Shock! The Spell Is In English!

To be together with such a person.

It was both a kind of luck and a kind of misfortune.

Fortunately, he was able to witness the beginning of a brand new era, the birth of a genius and monster.

Unfortunately.

His brilliance was too dazzling.

Everyone else became his foil.

He could clearly see the shock and doubt in Rexton's eyes. He could see the ardent adoration in Vivienne's eyes. He could also see the dullness and disbelief in the eyes of the others.

The entire place was dead silent.

Only Lugh was cooking while he taught Clare, "These are called noodles. You can't add too much water or they'll turn into a paste. But you can't add too little or it won't take shape. It's noodle soup. This noodle soup..."

"I understand, Master.

"It's a pity I don't know how to make that big water ball and the big fireball."

Clare looked very serious.

Lugh said casually, "You can learn this slowly in the future. You just need to learn how to cook first."

"Young Master, I feel like I've learned it."

After hearing her words, Lugh could not help but laugh.

This reminded him of when he had just learned how to cook. Basically, he knew how to cook with his eyes, but in actual practice, it was a miserable sight to behold.

The so-called learning, in fact, was useless.

"Don't talk big. Wait until you can really make it. I'll wait for that day."

Before no, everything had to be done carefully in order to assassinate Berg, his nerves had always been in a tense state.

Now that he had left the imperial capital, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He could relax and do what he wanted to do.

"Don't worry, Young Master. I can learn things very quickly."

Clare felt that she had really learned.

Lugh smiled. Looking at the complicated expressions of Lorca and the others, he said with a smile, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and eat the noodles. Otherwise, they won't taste good if they're burnt."

Hearing Lugh's words, they all hurried over without a worry. 

Following that, the sound of slurping resounded throughout the god's ruins.

"No rush, there's plenty of noodles to go round."

After stopping Lugh's words, Rexton asked curiously as he ate the noodles in large mouthfuls, "These are called noodles?"

"That's right, what do you think of them?"

"Delicious." Rexton nodded frantically.

Noodles were Chinese food. Lugh had always liked Chinese food and had also studied it for a period of time.

There was a big pot of noodle soup and quite a lot of mixed noodles.

Cooking for more than a dozen people, they finished them all in a short while. Even the noodle soup had been drunk clean. All of them looked happy. Even Clare had eaten three big bowls of mixed noodles, Rexton smiled and said, "It's my first time eating noodles. I didn't expect anyone to be able to make such a delicious thing with flour."

"Me too, me too."

The others nodded in agreement.

They looked satisfied and knowledgeable.

Lugh could not help but laugh. They were just noodles.

But it had to be said, there were really too few kinds of food in this world. A single noodle could make these nobles feel so surprised, but seeing that everyone liked them so much, Lugh was very happy.

Then, Lorca took out a black iron block and threw it over. "This is for you..."

"Lorca, what are you doing?"

Lugh took it, looked at it, and smiled. "I'm not a blacksmith. I don't know how to forge. If you want to make weapons, you should think of a way in the Xi Zhao Empire."

As he spoke, he threw the iron block back.

He knew that Lorca wanted to give this thing to him.

The one in his rune space was as big as a table. This fist-sized piece was completely useless to him.

"This is for you," Lorca smiled and said, "You can't be an idiot with your noodles, right? Thank you so much for letting me eat such delicious food in the world."

"I don't know if I'll be able to pass the assessment on this trip to the Xi Zhao Empire, so this piece of boundary iron is for you. If I can help you create a divine weapon and participate in the assessment, I might be able to get first place."

The others looked at Lorca with complicated expressions. This guy was really willing to give it up.

This was the boundary iron. It was only produced near the spatial cracks in the heavenly battlefield. The production of boundary iron was extremely low, especially since it was almost extinct. The boundary iron could be engraved with runes, and in places like the heavenly battlefield, where treasures were everywhere, it was still considered a very rare treasure.

The reason was very simple. As long as a little boundary was added to the weapon, it would become incomparably sharp and tough. Moreover, it could transmit the power of runes very well.

On the heavenly battlefield, it could very well kill any powerful foreign creatures.

Lorca could be considered a relatively important noble in the Simon Empire, but he only had this small piece.

Who would have thought that he would actually bring it here.

With the importance of the boundary iron, even if one had money, it would still be very difficult to buy it.

One had to say, Lorca's boldness was really not ordinary.

It seemed that he had set his sights on Night and intended to follow him.

What a pity.

They had also seen Night's evilness, but it was a pity that they did not have these treasures. Otherwise, they would have shown their goodwill towards him.

Hearing Lorca's words, Lugh smiled helplessly and said, "Lorca, can't you give me something from the nine kingdoms? I don't lack things on the battlefield of the heavens. I have many of these things. If you give me these things, you might as well give me a few books to read."

Lugh was not joking.

There were two big pieces of boundary iron in his portable space.

One was from Charles' vault and was as big as a chair. The other was from Berg's vault, or to be precise, it was the Queen's private vault, which was even bigger. It was as big as a table.