Chapter 82 The knight is old, can he still make a living?
“How could the prey be that Kuchiki?”
On the way back to White Night City, Count Jai was lost in thought and muttered.
“Why does he have such a powerful magic pet?”
Countess Ai Lei’s eyes showed contempt. Just now, Jay was in chaos when facing the charging griffon. This kind of loser often exists in hereditary families.
On the other hand, the rumored "Baron Kuchiki" has already tamed a powerful falcon at a young age, and he is truly extraordinary.
Ai Lei laughed at Jai of Highland Castle in her heart, and said with a smile: "Perhaps it is precisely because Baron Yeats was unable to open the tree of life that he devoted all his efforts to taming animals. Why should you worry about a young man?" Are you worried about an energetic young man?"
Jay suddenly became happy and laughed: "You are right, this griffon is just for me!"
With a smile on his face, Thomas didn't want to stay next to Jai anymore. He rode up to the silver-haired boy and rode side by side with him to show respect.
Yeats turned his head and glanced at the fat Earl next to him, and said: "Lord Thomas, what can I do?"
"Your performance with the Falcon just now was really wonderful." Thomas asked with a smile, "I wonder when you started training this snowy owl?"
"Two months ago, maybe." Yeats said it matter of factly.
Thomas was slightly startled, obviously not believing what he said. He had already made eight hundred calculations in his mind. Then he changed the subject with a smile and said:
"The dinner will be held in the castle hall. I will Let the gourmets in the city prepare today's prey to reward you. Then I will have a drink with Lord Yeats."
"Thank you, Lord Earl, for your kindness," Yeats declined." I will not attend the dinner. I just got the idea to use the materials from the griffin beast to make a potion. I hope your lordship will forgive me for the fleeting inspiration.”
"Do you know anything about potions?" Thomas pretended to be surprised.
Yeats smiled and said: "Didn't you already know that I know how to learn potions?"
The new healing potion produced by Chenshuang Ridge was making a fuss. Thomas had obviously heard about it for a long time. Yeats didn't care much about the revelation, he chuckled and said:
"Your Excellency, you must attend the dance after the dinner. I have important things to discuss with you, which may very well affect the relationship between White Night City and Chen Chen." The future between the Frost Ridges!”
This is an alarmist statement, and Thomas is a kind-hearted person.
Yeats had no choice but to agree and murmured, "What important thing is related to the future?"
Old man, you don’t want to introduce your daughter to me, do you?
Everyone parted ways after entering Baiye City.
A group of people went to the Lord's Castle, and Yeats asked Thomas's men to pull the cart carrying the griffin beast to the entrance of the merchants' guild.
Yeats's cooking only requires the griffon heart and a little griffin meat. The other ingredients are sold directly to avoid having to transport them back to Morning Frost Ridge.
"Master, if you sell the prey directly instead of sharing it with the nobles, will this cause Earl Thomas's dissatisfaction?" Forkas whispered.
Sharing prey is regarded as a generous virtue. Although others will not say anything if they devour others, it damages the image of a noble.
Yeats didn't care about the image of aristocrats at all, gold coins were real, and said calmly: "What's this?"
Thomas's spearhead was aimed at Hudson, and he could only hit him. I will never really raise an army against Chenshuang Ridge.
What's more, there is a huge disparity in power between the secular and the extraordinary. A strong man with three rings can defeat an army, and a strong man with four rings can defeat a town.
In Chenshuang Ridge, there is Hillud who is as good as the fourth ring. Yeats relies on this high-level experience card. It depends on who dares to get into trouble.
The steward of the Merchant Guild hurriedly went out to greet him. When he heard that it was a baron who wanted to sell griffon materials, his eyes suddenly widened.
After some negotiation, Yeats received a total of more than 300 gold coins, which was much more valuable than the deer eagle beast.
"Generous Thomas!" Yeats felt secretly happy, "After giving away the deer eagle, I gave away the griffin!"
Yeats borrowed the kitchen from the steward again, and Fuka Si and Gray came to the kitchen, took out the bloody griffon heart from the rattan basket and started cleaning it.
Gray swallowed and said, "Didn't you say you should eat griffin meat? The heart... can also be eaten?"
Yeats said calmly: "The heart belongs to Phocas, you and I. Eat griffon legs."
Gray breathed a sigh of relief.
On the contrary, Phokas's expression was a little serious, but he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and fumbled for the antidote in his arms. Yeats twitched the corner of his mouth, used the cooking tools as a medicine furnace, and the griffon heart as a potion ingredient, and started cooking.
Gryphon heart stewed with potatoes, rated three stars. This dish is stewed with tomatoes, black pepper, broth, onions, potatoes, carrots and griffon heart cut into pieces. Yeats based it on Phocas. Special food can heal his old wounds.
The principle of this dish is similar to the "Gryphon Potion", which sounds more fantasy. It is designed to strengthen the blood supply capacity of the warrior's heart, thereby breaking through the blockage of blood vessels and improving the circle of life.
Focas has old problems in his wrists and knees. Although this medicinal diet cannot completely cure it, it is enough to restore him to the second ring level.
Another dish is roasted griffin legs with spices. This dish has only two stars and can permanently increase a small amount of bludgeoning resistance.
In a pot of thick black pepper potato sauce, griffon heart is dipped into pieces, exuding a fragrant aroma.
Yeats placed the dish in front of Phokas and said seriously: "This is carefully prepared by the young master for you. Don't waste a bite!"
Phokas took a deep breath and said seriously. Nod, pick up the spoon, and start tasting slowly.
Until the whole dish was finished, Phokas smiled and said: "A very delicious dish, Master."
Yeats crossed his arms and chuckled: "Look at it Has there been any change in your circle of life?”
Hearing this, Fokas closed his eyes strangely and looked into his soul realm.
In the soul realm, the bottom of the incomplete Tree of Life seemed to be injected with a golden breath. This golden breath goes up along the tree trunk, nourishing the second ring of life, making the gray and incomplete ring shine again!
This is... the second ring? !
Phokas opened his eyes in disbelief.
This situation is very different from when Gray was promoted.
Fokas returned to the second ring. He felt the familiar power pouring into his body again, as if he was reunited with an old friend, and he was already filled with tears!
Snap.
The spoon in his hand fell and fell to the ground.
"Master...you made this specially for me?" Phocas said hoarsely.
Yeats leaned over to pick up the spoon, put it in Phokas' hand, and smiled slightly:
"Don't be so surprised, it's just that the magic potion has been replaced by medicated food - it's the same. ! ”
Sudden.
Fokas stood up, knelt down on one knee, put his fist on the ground, bowed his head and saluted solemnly.
"Tyr, God of Justice! Here, I swear - I am willing to defend the glory of Yeats and Brondi until death!"
Phocas's The plate armor shone with silvery white luster, reflecting Yeats' surprised gaze.
Spell·Holy Oath.
A knight can only make a sacred oath once in his life. When he follows the oath and fights, he will be favored by divine power.
But once the oath is broken, the knight will be betrayed by the oath and suffer a huge price.
Yeats believed that the last sacred oath that Fercas made to his predecessor, the Earl, was automatically lifted after the Earl's death, and he now swore loyalty to himself.
Yeats helped the old knight up and said with a smile:
"Others say you are old, but I think you don't eat much at all."
Fokas was stunned for a moment, with tears in his eyes, he raised his head and said with a smile: "The young master is absolutely right!"
On the other side.
Gray took a bite of the fragrant griffin meat leg and blinked.
That day in Winter Lake City, I heard Yeats say that he wanted to eat griffin meat... Unexpectedly, not only did he eat it, but it also tasted really good!
(End of this chapter)