Chapter 50 The way to defeat fear is to face fear
The home of Troll Ogg is located in the handicraft area of Winter Lake City.
This house is made of stone bricks, the gaps between the stone bricks are filled with lime mortar, and the roof is covered with thatch. Pushing the door and walking in, you are faced with the hall. In the center of the hall is a fire pit surrounded by a stone ridge. The firewood is crackling and the flame is warm and comfortable.
Yeats raised his head and glanced at the soot under the roof... In this world, fireplaces and chimneys are symbols of the wealthy. Common people usually use fire pits or ovens as heating equipment, which are often accompanied by fire hazards. .
On the four walls of Ogg's house, trophies such as antlers, wolf skins, and wild boar tusks are hung.
A short human stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand to hold the wooden shuttle, and stood beside the vertical loom to tie the weft yarn, and turned around.
"Og, you are back!" The boy's eyes were bright, "You even brought guests!"
The troll seemed quite happy, raising his head and laughing, grinning widely. Bared tusks.
“They are warriors who are going to hunt moose, and they are also Ogg’s friends, so Ogg invited them to his house for dinner!”
“Hunting moose?” The little boy looked at Yeats and Gray, "Are you adventurers? You look very powerful!"
Adventurers are a group of mercenaries who make a living by hunting monsters, ranging from well-trained humans to extraordinary beings blessed by gods.
Gray glanced at Yeats and still didn’t understand why he came to a stranger’s house for dinner. Yeats smiled and explained:
“We are not adventurers, we just follow the pack. The businessman who came here to participate in the grand event thought that hunting moose was very interesting, so he planned to give it a try. "
"Ah - so it's like this," the little boy trailed off, feeling very regretful. returned to the loom.
The old lady was hunched over, with a hint of confusion deep in her kind eyes, and asked tentatively:
"My lord, other people are very scared when they see Ogg. Why did you lend him money?"
"Maybe it's because I think Ogg is very kind." Yeats smiled.
The old lady nodded to express her understanding, her eyes showing intimacy: "I grew up watching Ogg, and I know he is a good boy."
Obviously he is a troll, but There is no cruel character of ordinary trolls, and they get along well with humans. Gray became more and more confused and couldn't help but said:
"This troll——"
Under Yeats' glare, Gray murmured:
"I mean, Ogg, is this the child you adopted?"
The old woman smiled gently , said nothing, and went to make dinner tremblingly.
Yeats followed her, passing a wooden screen next to the fire pit to block the smoke, and then came to the indoor cooking area.
Gray was restless and glanced at Ogg secretly, seeing a friendly smile on the troll's ugly face.
"This old lady is also a weirdo!" Gray had weird eyes, looking down at the floor, thinking, "You dare to adopt a troll cub, aren't you afraid of farmers and snakes?"
"Don't be afraid. "
At this time, the troll Ogg said seriously: "You won't be afraid if you get used to it. If you don't believe it, just look at Rand, he won't be afraid of me anymore. "
My name is Lan. The little boy in Germany muttered: "What's so scary about Ogg? I think some humans are a hundred times scarier than trolls!"
Gray felt that this family was quite strange, and she felt nervous. The son was dissuaded and said dumbly: "Og, is your father also a human being?"
"Og had two fathers." The troll said calmly, "But they both died, and then my mother accepted me."
Gray was startled, feeling vaguely that he had said the wrong thing. I opened my mouth but couldn't find the right words, feeling a little anxious in my heart.
If only I could be like Yeats, so eloquent!
The other side of the wooden screen.
Yeats used a kitchen knife to cut open the cod. The cod produced in Winter Lake City has white and tender meat, and the cod roe is also a rare delicacy.
Vegetables include carrots, peas, and cabbage. Northerners like to stew these vegetables with venison, add butter and bread, and form a pot of thick soup.
Salt-baked cod fillets, creamy cod caviar, vegetable bisque, this is exactly what Yeats was preparing to cook.
The old woman wanted to help Yeats, but found that she couldn't help him at all. She was a little surprised that this young businessman was so good at cooking.
In the iron pot, the vegetable soup exuded a fragrant fragrance. The old lady looked at Yeats's side face, her cloudy eyes flickered, and she whispered:
"My lord, I would like to ask you for something. ”
"Please speak."
"I would like to ask you...to convince Rand, the human child, to give up becoming an adventurer."
A trace of sadness flashed in the old woman's eyes.
"My husband and children died at the hands of monsters. I don't want to see my grandson follow the same path..."
Yeats was startled and said : "Then Ogg...isn't he also an adventurer?"
The old woman lowered her gaze and said: "Adopting Ogg is a promise made by my husband to his comrades. I have no right to interfere with Ogg's life."
On the other side of the screen, Ogg's cheerfulness came from Laughing loudly, he was bragging to Rand that he would be able to hunt down a giant moose.
The laughter was full of troll-style heroism, making the ceiling tremble slightly. "Although sometimes, I will have a little fear..."
The old woman's smile hides sentimentality and guilt.
"But whenever I think of the moment when Ogg grabbed my hand for the first time, I don't think he is a troll anymore."
"Maybe... Ogg also often doubts himself. After all, Is it a troll or a human being?" Yeats lowered his head to stir the soup, raised the corners of his face slightly, and said:
"But whenever he thinks of the first time he grabbed your hand, he unconsciously reveals it. Smile."
The old woman stared at Yeats blankly for a while, then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
Yeats suddenly said loudly:
"Everyone, get ready for dinner!"
"Hahaha, let me try my good friend's cooking skills!" Ogg laughed heartily.
"Hey, don't touch my ax. It's very dangerous!" Gray warned Rand.
“Tch, when I become an adventurer, the weapons I will use in the future will definitely be more powerful than yours!” Rand shouted.
Everyone sat on the bench next to the fire pit.
Yeats distributed wooden bowls of vegetable soup to everyone. The bowls were also covered with a piece of golden and fragrant salt-baked cod, and the puff pastry was dotted with creamy sturgeon caviar.
"Northern vegetable soup: one star. A home-cooked dish made from common vegetables stewed in the north. After eating it, the cold resistance is temporarily increased (medium)"
"Salt-baked cod: One star. Simply grilled with delicious cod. After eating, it temporarily increases the ice element affinity (small)"
"Cream sturgeon caviar: two stars. The salty sea breeze flavor and soft milk aroma, Temporarily improves insight after consumption (small)"
The ingredients used are not very luxurious, but the spirit of food still provides considerable benefits, and the home-cooked dishes stewed with ordinary ingredients are the same as those used to it. Everyone looking at the dishes looked surprised.
"This, this!" Ogg's face was shocked, and he immediately wolfed down a large bowl of soup in two or three mouthfuls, and laughed, "This is too delicious!"
"It's amazing. "How can a simple dish be so delicious?" Rand said with a look of disbelief on his face.
The old woman tasted the salt-baked cod, her eyes were surprised, and then she looked at Ogg and Rand, who were eating with gleaming eyes, and smiled.
“So you can make such delicious dishes without using World of Warcraft ingredients?” Gray approached Yeats and praised him.
Yeats said calmly: "When we successfully hunt the giant moose, we can have a feast!"
"I heard that many hunters were killed in this hunting activity." The old woman expressed concern.
“Even so, Ogg won’t be afraid, right?” The little boy elbowed the troll proudly.
The troll grinned and nodded vigorously: "Just do it!"
Yeats nodded silently.
A line flashed through my mind.
The way to defeat fear is to face it!
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The giant moose is a giant beast that can reach a height of more than three meters, and its size is even more terrifying including a pair of antlers.
It is the ultimate target of this hunting activity. The person who kills it can receive a reward of three hundred gold coins, and the trophies of the giant moose are at the disposal of the hunter.
Legend has it that if you offer the antlers of a giant moose to the gods by the lake, you can receive blessings from the goddess of fishing, hunting and winter!
the next day.
Lakeside forest.
Yeats, Gray, and Ogg the Troll travel together.
The ground of the coniferous forest was covered with snow, and Ogg’s footprints were particularly eye-catching. Yeats joked:
“Ogg, wait until someone mistakes your footprints for giant giants. Moose, shooting at us.”
Ogg scratched the top of his head, feeling a little worried for Yeats: "That's not possible, let's act separately!"
Yeats thought for a while, it was good, his "Poison Blade" blessed him It is not exposed when cast.
“I’ll come back to you when I kill the giant moose, oh oh!” Ogg let out a high-pitched war cry, carrying a bag of spears on his back, and set off in stride.
Yeats was going to set a trap first, and then use the scent of food to lure the giant moose to appear. When he lowered his head to survey the terrain, Gray frowned intuitively and pulled Yeats into a small road.
Gray lowered her voice and pointed forward: "Look there!"
A large group of squirrels surrounded a huge pine tree. Each squirrel held an acorn in its hand, as if praying for something.
Yeats's eyes widened.
Let me go, there are so many squirrels!
(End of this chapter)