Chapter 141 Cheese Baked Scorpion and Lion Tail


Chapter 141 Cheese Baked Scorpion and Lion's Tail

Palace, hall.

The servants looked at the manticore on the cart, all showing fear.

Manticore, this notorious and terrifying monster, is more feared by adventurers than griffins!

Yeats glanced at the cold manticore and rubbed his chin:

"In other words, your crusade was a great success?"

"Thanks to the kindness of Lord Baron."

The tall, blond and lion-eared lady of the Ys tribe spoke respectfully.

"If you hadn't arranged for the support of Lord Forkas, this operation would not have gone so smoothly, so I came to express my gratitude to you."

Yeats nodded slightly, in the spirit of winning over talents. With the idea in mind, he said: "Let's stay and have dinner before leaving."

"This... as a mercenary, will it damage your prestige if I attend your dinner?" Helga said cautiously.

Yeats smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, I have always loved making friends in my life. Besides, there may be a place where I can cooperate with the Manticore Mercenary Group in the future."

Helga couldn't help but feel sorry for him. This handsome and humble baron felt good about him, and he nodded solemnly and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, Baron!"

Then.

Through Phocas, Yeats learned more about the operation.

Hearing that the Snow Owl summoned the Snow Leopard using the 'Summon Demon Pet' spell, Yeats felt strange.

You can summon me someday!

The door of the hall was pushed open, and a girl with a single ponytail wearing riveted leather armor walked in. She said carelessly:

"I've finished my investigation. I'm so hungry, Yeats. Let's have dinner." What?”

Yeats pointed at the manticore corpse on the trolley and said calmly: "Eat this."

Gray and Helga's eyes widened at the same time: "Huh?!"

Phokas was also startled and said to himself that fortunately, the antidote the young master gave me has not been finished yet!

Helga had just agreed to attend the dinner. At this moment, cold sweat was dripping from her forehead, and she said nervously:

"Then what... Baron, you are not from the Southern Continent, so you may not know about the manticore. It is a magical beast that is inedible...it has scorpion venom in its body, which is enough to kill a three-ring transcendent!"

Yeats repeated his old words and said calmly: "If you remove the poisonous parts, can you eat it?"

Helga was a little confused... Could it be that the Baron is still a gourmet? But even a gourmet chef would not attack a manticore!

The scorpion tail of this kind of monster is the raw material for making the [Manticore Potion], and the Manticore Potion is one of the optional potions for rogues to be promoted to assassins.

In the Southern Continent, extraordinary people must make a will before drinking the manticore potion.

Helga was sweating profusely... The potion was like this, let alone cooking with a manticore!

Gray looked around the manticore, as if he had made some kind of determination, patted Helga on the shoulder, and said in an experienced tone:

"Although it looks inedible, you want to Believe Yeats...even if it's a manticore, he can make it delicious!"

Yeats glanced at Gray in surprise.

Helga showed an extremely forced smile.

“I have already agreed to attend the dinner, so I won’t regret it anymore.” Helga thought to herself:

"Dish made by a manticore? The worst I can do is not eat a bite... I don't want to die young!"

In the kitchen.

Under Gray's curious gaze.

The kitchen knife woven from shadows condensed in Yeats’s palm, while handling the ingredients, he explained:

“The most delicious part of the manticore is actually its tail... But because it contains scorpion venom, the iron stick must first be inserted from the tail to release some venom.”

Yeats~

Yeats took out the iron stick that was corroded by the venom, glanced at it, and continued:

“Then cut the scorpion tail along the midline, remove the poison glands inside, and take it out. Set aside part of the scorpion meat.”

“The meat of the manticore is sour and hard, so only the lion bones are suitable for stewing in broth. The lion bone broth can bring out the deliciousness of the scorpion meat and is suitable for cooking. [Manticore Soup]. ”

“As for the remaining scorpion tail meat...use cheese, butter, garlic cloves, olive oil and pepper, you can use it to make [Cheese Baked Manticore Tail]”< br>


Gray: (﹃)

Sounds delicious!

[Manticore Potion] contains a neurotoxin that can make the assassin's adrenaline more active.

Yeats took advantage of this property and neutralized it with herbs, giving Manticore cuisine the ability to stimulate the restoration of the Circle of Life. Half an hour later.

Yeats divided the two dishes into small portions and asked Gray to help carry them to the table.

“You’ve been waiting for a long time!”

The maid pushed the trolley with the dishes on it, and Gray placed the two dishes covered with bell-shaped lids one by one on Phocas. In front of Helga.

"[Manticore Soup] and [Cheese Baked Manticore Tail], please use them with caution!" Gray said with a smile.

The moment he opened the bell-shaped cover, a strange fragrance hit his face, causing Helga to open her eyes slightly.

Look at the two dishes in front of you: the surface of the thick soup is covered with a layer of soft and rich cream, which exudes a slight milk aroma and is also mixed with the aroma of onions, carrots and herbs.

Cheese-baked scorpion tail, the scorpion tail is covered with a layer of golden cheese, the shell is slightly burnt brown, and underneath the cheese is the scorpion tail meat as white as jade.

Helga was shocked.

How could such a terrifying manticore be made into such a delicious and delicious food? !

Helga was deeply entangled, then picked up the knife and fork, forked a piece of scorpion meat mixed with cheese, and tasted it in small bites.

Suddenly.

The blonde lady’s cheeks turned red and her lion ears trembled slightly.

Her pupils were slightly dilated, immersed in the fragrance full of pleasure and satisfaction, and she slowly exhaled a breath of hot breath.

“I can’t believe that the manticore can be so delicious.” Helga praised sincerely, “Lord Yeats is the most powerful chef I have ever seen in my life!”

Clang.

Phocas's spoon fell on the table.

His expression was unbelievable, and the aura on his body gradually rose.

In an instant, the Tree of Life glowed with vitality again, and golden aura surged from Phokas's body, as if he had arrived in the three environments!

The old knight's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were incredulous, and he cast an inquiring look at Yeats on the main seat.

"It seems you have recovered, Phokas." Yeats smiled slightly.

Phokas nodded hard, but saw the silver-haired boy calmly said:

"As long as I am here, it will not be unattainable for you to return to the fourth ring in the future."

Phokas felt his eyes bulge. Somewhat warm, he raised his arms to wipe his eyes, and then thanked Yeats hoarsely.

"There is no need to say thank you between you and me, Phokas." Yeats smiled, "Besides, your improvement in strength will also be of great help to Chenshuang Ridge."< br>
Forkas nodded deeply.

This scene fell in the eyes of Helga, the manticore mercenary group, and she thought secretly:

"Knowing the slightest, if Baron Yeats treats the family knights like this, he will definitely not treat the mercenaries who work for him badly. ...Designing to Morning Frost Ridge in the future can be regarded as a retreat..."

Manticore cuisine helps Phocas return to the third ring.

And Yeats discovered that after eating manticore food, his soul power was also slightly enhanced.

Although it is still too early to reach the third ring road, it is already making rapid progress!

"The day after tomorrow is the Mist Festival."

Yeats secretly thought: "Judging from the plot of the game, there is indeed a lake monster in Loch Ness, but most Mist believers think that the lake monster is fictional and one of their own. Weaving a trick to deceive outsiders..."

"If the lake monster appears at the festival, it will definitely shock a large number of mist believers."

"Based on my understanding of the mist goddess. ..."

"The more confused her followers are, the happier she is!"

(End of this chapter)

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