originium skills.

Not to mention that werewolves have extensive experience in dealing with large-scale gatherings.

Refers to cooking for Ceob.

So, combining these factors together, the result is that the skewers in the freezer are decreasing layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, the last few skewers of mushrooms and tofu in the freezer were roasted. The werewolf opened his mouth wide, and the flames burned the cumin and chili in his hands into ashes.

He clapped his hands and turned to look at Ifrit who had been staring at him.

The werewolf reached out and patted her head.

"You've been waiting for a long time."

Ifrit shook her head and looked at Warwick with sparkling eyes and admiration.

"Dad, you are so awesome. Can you teach me how to barbecue?"

The werewolf scratched his ears, looking incredulous.

"What?"

It was the first time he saw a young lady who wanted to learn how to grill skewers. What was the point of learning something that was so smoky and hot?

In the world of the past, most of the barbecue industry was run by male chefs, and no young girls would learn this.

Not only are the fumes harmful to the skin, but those huge bunch of skewers are also not easy to use. After a day of grilling, the intensity of the exercise is no less than a day of weight training.

So, when Ifrit made this request, the werewolf's first thought was...

Did this kid get confused by his own cooking?

"You want to learn this?"

After confirming again and again that Ifrit really wanted to learn how to grill skewers, the werewolf felt a little complicated.

What kind of feeling is it exactly? I can only say it is mixed.

He was happy because among so many of his children there was actually one who wanted to inherit the family business and had the ability to inherit his skills. This made him very relieved.

After all, Texas doesn’t play with fire and has his own business.

Not to mention Ceobe. If she learned how to do it, eleven out of ten roasted skewers would go into her mouth, and she would not be able to eat them as fast as they were sold.

Zoya has never even seen what her father looks like.

To sum up, Charmander's fire-breathing ability is undoubtedly the most similar to him and the most adaptable to the barbecue business.

The worry is that she is still a child.

Moreover, as adults, few are willing to let their children work in their industry.

Because they know better than anyone how hard they work.

Look at Red who just left. He was also the one who once slew people and horses from east to west on the battlefield, causing rivers of blood to flow, without even blinking an eye.

But not long ago, his arms were shaking when he left here.

He is still a big guy.

And Ifrit was a little girl so light that she was not even one-fifth of a frost star.

How could I possibly endure this kind of suffering?

But looking at the little fire dragon who was lowering his head, pinching the corner of his clothes and mumbling in silence, the werewolf sighed again.

If your child can't do what she wants to do, it's not her problem, it's your problem.

"Okay, Dad will teach you."

At the same time, I started to think about it.

After I get back, I have to buy a set of equipment for this child.

Teaching her how to grill is something she'll probably give up when she's had enough fun with it.

When Ifrit, who was pinching the corner of her clothes, heard these words, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her little face suddenly turned red.

She knew her father cared about her, so she took advantage of that care.

I am such a bad boy.

She definitely won't do that next time.

Having made up his mind, Charmander moved closer.

He hugged Warwick's thighs and stepped on the werewolf's steel claws.

The werewolf was about to leave, dragging Ifrit, who was held like a koala.

"Clang!"

A candy box fell out of Ifrit's pocket.

Charmander quickly lowered his head, picked it up, and held it in his arms.

Just now at the night market, Charmander showed great interest in the tin can full of candy on Snow Pheasant's stall, which made Warwick a little puzzled.

Because the can of candy that Snow Pheasant had was not some rare item, it was just an ordinary can of candy that could be bought in any supermarket.

I just bought the snow pheasant to eat on the road.

Moreover, there were some other snacks on the stall, but Ifrit had his eyes specifically on this jar of candy.

When werewolves are picking up scraps, they always find a bunch of these cans in the garbage dump.

So, he didn't quite understand why Ifrit kept holding the jar tightly.

"What do you want it for? Do you like candy?"

Looking at Ifrit holding the candy jar in his arms, the werewolf asked gently.

However, his gentle voice could scare ordinary children into tears and even scare crying children back.

And Charmander raised his head.

"I want to take Hemer to see the sea..."

John's Mama hosted a Candy Eater Grand Prix event, and the final prize for the winner was a seven-day trip to Dos Soles.

She wanted to take Homer to see the sea she had never seen before.

Go and see if there really are water elves like those in the storybooks there.

If you buy the tin can cans they produce, you might get a ticket to become a candy eater.

I explained a lot to the werewolf in a mumbled manner.

What else can Warwick say? He is touched.

He pinched her little cheek.

"Do you really want to see the sea?"

Ifrit's little head nodded so fast that her golden braids almost flew up.

Warwick smiled.

"Well, Daddy promises to take you to see the sea."

As he said this, he ruffled her two small braids.

"But you have to promise dad that you will take your medicine well and cooperate with the treatment during this period."

Ifrit was an infected person and was cooperating with the treatment in Rhodes Island, so he had already asked Little Mouse to help investigate.

"As long as you do that, Daddy promises you that I will definitely take you there and let you have a good time for a month."

When Ifrit heard this, his eyes bulged.

After all, she hated hearing the word "treatment" from others, even Hemer and Saria.

Because for her, treatment means being chased by endless syringes, undergoing endless surgeries, and constantly taking various pills and potions.

When he was in Rhine Life, during the final stages of the Flame Demon Project, Ifrit even vomited continuously because of the body's rejection reaction.

Even so, the group of people in white coats still did not stop their so-called "treatment".

Although Charmander no longer needed injections and surgeries after arriving in Rhodes Island, taking medicine was still difficult for him to accept.

However, when the little dragon heard the werewolf promise to take her to see the sea, he gritted his teeth.

"Yes, I promise Dad."

The werewolf smiled.

"Then I agree..."

Warwick was stunned.

According to the normal setting, he should give this child a nickname...

But what is it called?

Yiyi? That doesn't sound good.

Fufu? Lily? Will the futanari next door come and sue me for copyright infringement?

Tete? Not only does she not sound like a girl, but if she meets someone named Trump again...

After a little thought, an anime character that suddenly appeared in my childhood came to my mind.

"Daddy promises you, Charmander."

Ifrit was slightly startled at first, then pointed at himself.

"Charmander, me?"

Warwick humped her.

"Yes, my little Charmander, daddy's little Charmander."

Holding the werewolf's head, Ifrit muttered a few words.

Then he lowered his head.

Then she will be called Charmander from now on.

While carrying Ifrit on his back, the werewolf was thinking about how to take the child to see the sea.

He knew that the sea of ​​Terra was not clean.

The two women, Little White Maw and Little Crucian Carp, looked like they came from the sea and they seemed to be quite smart.

Where to go?

Warwick was a little worried.

"Ah!"

Rhodes Island, outside Ghost Shark's ward, Skadi stood next to Goletia.

For some reason, the two Agor men who could face the storm without trembling suddenly sneezed at the same time.

They looked at each other.

For the weak bodies of the land people, they have been walking on this land for so long that they don’t even know what a cold is, but why are they sneezing together at this time?

Could it be Hai Si?

The first person the two Agors thought of was Haisi.

Everyone knows that once something is discovered in Agor, it must be the work of the evil Haisi.

Just when the two of them were thinking about it.

"Wow."