If a troll were to taste the food in Tianji Province, it would still be very appetizing. After all, even rotten meat could be eaten. Lu Zhengkang was already very indifferent to the pursuit of appetite, but he knew in his heart that this was not him.
Approved deliciousness.
Everyone has a deep taste system in their memory, which is often included in their inheritance. Naturally, Lu Zhengkang also has it, and there are many.
Sitting in the tavern room, Lu Zhengkang chewed the roasted lamb that was burnt on the outside and dry on the inside, turning the pages of a book with one hand.
This is an introductory book on Common Language, an enlightenment-level reference book. He flipped through it very quickly, reading ten lines at a glance. Jonas held the wooden soup bowl in his hand, put his mouth to the edge of the bowl and sipped gently, his posture a little slumped.
, there are faint dark circles under the eyes, and a pair of brown eyes are full of joy.
Lu Zhengkang read it again. Since there was no teacher to teach the pronunciation, he just relied on guesswork to identify it.
This kind of book is very rough, the content is very uninformative, and there is not even a phonetic symbol, which will definitely make learners miserable.
What's more interesting is that Lu Zhengkang saw a lot of Jonas's own annotations, which use simple sentences to describe the meaning of words, which is a very useful learning method.
The pile of books that Jonas prepared for Lu Zhengkang are all good things. Although there are only three spell books, the rest are some linguistics books, simple history, spell overviews, etc., but they are all high-quality goods with dense information.
"Frostbite" is a destruction-type book that sprays air-conditioning.
A transformation-based "Boundary Technique" that creates a magic-protecting light shield, a must-have for mages to fight each other.
This is a restorative book called "Healing". It can heal injuries and illnesses... but it can't really be cured, but it can make you insist on going to the temple and praying on your own. Generally speaking, the Holy Spirit will heal you.
Lu Zhengkang was quite satisfied with the three-piece set for magic beginners. Then he rubbed his nose through a face towel and it felt a little itchy.
"Don't you like it, sir?"
"I like it very much. Have you not had a good rest recently?"
"How is that possible? I sleep soundly every day."
In fact, Jonas helps his senior brothers and sisters every day, runs errands for the mages, and is so busy that he studies on his own at night, staying up late to work hard.
"Go to sleep for a while. When you wake up, I'll see if your swordsmanship has improved."
The smile on the Brighton boy's face froze.
"Of course progress will be made..."
"That's good!"
It's over.
Next, Jonas finished the soup stiffly, and then lay stiffly on the bed with his head facing inward, motionless under the suspicious eyes of the troll man.
It's really over.
He felt like he was going to the execution ground.
If you are too preoccupied with studying and forget to practice martial arts, won't your secret be exposed now?
The wood on the wall has oily patterns, and the stubble on the edge after being split by an ax is sharp and dazzling. There is darkness hidden in the gap between the two boards, like shadows stuffed in like mud. The dim light and shadow are swaying, covering the room.
In every room in Akatsuki’s tavern
They were all closed with noisy and soft murmurs, and the madness was mixed up in the wine bottles and wood and stone flames. Everything became warm and comfortable. The shadow of the troll was a huge and thick lump on the wall, stretched and bent.
, this kind of scenery is actually pretty good.
Jonas comforted himself, even if he was angry, he would never break my legs...
Then he fell asleep peacefully.
When he woke up, two bowls of soup and two steaks were placed on the table.
Refreshing tomato and egg drop soup, with yellow wrinkled green onions and a little chopped pickled root floating on top.
The meat steak is cut, and the juice is dripping. A little sauce is poured on it. The brown-red sauce takes root along the gaps in the meat.
"Eat, when you're full, go out and practice."
Jonas nodded slowly, his expression both happy and painful.
"Stop making faces and eat well."
“So delicious!”
"I know."
"Sir, did you do this?"
"Um."
"That's how awesome you are, sir!"
"It's usually so powerful."
Lu Zhengkang finished his portion and silently put down the knife and wooden fork in his hand.
The taste is naturally good, but the materials and tools are really poor. The finished product is not the same as the taste in memory.
The hotel owner watched the entire production process, and he can do it himself now. The owner is of course a kind person, and will always reserve a room for Lu Zhengkang in the hotel in the future, free of charge and valid for life.
By the time the troll man led Jonas out, there were already many customers enjoying the juicy steaks. They were not used to drinking light soup. Whatever, the difference in diet structure is a very common phenomenon. The boss cheered: "The gourmets are here.
!”
Everyone applauded and cheered for Lu Zhengkang, then toasted, and then started a new day of hustle and bustle. The whole process was to find any excuse, everyone had fun, and started drinking drunkenly.
Interesting, the troll muttered, "Let's go."
Leaving Winterfort, looking around, the road faces north and south. To the west are steep cliffs and the Sea of the Dead, and to the east are mountains. Winterfort is actually located on the mountainside, with a high altitude. It is difficult to imagine the extent of the tsunami that destroyed this place.
What a momentum that lifts the sky and strikes the earth.
"Run for a while to warm up." The troll man walked lightly and rushed into the snow in two or three steps. Jonas gritted his teeth and started running too.
Lu Zhengkang also taught him how to adjust his breathing and pace, and how to deal with rugged terrain. Many things may not be useful, but it must be said that accumulation is always a process.
After running slowly for a few miles, Jonas was sweating all over his body, completely resisting the bone-chilling chill. Just as Lu Zhengkang was about to stop, a big snow-white bear came out of the mountain road ahead.
"Good fellow, you are seeking death." Lu Zhengkang took off the giant axe, threw the bearskin behind his back to Jonas to keep warm, grabbed the ax handle and rushed over.
The troll man's hood fluttered in the wind, revealing his three ferocious eyes. The cold and vicious murderous aura was born with him. The white bear had just woken up from hibernation, was starving and mad, otherwise he would not be bold enough to fight with this man.
Like a strong person provoking.
As expected, the white bear was so hungry that its stomach was ripped open as soon as it came into contact with him.
The taste of killing made Lu Zhengkang feel extremely calm.
"Sir is really awesome."
"I know."
Looking to the right, there is indeed a mountain pass that leads to the higher slopes, and a majestic arch reveals a huge shadow in the wind and snow.
The tavern said that there is an altar nearby. Many tourists from out of town come here, either for the College of Winterhold or for the altar.
"I know this place, the Altar of Azula!"
Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes, I remember that too.
Azula, one of the demon gods, has many titles, the most famous of which is Lord of Dusk and Dawn.
Also, the emergence of the Dark Elf clan was precisely because Azula was angered by the actions of their predecessors when they turned into elves, and thus cursed them into what they are today.
