Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2253 The King of the Skull (4)

While Arthur saw the scene of the child licking the pigeons, he also heard the spit from the guards on the wall: "Hey, Verne, don't throw arrows in the castle again! You are so hard to do!" "

"There is no outsider to see, what's wrong with Uncle! The pigeons are cooked and you have a piece of it!" The little ghost took the shot and the gray pigeon ran away.

There are such guys. Look at that dress should not be a knight, not even a trainee knight. The Cavaliers are very strict, and the teenage children should be trained at least by the trainee knight. In Arthur's time, even some children became official knights (black iron knights) before they reached adulthood. Although Arthur is still not fully aware of whether the regular knight of this world needs adulthood, but this child is not yet trained as a trainee, he is a bird to fish here, so it is hard to become a thing after this estimate. Regular knight. In this way, he should be the child of some of the people in the castle? But since it is a child of the next person, why do you dare to play birds on the wall like that, and don’t seem to worry about being scolded by the guards on the wall?

The actual guards did not marry him. They just said, "It is very difficult for us to do this." It’s an intriguing statement...

And the appearance of the little devil is very similar to someone Arthur knows. Who on earth is it? The Cavaliers couldn’t remember for a moment.

"Wang?" Biddeville saw Arthur again, and he groaned.

"Let's see it in the past." The blonde boy said to the white wolf.

"Wang Wang." The great white wolf shook his tail, and it was right to follow the people and give him the right thing. After all, his puppy's nose is very aura. He sniffed at the place where the gray pigeon was shot. It seems that just tracking the faint **** smell can keep up with the little ghost. Bediville shook his tail toward Arthur and began to track himself.

"Oh." Arthur also glanced at the ground. There is only a tiny drop of blood on the floor made of thick rock, and the amount of blood is almost invisible to the naked eye. If Arthur had seen the scene just now, I knew that a pigeon was shot here by an arrow. He may not notice a small drop of blood in the area above the ground.

Good archery and poor archery, the difference is here. A good archer can kill the target and make the bow accurately fall on the target's heart, suppressing the beating of the heart, thereby suppressing the target bleeding. When the pigeons are shot, they can't bleed, and they fall to the ground, and there are of course very few bloodstains.

And if you don't struggle, you will kill the pigeons. The pigeon meat will not be stiff and painful before death. It will be very tender and delicious. The boy is trying to make the pigeon meat as delicious as possible, so that he can kill the gray pigeon so accurately? Or is it just accidental?

Do not. It can't be accidental. Arthur is also very clear in his heart. He has not received enough training. It is difficult for ordinary people to shoot the pigeons flying in the air with bows and arrows, not to mention the precision of the heart. The heart of the pigeon is only as small as a nail. It wants to shoot through the heart of a pigeon flying in the air, and subtly control the angle of the shot, so that the arrow can suppress the bleeding on the heart wound of the pigeon. It is easy!

That is no accident. The juvenile archery is real.

------The real thing is worth to look at it.

It’s not difficult to track down, and it’s easy for Bedyville to follow the **** smell of the pigeons. It’s all the way, and Lubasi’s imagination is still hard to go. This embarrassment seems to be a remote and unknown corner of Hill in Fort. The wall here is facing the towering terrain, the invaders can't attack it, and there is a cliff opposite, and the moat below. Which one who wants to die will swim through the moat first, risking being discovered by the archers, climbing up the cliff and the smooth wall, and invading the castle from here? I don’t think it’s realistic. Therefore, there are not many people patrolling on the side of the city wall, and the degree of repair of the city wall is not as high as that on the other side.

The result is precisely because the city wall is a little disrepaired, and it is hovering everywhere. There are also many three-dimensional potholes that can be imagined by ordinary people, which can be drilled and drilled. The little devil who ran the pigeons just now used this three-dimensional pothole to move. From one platform to another, from one hole to another, it’s so far away. The route is also particularly hidden. If you are a normal adult, I am afraid that half of it will have to give up because I can't drill through those holes. Fortunately, regardless of Arthur or Bediville, the size is relatively small (the size of the white wolf is not small, but the wolf is particularly good at drilling holes?), the little devil can drill the way, Arthur can pass the past ------ at least It was barely drilled.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha --"

Abandoning a lot of effort, Arthur breathlessly climbed out of the last pothole on the wall, and finally arrived in an extremely secret courtyard. There are high fences and walls outside the courtyard, and normal people may not find such a place if they do not look carefully. As far as this is concerned, it is quite the original design of the castle, or it is naturally formed because of the collapse of the wall that has been in disrepair, and it is not known.

Sniffing. Bedyville's nose is moving.

"Wang." The white wolf screamed at Arthur and seemed to find something.

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Without Bettiville's suggestion, Arthur could also smell it. The smell is so fragrant, how can it be missed unless there is a problem with the nose? Fennel, rosemary, lemongrass, and vanilla, all kinds of spices that Arthur can call, even the nameless spices, faintly exude their unique aroma. It would have been a disaster to put together so many kinds of spices, but it is wonderful, because the people who cook the soup have the right amount of spices, and these spices are wonderfully coordinated to form a symphony. The aroma of the melody is unbelievable.

The person who cooks the soup is either a chef with a shocking talent, or a guy who is so lucky. Of course, there is still a possibility that the person is slowly experimenting with the formula that has been summed up in hundreds of thousands of experiments - and when using spices, it is measured with a tight measuring instrument. Put it, the amount must be the same.

The person who cooks this soup, it won't, is it really the little devil?

With full of doubts, Arthur bypassed the bushes that blocked the line of sight and walked from one side to the middle of the courtyard.

There, there was a cauldron in the open air, and the child put the cauldron on the iron shelf and heated it on the campfire in the open air. Pigeons, needless to say, have already been plucked to the internal organs, washed and cut into a large pot to cook a pigeon broth.

So this pot of soup is really cooked by this little devil. And it is only him who, in one short time, has processed all the processes and put the materials into the soup. This little devil is very numb.

"Who?" The child saw someone coming out from the side of the bush. He couldn't help but be alert: "There is such a place to catch up. If you say it first, people who don't know, I won't give you the stew." Oh."

"I am not too hungry to grab the food from the children." Arthur said with a sigh of relief, approached and glanced: "Why do you want to hide in this place?"

"Because the lunch time has passed, the castle is not allowed to eat snacks according to the regulations, whether it is adults or children." The little ghost replied in a serious manner: "So you have to hide and secretly cook and secretly eat."

What a **** of this. The Cavaliers King wondered.

Arthur glanced again into the soup pot.

The soup is very thin, and the bottom of the soup is beautiful golden yellow. In the sunlight reflected in the blue smoke and the sky, it seems to have an aura of angels. Arthur could even see the pigeon meat and dozens of vegetables that were boiled back and forth in the bottom of the pot. It looks like potatoes and carrots. Maybe the kid was stolen from a certain kitchen in the castle. It’s strange to blame, so many materials and spices are clearly listed. Why does this pot of soup still have such a clear texture? Is it because the child is constantly removing the impurities floating on the surface of the soup carefully during the soup? How much care and patience do you need? !

There are actually no other kitchen utensils around. The tool used by the devil to cook, this large stockpot, and the large wooden spoon he used to stir the soup, and the knife placed on the stone table next to it (used to cut the pigeons to take the meat). The knife with a small amount of blood is even a bit blunt. It is hard to imagine how the child used this blunt knife to remove the pigeons from the internal organs, and then cut the cleaned pigeon meat into pieces and throw them in. In the pot.

The archery is amazing and the cooking is not bad. It is rare to find such talents in this era. Even if he is just a kid.

It is reasonable to say that those who have amazed talents must also have a shocking appearance. However, on the contrary, the boy in front of Arthur is actually a very ordinary boy. A teenager with short black hair looks very similar to most Britons. In short, he has a popular face. The appearance was so mediocre that even after Arthur had seen him, it took a few seconds to remember the appearance of the devil, so he looked at the child again. He recognizes a few features that he can remember - and is still a blessing to someone.

The child looked familiar, but Arthur couldn't remember who he was like.

"What's wrong, is there a dirty thing on my face? I kept staring at me." The child was uncomfortably stared at by Arthur and replied.

"Little devil, you seem to be called... Verne, right?" Arthur suddenly asked, "Would you like to be my adjutant?"

"what?"

"I asked if you want to be my adjutant. I am serious." Knight King said: "You. Me. Plus Buddy. Then hire a few good mercenaries, so team up to annihilate this. The area is suffering from the thief. What is it called? ------[People]?"

"You want me...go with you...hey?!?" The child who heard the stunned face trembled and asked, almost did not let the wooden spoon in his hand slip into the soup pot. .