Chapter 612 So how does my dad make it more delicious? -
“…Step 1: Grind the dough and make a hollow pie with the dough, poking a hole the size of a fist at the bottom;
Step 2: Pinch the shape of lace and doves on the top and surroundings of the pie, fill it with flowers in the middle to keep it in shape, and then send it to the kiln;
Step 3: Bake the pie until the color is golden and the pie is crispy. After fixing, let cool, and remove the flowers filled inside through the hole at the bottom;
Step 4: Put the living white dove in through the hole at the bottom;
Step 5: After serving, cut the pie skin from the top and the pigeon will fly out! Then you can deliver smaller pigeon meat pies prepared with seasoned pigeon meat…”
————A recipe recorded in the kitchen of some ruins in Gutera
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"Stop talking nonsense, can this thing be eaten?!"
Ramizane threw the data board that presented scanned photos of vulnerable ancient recipes and protested loudly.
"You can guess at this thing at a glance that there will definitely be a dove inside after it is cut-"
"Maybe this old thing doesn't have that kind of function."
Pertulabo BC's mood casts a rather gloomy expression on his phantom camouflage shell. His facial features seem deep bones, sunken in the shadows, like the shadow cast by Olympia's no longer existing sunshine on the snow-capped peaks of the planet.
"After all, this flat-haired beast must have been transformed by him, and you and I can't tell why he became like this and how he was turned into this."
"Uh. I really have no way to tell you about this. If I knew, I would definitely tell you, Pepe." The librarian who was very sensitive to the anger of his own border herder scratched his scalp. Due to recent reconstruction and a lot of calculations, the cables that needed to be reinserted under the scalp were not mixed with the accumulated black hair.
"I know." Peturabo still replied gloomy. "But I don't think it's just a dove that looks just as ordinary as it looks. I know the old skeleton too much. He can't be that simple, nor can he make himself into such an easy-to-be-touch form. There must be a fraud in this."
His eyes turned to his body that was no different from that before the office was broken through. His black hair was shaved off from his scalp and was left on the Iron Destiny by Relano, who had been left on the Tianming Steel, used his bionic mechanical hand to change his clothes to form beautiful warrior braids with incredible dexterity to avoid affecting the cables.
Now the Chief of the Royal Court is directing other servants to orderly and quickly clean up and arrange a space for His Highness to work, hold meetings, summon and even take a break without losing his noble status in the pharmacist's laboratory.
Peturabo's eyes looked at the busy figure of the manager who was suddenly obviously excited about work, but the other party's impeccable etiquette and response made him unable to find a reason to pick things around Ramizane - although he really wanted to do so now.
The offices and other venues that have been repeatedly destroyed and repaired recently, as well as the two Iron Lords themselves, are still well managed, thanks to the ancient sage who arrived as soon as the office burst incident and the psychic outbreak ended.
No one knew what Rilano felt at that moment, but the headmaster of the royal court who had been half retired and had begun to write some etiquette instructions and gardening works and music organized active and reliable soldiers before arriving. Then they began to block the scene, clean up the aftermath, and comfort the lower deck.
Relano even miraculously arranged a team of men from all over the place, led by him in person, and came in time to obey the Primros' orders.
Peturabo did not obey Ramizane's compromise before, but instead sent Rilano and the others out of some undoubted suspicion or stubbornness at this critical moment, retaining only the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fist members who he thought were reliable to guard the door. As a result, he now found in private even more annoyed that he now had to rely on the experienced royal chief of the imperial court who was experienced in serving the imperial court.
Because Ahalin, the highest-ranking Iron Warrior on this ship, was determined to fulfill his duties as a trident and as a servant, and believed that he could never and could not lose to Dantioc.
So when he was attacked by opening the office door, when Dantioc, who was headed in the first row, said to Him with admirable courage and determination, "You can't get over", Aharin, who was standing beside him, also pointed his gun at Him.
Honor, courage and determination are certainly commendable, but when facing an existence that once had such a huge power, the result is still obvious.
The first, second and tenth companies suffered heavy losses - the good news is that it seems to be because of the magical performance of Ramizane in the last moment, many people were dragged back from the abyss of death and collapse - and were just pulled.
So the bad news is that their combat power or most of the loss of material bodies inevitably occurs. When the Iron Lords walked out of the office and summoned the pharmacist's master who was ordered to guard the genetic seed bank in the pharmacist's laboratory to the scene to start first aid in the field, Aharin and many other soldiers were almost dead - according to Hongsuo's opinion, "It's incredible how he melted like this and hadn't died yet. It seems that Danti Oak blocked him for a while."
As the main body where Magna stays here, the sleeping Seventh Primrose and external equipment in the life pod of the vault also urgently need inspection and overhaul. The Destiny Steel recently had to close a large area until the impact of the core contemplator of this flagship subsided, because people reported that some areas would feel some extremely strong emotions when they walked in, or they might find themselves running into the illusion of the city of Yellow Sand and Brass.
Such a huge loss has made the computing power and human resources that Tianming Iron and Steel, which was only sufficient because of the time and space stalls that are gradually unfolding, especially the Iron and Warriors human resources.
It is obvious that some of the anger that Petulabo has developed after reading the report that has begun to turn red has been transferred to the dove that is most likely the Emperor turned into.
This is very reflected in the pigeon recipes piled up high in the corner of the desk.
"Then it depends on the results of Hongsuo's inspection. You and I are not experts in avian biology. ——Hongsuo?"
Ramizane raised his tone, and his inquiry was a pharmacist who was busy lying on the operating table of the laboratory bent over.
"No matter how you delay this time, I will cook him."
The black and white Iron Lord's voice was calm, but it was just an illusion. He waved his hand to the other side of the pharmacist's laboratory - it was the medical and survival pods on the Iron Blood that were advanced, comfortable to renovate but mostly vacant for a long time. Now, the flashing lights and various changes on the caps indicate that they are all being used.
"For the experience of your loyal descendants, I understand that if they know that you plan to cook your father in a fancy way because of their serious injury..."
"I'm not for these stupid and weak descendants! How could steel be shaken to remove rust?" Peturabo interrupted the other party in a hurry, and even brought a hint of ancient smoke to his voice. "I just happened to wave to it."
"Okay, okay, baby Pepe, whatever you say is what you say."
"Sir." The voice from the pharmacy master interrupted their conversation. The two giants of gods, who were twins in addition to the color of their eyes, turned their eyes to the descendant who had changed from a war blacksmith to a pharmacy and gene master and was obviously gifted in this regard. "The inspection results are out."
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"This is impossible!" Peturabo roared, "I'm going to pull out his hair and roast him into a roasted pigeon! No, no," the owner of the Iron Legion began to pace back and forth on the lab's Guangkejian floor in a hurry, walking around, "Impossible! Never possible!"
He stopped and turned around, as if he was still stepping on the marble floor in the palace of the Lox on Olympia, swinging his non-existent cloak out of thin air.
"This is impossible! He must have some backup plan!"
"I've read the report of Hongsuo," Ramizane calmly wore a LOGOS, sitting in his own position, holding the data board submitted by Hongsuo in his hand.
"Personally, I didn't see any problem. Judging from the results of the physical examination, it was a pigeon, except, uh." He glanced at him again, "Except that it not only has weak psychic energy, but also its psychic fingerprint and other special indicators point to it being your father, it was a pigeon. To be honest," Ramizane added, "This really surprised me a little. How did this form?"
"How else can it be formed?" Peturabo replied upset, "My calculations have never provided such a result." He glanced at Ramizane.
"What do you think of me? I said it. I don't know why I grabbed a pigeon in my hand in the blink of an eye, and I also knew in my heart that it was your father."
"Why do you still get to know it's Him?" Peturabo approached his body, staring at his ice-blue pupils under his deep brown eyes, frowning tightly as if it were Chuan-shaped brows. "I shouldn't ask, but I don't ask. I think I'll keep this question in my heart - what did you see when you opened the door and the old guy rushed in?"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Uh..." Ramizane grabbed her newly implanted cable and slightly red and swollen scalp. "I... must say something. The first thing I saw was the light, the second I saw something I forgot, but I immediately thought of something I had read."
"What?"
"Chain. To be precise," said Ramizane. "The throne, a throne carried, and then I seemed to be thinking, 'If it is this throne, there should be a dove above it', so I looked up and saw that there was a dove in the golden light as I thought, and it was still flying towards my face in panic, and it was about to hit my face, so I reached out to catch it, and wasn't it just pinched it."
Peturabo stared at his face, trying to find a trace of deception or pretending to be stupid from it, but the other party was very sincere, so sincere that he felt that this expression appeared on his face a little stupid.
"Is this gone?" he asked.
"Oh, and there." Ramizane recalled again, "I really can't remember what happened, but there seemed to be someone on the throne behind the dove."
Peturabo's eyes froze.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not sure! But I think there seems to be someone on it. The pigeon flew over from above and was caught by me."
"That is," the black and white plush iron Lord returned to a little calm and began to think at high speed. "The dove is separated from the person on the throne, maybe the dove is trying to fly away... If so, it is not impossible to explain."
His eyes moved to the white pigeon that was stuffed back into the golden bird cage by Hong Suo after the inspection. After submitting the report, the pharmacy master tactfully left to take care of the wounded.
The doves were croaking, and there was no human emotion in the pair of black and round eyes. They grabbed the perch in the cage with their cages and focused on pecking at the handful of food that Ramizane put in with their beaks.
"Maybe I'll dissect it next and connect it to a controllable system to retest and monitor the experiments, which will better determine his specific situation." Peturabo said tentatively.
"I have no objection, Pepe. What are you asking me for?"
"Don't you stop me? He may be...the human emperor. He may be the hope or god of many people in this universe."
"All right? This is your father. You can do it, stew it, roast it, fried it... I care what you do." Ramizane looked puzzled, "Don't ask me about this, Pepe, do whatever you think it is appropriate. How long have I lived here? How long has the ‘Petulabo’ been here? This must be because you have more experience in handling this aspect!"
"Do you believe me so much?" asked the Lord of Steel in a soft voice, "Don't forget that I am the devil prince who has no chaos."
"Oh, I don't know how much water you have in this chaotic chaos!" Ramizane shook his head, "Anyway, I see you have done a good job in these times! Besides, I believe you, my Peturabo is the most capable and smartest in the world...Ahem!"
He stood up and wanted to reach out to comfort Peturabo, but the other party avoided it, indicating that he was not suitable for such a personal behavior, so Ramizane mumbled and walked to the birdcage and bent down to tease the pigeon that was probably the most noble in the universe at present.
His fingers reached into the fence of the bird cage and teased the white dove.
"This pigeon is still a little thin when touched. It would be better if it could be a little fatter..."
Before he could say the word "eat", Ramizane said in surprise, "Huh?"
(This chapter ends)