Food Poems

Chapter 8 Lemon Crawling Claw
Since they were spending the night in the wild, Fokasi and Grey took turns to keep watch while the bonfire crackled.

When Yeats woke up the next day, he found that the snowy owl was still standing on the treetop, its eyelids slowly closing, and then suddenly opened again when it was about to close.

"It seems like you're right..." Gray looked puzzled. "The biological clock of this snowy owl is really different from that of its peers!"

Yeats couldn't help but sigh.

This bird and I have a connection.

Everyone likes to stay up late!
"By the way, I want to hunt some game before we leave. Is that ok?" Gray asked.

I ate World of Warcraft for two consecutive days and it tasted really good.

But Grey decided to take matters into her own hands and change the situation!

To this end, she borrowed Phocas's one-handed sword and cut out a long-handled wooden spear to replace the damaged one-handed axe as a weapon.

"But the game around here is all from the forests of the local lords, right?" Yeats said, "You'd better not provoke the noble knights."

In this medieval fantasy world, meat is in short supply.

All game from the forests belonged to the lord, and poaching was a serious crime.

"I checked the map. There is a small piece of forest between the hills and the lord's fiefdom that is not included in the legal scope. The lord must have deliberately designed it this way in order to refuse to clear out the monsters."

Gray said proudly: "As long as I hunt there, or lead the prey there and then hunt, everything will be fine!"

You know the code so well!

"...Fokas, you go with her and keep an eye on her."

"As you command, young master, please stay in the camp and be sure to stay safe."

After the two left, Ye Zhi glanced at the sleepy Snowy Owl in the treetops.

The snowy owl's eyelids have closed, its eyes narrowed into a slit, and its head tucked into its fluffy white feathers.

Yeats smiled.

What Gray said made sense. Raising an owl could help shoulder the burden of keeping watch at night.

The reason we chose to camp here yesterday was because there was a fresh water source and wild fruit bushes next to the campsite.

The wild fruit bushes mainly contain wild lemons. The berries have been eaten by passing birds and animals, but the lemons have grown large and round.

Yeats harvested a lot of wild lemons.

Immediately, Yeats washed and sliced ​​the lemon, boiled a pot of black tea, and put the lemon slices into the tea.

[Wild lemon hot black tea: one star. Made from wild lemon and high-quality black tea, warm and sweet, it restores the refreshing value after drinking (small)]

As the autumn chill grew, Yeats held a cup of hot tea in his hand and sipped it slowly.

The aroma of tea wafts in the air.

The snowy owl's sleep was disturbed. It flapped its wings and flew over, standing beside Yeats curiously.

"You want tea too?" Yeats was surprised.

"Coo!" The snowy owl shook its head in circles, looking very cute.

Yeats poured it a cup of hot tea and placed it on the ground.

The Snowy Owl tilted its head ninety degrees, watching Yeats drinking tea and imitating him in blowing away the cool air.

call.

A cold breath came out of the Snowy Owl's mouth.

The tea immediately turned into lemon iced black tea.

Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment and covered his face silently.

I'm sorry...I missed you.

What can I say.

Built-in ice making, a magical skill for the wild!

A man and a bird just drink tea leisurely.

Not long after, the team returned, and Grey was holding a snow rabbit's long ears in her hand.

"We were not very lucky. We only caught a snow rabbit." Gray sighed.

Ye Zhi nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Save it for a snack tonight. We will have snow rabbit soup tonight."

"That's great!" Gray almost cried with joy.

"Master, where did this bag of lemons on the carriage come from?"

"You were not here just now, so I picked some wild fruits."

"This is obviously more than just one point..."

Set off again.

The snowy owl flapped its wings and flew along with the galloping carriage.

Ye Zhi leaned out of the car window, his heart moved, and he stretched out his arms.

Snowy Owl glanced down at Yeats's outstretched arm.

Subsequently.

The Snowy Owl descended slowly and placed its claws on Yeats' arm.

The Snowy Owl gradually folded its wings, stood still, and looked around at the rapidly receding scenery, its eyes full of wonder.

Gray looked at the interaction between the noble boy and the snowy owl with a smile on her face.

The closer you get to the border, the less control the nobles have and the greater the chance of encountering danger.

It was nearly dusk.

When passing by an abandoned slaughterhouse.

A group of sheep-shaped skeletons standing on four legs blocked the way.

"Fokas, speed up and smash them!" Ye Zhi shouted. "Master, the wheel seems to be stuck by something!"

"Something is climbing onto the car—"

Gray held the wooden spear and poked the severed hand that had climbed onto the car body downwards, shouting:
"Creeping Claw, what a disgusting monster!"

Ye Zhi looked down and hissed.

Four or five bloody severed hands, with a bone exposed at the base of the palm, moved on the ground using sharp claws and tried to climb onto the car to grab Gray.

The Creeping Claw is a low-level undead creature made by Necromancers using severed hands. It can do some simple work or attack enemies in a small range.

"Fokas, untie the leash from Carrot and let it fight the skeleton!"

"Understood!" Phocas untied the noose.

Without the restraint of the carriage, Radish showed off his majesty as a purebred warhorse and neighed to the sky.

The name of Knight Roland resounded throughout the continent, and a Roland warhorse was at least a starting point.

Therefore, the combat capability of the carrot is quite terrifying! In a flash, several skeletons were smashed into pieces by the carrot!

"So your carrots are so fierce..."

Gray was stunned.

"Nonsense, we mainly rely on it for damage!" Ye Zhi said, "Kill the Creeping Claw first!"

The carriage stopped moving, and three more crawling claws approached from the corner. Phocas drew his one-handed sword and joined the battle.

Ye Zhi suddenly had an idea and shouted to the Snowy Owl standing on the roof of the carriage watching the excitement:

"Kill these monsters and I'll cook for you!"

Gray: "Can it understand human language?"

Snowy Owl: "Goo!"

Yeats: "I guess it says it understands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the snowy owl flapped its wings and flew up, blowing out a gust of cold icy wind.

First-level spell, Frost Wind!

The crawling claws affected by the frost wind were covered with a layer of frost, and their movements became slow.

The pressure on Fokase and Gray was relieved, and they took out the Creeping Claws one by one, and cooperated with Carrot to smash all the skeletons into pieces.

Crisis resolved.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the slaughterhouse where corpses were strewn all over the place.

"This is clearly a safe zone on the map, so why are there so many undead creatures?" Gray asked.

Fokas said seriously, "After the necromancer has carried out a massacre, he will make the dead's severed hands into crawling claws to train his abilities. I'm afraid we have been attacked by the necromancer here."

Hearing this, Gray shuddered and felt that the surroundings became increasingly gloomy.

Ye Zhi seemed to be thinking about something. He reached out and touched the snowy owl's head, and it squinted its eyes in enjoyment.

"Just now, this owl was very useful." Gray cast a glance over.

"After all, it is a creature that can master magic." Fokasi sighed.

"Gather the Creeping Claws."

Yeats ordered, “Let’s get out of here.”

"As you command." Phocas hesitated, "But the Crawling Claw is only worth a few copper coins, right?"

"Who said I was going to sell it?" Yeats said, "I'm going to use it to cook tonight."

Gray and Fokasse were stunned on the spot, sweating profusely.

"Tonight's meal is... a crawling severed hand?!"

"Look, this severed hand has four claws. Combined with the location, what do you think?"

"The deceased only had four fingers when he was alive?"

"To be precise," Yeats said calmly, "it's a chicken's foot."

"???"

Yeats still remembers that in the early days of the game, there was a distinctive necromancer merchant who sold ingredients such as chicken and mutton.

According to the conversation, the necromancer is just a hobby of the businessman, and his main business is actually running a slaughterhouse.

Ye Zhi had bought ingredients from him before and was impressed by this NPC. Combined with the location, he could confirm that this was the place.

But that NPC died in a plot.

Yeats never saw him again.

I don’t know whether I won the resurrection match later.

"Although chicken feet have been made into creeping claws of monsters, they are still edible in essence. They just need some processing."

Ye Zhi smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I promise to deal with the Creeping Claw properly!"

Fokasi touched his pocket and his face suddenly froze.

Eating undead creatures, it seems that drinking antidote has no effect?
Gray's face turned pale and she smiled very reluctantly.

Creeping Claws, can you eat them?!

That night.

Yeats served the carefully marinated dishes.

The ripe Creeping Claw is dipped in spiced lemon juice and refrigerated by the Snow Owl spell 'Frost Wind'. It has a slight chill and its flavor is even more authentic.

"Lemon Creeping Claw, it's done!"

Gray: (д╬)
It actually looks delicious?!
(End of this chapter)