Anyway, the old man shouldn’t have to worry. (Pallez sneered, but seeing that Leonard’s thinking and reasoning were very good this time, he reluctantly didn’t sneer)

"I remember the file said that Melissa was a girl who was reluctant to buy books or new clothes."

Leonard compared the tickets back and forth, returned them to Sost, and thought with great emotion: "I heard that she was admitted to Backlund Technical University, and Mr. Benson Moretti was also admitted to the new enrollment expansion policy.

Government employee, that's great, Klein would be very happy if he knew about it, right?"

"So we should protect them even more." Sost drew a red moon on his chest, "Praise the goddess."

"Praise the goddess."

"But, Leonard, your cold is not over yet? An Extraordinary at your level should hardly get sick. Or are you still not used to the air in Backlund?"

"Ah... well..."

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The throat of the prey was slit, and the black and white fur and the ground were stained red by splatters of blood. The black-edged paratrooper knife skillfully peeled off the skin and bones, and the hare that was still alive and kicking about half a minute ago was eaten in just three strokes.

Turned into scarlet raw flesh.

Traynor was sitting leisurely in his camping ground preparing himself a late New Year's Eve dinner. It was not a trouble for the hunter to escape from his pursuers in the jungle. Even if it was an unfamiliar jungle, he even had the ability to escape them after getting rid of them.

Go back and kill them all.

Someone from the Council, someone from the Sauron family—a stranger, not a familiar relative, so there shouldn’t be much loss if they die. There was also someone from the Church of the Eternal Sun, who wanted to call the bishop who was leading the team, but didn’t, because he looked so

She was as fair and fair as a rabbit, but he wiped her neck like a butchered rabbit.

Burying the body, feeding the spirit to the cat, taking away the extraordinary characteristics, using leaves to erase the footprints and traces of the battle, the hunter did it perfectly and unhurriedly, and still had enough time to catch a rabbit on the way back.

His hand with the knife was very steady. He skillfully dismembered the rabbit and put it on wooden branches and put it on the simple grill while humming a song and adjusting the heat. He sat and stirred the fish in the pot conscientiously.

Tang's Turing listened for a long time and realized that the tune was a cheerful concerto that was recently popular in Intis.

Riel also jumped out from his shadow, waiting for his share.

The environment in the southern continent's jungle is hot and humid, but none of the creatures or mythical creatures present feel uncomfortable.

Traynor's slightly curly hair was slightly wet by the water vapor in the jungle, and it stuck to his forehead in a rare and soft manner. His shirt was also soaked, and it outlined the beautiful muscle lines. He was finally satisfied after taking apart the entire rabbit.

He breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand before he put down the knife. A touch of red suddenly appeared on his face.

He didn't seem to notice it, or even if he did, he wouldn't take any action.

Riel suddenly stood up and stretched out his claws to pull out something from the spirit world - a long box with a hint of air-conditioning. Traynor didn't remember that he had brought such a thing, and there was a handwritten note on the box.

Instructions, one person and one cat head next to each other read the words on it:

"Product introduction: Edible genetically modified freshwater fish, independently developed by Frank Lee, is of epoch-making significance. Adhering to the belief of 'taking from natural raw materials and giving top-notch flavor', we will continue to provide high-quality food to the majority of food explorers

Seasoning solutions.

Scope of application: Food explorers who have high requirements for their own diet and dare to try new things."

"I have a bad feeling about it," Traynor said. "Things usually look weird when you say that."

There was a thin layer of ice in the box, and a large fish about the length of an adult's forearm was placed in it. Riel accepted the fish well, and then looked down:

"Characteristic description: 1. More delicate meat texture than the original variety."

"2. The blood contains the flavor of Intis red wine and can be fried and eaten with fish."

"3. Fish bones and internal organs will melt at sustained high temperatures exceeding 50 degrees. It is recommended to boil them in water to enhance their freshness."

"4. Cultivation by cultivators and extraordinary ones contains rich spirituality."

Trainor: "?"

Traynor: "I don't want to eat it, just take it down quickly."

Riel: "This is sent to you by Your Majesty." Of course, there is only one person in its mouth: Your Majesty. It turned the note over, pointed to a line of words on it and said, "Not only must you eat, but you must also write no less than

Three hundred words of dining experience.”

Traynor was speechless and choked for a while, and finally lowered his head in fear of power, took the fish with a complicated expression and began to handle it.

A similar situation also occurred in the Aurora Society.

Facing a big fish brought by the Dark Saint, several devout believers first knelt down and prayed with tears of gratitude for a while, then stood up and gathered around the fish to discuss how to enjoy this "holy meal".

Mr. Z thought for two seconds: "We can follow the instructions, one portion of fish and one bowl of fish soup per person. If it doesn't suit your taste, just try seasoning it yourself, and then everyone can write down their own thoughts."

New products require user feedback, and the true creator thinks that if the three of them can put together a clear and logical reflection, it will be considered a success, but he has forgotten that since his raving has become less harsh, the mental state of the Aurora Society has gradually improved.

After recovering from his injuries, he left and came back before the New Year to attend last night's New Year's Eve ceremony. Mr.

The instruction manual says that fish blood and fish meat have the flavor of red wine, so why not eat it directly and use the fish bones and fish heads and offal to make soup with it."

Mr. A's spirit improved, but his thoughts returned to his original nature. He said loudly: "Just eat it!"

The three of them discussed in whispers for a while, and finally reached a consensus on making soup. Then because the three of them had conflicting views, they had to divide the fish into three parts. The Dark Saint also followed suit: "Then each of you will write one.

Your reflections should not be less than 300 words."

X, who brought the table and cutlery, asked in a strange way: "Your Excellency, does this count as meritorious service?"

A cursed: "You still want merit for God's Holy Communion, but you can give me the brain you don't want!"

Dark Saint: "Forget it."

Three people: "!"

The white paper originally used to write down the reflections was replaced by a manuscript paper, and an undercurrent immediately surged between the three of them. Z and

A. Treat each other as their biggest enemies.

TBC

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We’re off to fight the Hollow Knight. There’s still a hundred years until we get out of the first chapter of the map.
Chapter completed!