It is said that the emperor's security system is quite powerful.
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 24th, 12:08——
"That one over there! Stop it!"
Jaina rushed over and held down the lid of the pot, then glared fiercely at the chef who almost opened it.
"I just want to see if it's cooked..." The Nord chef retracted his hand and explained in a lower and lower voice.
"You don't just want to 'see', you also want to 'taste', right?" Gianna confirmed the seal of the pot lid and continued to say to the chef and the other assistant chefs who had their attention: "You are going to let me say
How many times? If you can’t understand what I’m doing, don’t change the steps I told you!”
The chefs nodded one after another, but it was obvious from their expressions that they didn't take it seriously.
"I'm telling you——" "Ugh——"
Before she could continue, the pot suddenly began to make a whistling sound, and the chef who was about to open it took a few steps back with surprise on his face.
"If you had opened it just now, it would have been like being hit by a big fireball." Jaina removed the pot from the fire and turned on a metal mechanism on it. The scream suddenly turned into a puff of air.
Voice: "It doesn't matter if you die, if you ruin His Majesty the Emperor's banquet, no one present will be able to escape!"
This time, she finally felt sincerity from the agreement and nods from the kitchen helpers.
——12:15——
Jaina is a blonde, blue-eyed, not too tall, and slightly plump imperial woman.
As the palace cook who followed the emperor from the Imperial Capital Province, she was responsible for preparing all meals for the emperor during his stay in Skyrim Province.
She felt something bad when she was reading the Skyrim Cooking Guide on the ship. When she arrived at the kitchen in Solitude, she almost collapsed when she found that the only cooking tools were a grill and a soup pot.
In this cold north, oil is an important commodity. It is a luxury to use it for frying occasionally. It is a complete waste to fry. No wonder most of the operations in those recipes only involve boiling and baking.
However, His Majesty the Emperor is going to entertain all the nobles in Dugu City at Dur Castle today. Wouldn't they be looked down upon if they were allowed to eat the same old food?
After more than half a day of preparation, and even asking Sharp-Eyed Eagle for help, we finally found the solution - using those dwarf utensils in the museum.
The material called "dwarf metal" conducts heat very well and heats evenly. There are also devices like steamers and pressure cookers, which make most cooking methods possible. As for their age and original use,
Question...just ignore it.
Time returns to the present. Although the chefs in Skyrim Province who were ordered to help these chefs are very adventurous or seeking death, at least they are quite skillful in completing their own jobs. All kinds of imperial-style food are constantly being sent to banquets.
In the hall, Jaina even vaguely heard the exclamations and praises of the nobles.
"Next, the last dish is 'Excellent Soup,'" Gianna said to herself in the kitchen where only one person was left, flipping through the recipes and throwing the ingredients into the soup pot: "Four cups of chicken soup, four cups of beef
Soup, two cups of butter, one jug of flour, one cup of diced carrots, half a cup of diced onions... Is this a recipe created by a 'gourmet' in his drunken state!"
"That's just soup base." A young woman's voice sounded.
"I see... No, who are you? How did you get in?" Jaina turned around suddenly and picked up a dwarf pan.
"I am a 'foodie', and you invited me here." The woman showed an invitation. She was wearing a chef's hat and a wide apron. She had the same blond hair and blue eyes, but she was obviously more beautiful than Gianna.
A bit more temperamental.
"Oh, okay," Gianna took the invitation and confirmed it, feeling a little reassured: "As a 'foodie' who rarely shows her true face and whose whereabouts are a mystery, it is indeed very likely that she is a beautiful woman. Of course, it is also possible that she is a beautiful woman.
Orcs, haha.”
Since she walked in swaggeringly wearing this outfit, it proved that the guards outside had verified her identity.
"So, how are you going to perfect this soup?" "Gourmet" ignored her cold joke and stood at the door with his arms folded, not too close to Gianna and the soup pot: "According to my design, it should be based on
Add three to four more ingredients according to the taste and habits of the diners."
"Let me think about it, after all, this soup is a representative of Skyrim Province's food, so it should include local specialties, such as three-tusked walrus steak?" Jaina looked at the gourmet, but the other party just nodded slightly and did not comment.
"This means there is too much meat. Should we use wine to remove the fishy smell, and then add some mead?" After Jaina threw a few steaks into the pot, her eyes wandered around the wine cabinet.
"My personal suggestion is not to use black thorn mead. There are some problems with their production process." The gourmet said.
Ah, indeed, Blackthorn Mead caused Skouma problems not long ago, and Snowman Mead is now semi-official... Jaina took out a bottle of mead and poured it into the pot.
"I really didn't expect that I would make such a big pot of 'Skyrim-style' soup," Jaina smelled the gradually wafting aroma and shook her head: "So, what should be the last one?"
She would probably say that cabbage, potatoes or green onions can absorb the overly strong flavor.
"Donut."
"Oh...what!"
Jaina looked up in shock, only to see the leaving figure of "Gourmet".
Although donuts can indeed absorb strong flavors, how can they be put in soup? No, it seems that some people do like to soak bread-like things in soup before eating them, but that is just a custom in Tianrim...ah, it turns out
So, in addition to the ingredients, are eating customs also taken into consideration? He is indeed a "gourmet".
However, after she came in, she didn't even take a step closer to the ingredients. She just said a few words. She shouldn't have to check all the ingredients again, right?
Jaina thought as she threw a few donuts into the pot.
——12:51——
The banquet held in Dur Castle was coming to an end. The food from Cyrodiil Province was well received by the nobles from all over Skyrim. They saw that the last soup was a traditional Skyrim recipe, and they were even more impressed by the emperor's effortless handling method.
"Everyone," the emperor wearing a crown, red robe and cloak raised his glass: "I, Uriel Septim II, come for peace!"
Bang bang bang... Except for those who had something in their hands, most of the nobles began to applaud. Of course, it was peace. As for whether it was a peace won by force or a peace of mutual compromise, and even the empire finally decided to abandon Skyrim Province, for the local nobles
, that’s all peace.
"Ah, donut," the emperor took out a soft donut from the soup bowl: "I want to apologize to everyone in Dugu City on Emilia's behalf. The guards often said 'let'
Let me guess, your donuts being stolen had a lot to do with her."
The nobles laughed in good faith and tried to persuade them, but they did not dare to go too far. After all, the emperor came all the way to kill the princess because of her disappearance. Although it was mainly because the princess liked to run around, they had no responsibility at all.
,That is impossible.
The emperor ate the donut with a smile on his face, and made a special expression saying "it tastes good", and then his eyes went straight in his eyes the next moment.
The nobles were horrified, and when a few brave ones were about to send guards up to observe, His Majesty the Emperor breathed his last breath.
"It's delicious," the emperor patted his chest: "But it's too sweet..."
"Pfft..." "Hahaha..." "You are so funny..." "Let me try...well, it is indeed a bit."
His Majesty the Emperor is playing tricks in person, why are you still standing there? Laughing.
——12:51——
"How is this possible?" Astrid exclaimed in low voice.
Since the cargo ship carrying the emperor's personal expenses was guarded by blade warriors, Ironbjorn returned without success. Although it was not impossible to defeat them, if the method was too strong, the opponent would judge him as "a daring little thief who wanted to steal the emperor."
If you are an "assassin who wants to kill the emperor," your next action will be half a failure.
This time, taking advantage of the emperor's grand banquet, where it was impossible to produce all the ingredients himself, Astrid stole an invitation letter sent to a "gourmet" and successfully sneaked into the kitchen, attracting the chef's attention.
, and asked Einbjörn to mix the donuts containing galingan fragments into the emperor's soup. The soup tasted perfectly fine, and people who tested the poison would naturally not take a bite of the complete donuts.
As for the "Gourmet" himself? He should still be mourning the fall of "Malaketh" in the orc fortress.
Maybe there was an accident that caused the donut to be assigned to someone else? But the plan has not failed yet, and there is still a chance to remedy it, as long as some unlucky guy gets poisoned and dies——
Astrid leapt across the beams of the banquet hall and quietly arrived directly above the emperor's seat.
Just like most lords, the main seat of the banquet hall is very close to the wall, and there are also skull specimens of various prey hanging on it. Currently, the most intimidating one is Xueman's giant dragon skull, although there are now giant skulls everywhere.
Dragons are being resurrected, but almost no lord has any plans to go hunting and expand their collection.
Astrid found an elven bow on the beam, and silently opened the bow and aimed an arrow at the troll head among the specimens.
The inside of the head has been replaced with stone in advance, and the only contact with the wall is a rope that is strong and resistant to stretching, but has no resistance to cutting. As long as I shoot it with my arrow, not only will the emperor be
If smashed to death, the murderer will also be pushed onto the Thalmor.
Tsk - Duo!
The elf arrow broke the rope very smoothly, but as soon as the stone head started to fall, it was shot out by a slanting stab, and the giant sword that was twice as wide as an ordinary person was silently chopped into pieces.
, even the powder was completely annihilated.
Astrid looked at the owner of the sword in surprise.
It was a young woman with beautiful and sharp eyebrows, purple hair and purple eyes, long hair, and a blue crystal bow on her head. She was wearing a purple armor with a gauze skirt and the same style of gauntlets and boots.
The whole body is also accompanied by magical runes that appear and disappear.
"Hey," she said in a voice that only two people could hear: "You can choose to run away or fight, but as long as you make a sound for the old man below to hear, you will only die."
The former leader of the Blades and current commander of the Sharp-Eyed Hawks, "The Lord of Slaughter" Tuka Yagemi.
As soon as he recognized the other person, Astrid turned and left.
