I'm Going to Be a Blind King

"Really?" Gilgamesh said with a slightly regretful voice, "I was going to give a gift to a certain intern Santa Claus. What a pity."

Jeanne alter's ears moved.

Then Jeanne Alter noticed the sound of footsteps behind her.

Eh? !Is he gone?

Joan of Arc finally couldn't bear to look back.

Then I found Gilgamesh's bright smile and his body that was walking in place.

"Go to hell!"

Jeanne Alter stepped on Gilgamesh hard.

Gilgamesh didn't care, I couldn't even feel this strength.

Mr. King held out a long gun.

"Here, your present."

"arms?"

Joan of Arc was a little puzzled, she took the spear, waved it a few times, and found that it was a bit long for her.

"What kind of weapon is this? What's its name?"

Gilgamesh thought for a while: "It seems to be called the Lance of Longinus."

"I see."

Joan alter tried the gun again, and then she realized something was wrong.

"Ehhh??? The Spear of Longinus!!!?"

Gilgamesh pulled Rajon Alter's small face that grew out of surprise, and said, "Aren't you a vengeful saint? It's very appropriate to hold this."

"What is appropriate! For such a dangerous thing, the level of this Noble Phantasm must be EX!!! Definitely EX!!!"

Joan of Arc wanted to return the spear of Longinus to Gilgamesh, but Gilgamesh didn't take it, but said: "Then why don't you try to kill God? Say it softly to it." The desire to kill the gods, and then throw it out to try."

"That's the Gun of Eternity (Gungnir)!"

Jeanne alter rose up to refute.

"right!"

Gilgamesh took out Gungnir from the King's Treasure again, and bound the two EX-level spears together with the holy relic cloth, forming the strongest anti-god treasure ever!

"That's good! Do you want to try killing a god first?"

In the universe, a huge mass of white light suddenly trembled.

"Don't say that casually!"

Joan of Arc is now dumbfounded looking at the combination of the three EX-level treasures in Gilgamesh's hand.

Gilgamesh thought for a while: "The degree of revenge of the vengeful saint is not enough. If you say you don't want to kill a god, then kill an angel?"

In the universe, many groups of small white lights surrounding that huge group of white lights suddenly trembled.

Joan alter sighed and covered her eyes wordlessly.

"Oh yes!" Gilgamesh's eyes lit up. "Soon a saint will be summoned. It seems to be St. George. Let's try him."

Joan alter silently expresses her sorrow to St. George.

Just when Joan of Arc wanted to continue reading, Gilgamesh suddenly picked her up and rushed out of the palace.

"What are you doing!!!"

Joan Alter said angrily.

"How can you do it without practice!"

Gilgamesh carried Joan of Arc into Santa's car.

"This is!!!" Joan of Arc alter's eyes were shining, "Elk, Santa suit, wow wow wow!!! Are we going to fly? We must be flying!"

Gilgamesh smiled, hugged Joan Alter in his arms, and said, "Be careful, start the car."

Joan of Arc wanted to break free, but found that Gilgamesh's muscles were too strong, so she blushed and said, "I'll allow you to hug me once this time, so don't make an exception!"

"Yes Yes."

......

Sanson walked for a long time before he came to the farm. King Gilgamesh did not give him a horse, nor did he give him a treasure for traveling. come over.

There are still a few wyverns staying outside the farm to watch over the place. The family portrait flags of Gilgamesh and Joan of Arc are fluttering in the wind. Sanson is looking at Gilgamesh's flag so dazzling.

Then Sansong was warmly welcomed by the people in the farm.

"Liberating our loved ones is here! Friends, come out!"

Chapter 8: St. Sanson

While Gilgamesh was flying around with Joan of Arc, Sanson was being warmly received by the people of the local farm.

"Comrade, try eating this meat."

It looked like the man in charge of the farm had picked up a piece of meat for Sanson.

San Song didn't see any aristocratic attire from this man. Although the owner of the farm is unlikely to be a big aristocrat who personally manages it, he should be a down-and-out little aristocrat at the end.

Seeing Sansong's puzzled eyes, the owner of the farm smiled and said, "You don't know, the last owner of the farm was condemned by Lord Martha's Iron Fist for oppressing slaves, oppressing civilians, and committing all kinds of crimes. The wyvern ate it. The rest of the people have to wait until King Gilgamesh amends the new law to try again because of the minor circumstances. I am the proxy owner elected by everyone."

There are no ashes left...

Sang Song took a deep breath and cleared his mind. My God, the French Revolution did not have such a feat. The nobles who found evildoers in one place were executed on the spot. If the circumstances were less serious, they would have to wait for the trial. The key is... ..

"Aren't you resisting?"

"How can it be!"

The farm owner smiled.

"It's too late to be happy. Our people have finally stood up and become the masters. I can't wait to cooperate with the outside world."

Those who win the hearts of the people win the world...

Sanson cut a piece of meat and ate it. He felt that King Gilgamesh had secured the throne of France this time, but he didn't know why he sent me here.

Hey, this meat...

In the Middle Ages, wealthy people ate a lot of meat because doctors told them it was the best food for health.The middle class expects to eat at least a large piece of meat for dinner every day (except for fasting days in Catholic countries); the wealthy class expects to enjoy a wider variety of meat, poultry and seafood.

But San Song couldn't tell what kind of meat it was, it was fat but not greasy, with a lot of fat, like duck meat, but this piece was obviously not duck meat, and the meat had no fishy smell.

It wouldn't be beef, at the same time, beef was neither common nor loved, because cows were used for milk or plowing, and old cattle were slaughtered for food, but the meat was old and tough; veal was popular though , but not easy to store.

In the early days, cattle were not often used as cattle, but horses were more common than horses.

But how could horses be so common and so precious.

"What kind of meat is this?"

The owner of the farm showed a mysterious smile and said, "My lord, this is pork."

pork?

Is it roast suckling pig?

Among pork dishes in the Middle Ages, only roasted suckling pig was a high-end and luxurious food. The so-called suckling pig must be a piglet that only drank mother’s milk from birth. good.

Such roast suckling pig has no fishy smell.

As for the grown pigs, although many people buy them, most of those people are poor.

"Roast suckling pig?"

Sanson asked.

The owner of the farm smiled even more mysteriously, and said, "No, my lord, this is a grown pig."

Become a pig?A pig made it like this?

San Song had a flash of inspiration. Although pork is the main meat at this time, will the common people and serfs be happy to eat it?

Moreover, domestic pigs at that time generally only ate berries and acorns in the forest, similar to wild boars, and were very active, like running around and fighting.

"How is this done?"

Sanson suddenly thought, did King Gilgamesh let him come here just to promote the recipe?

This is because the two professions of killing oneself and being a doctor are not in line with each other.

"It's an interesting thing to say."

The farm owner smiled.

"This pig was accidentally injured by his opponent in a fight. At that time, his lower body was gone. He became a eunuch pig. After being hit, he didn't like to run or fight. He slept every day when he was full. Very fat."

This......

Sanson, he understands!

It turns out that King Gilgamesh meant this, and pigs will have such characteristics after being castrated.

What about chickens, ducks, and geese?What about cows?What about other animals?

In the Middle Ages, some male broiler chickens, geese, ducks, beef cattle, and meat pigs were not castrated, so they tasted fishy and were restless.

Sanson stood up, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

If I finish this by myself, wouldn't it greatly reduce the manpower to manage these meat pigs and other animals, remove the fishy smell of these meat pigs and other animals, and allow the meat of these animals to grow rapidly.

It's just that my execution knife will be covered with the blood of beasts...

Do not!

This knife is stained with the glory of France!At that time, every French people will be able to eat meat!When you eat meat, you will remember my name Sanson!

And, most importantly, that Queen Mary must have favored me after knowing that I have made such a feat!

Thinking of this, San Song couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hahahaha! Farm owner! Let's castrate these animals!"