Crush the dried meat from the troll tribe in the Sun-Chasing Hills, wait until the water boils, then throw the spices from the orc tribe in the Golden Plains into the pot, and finally add a tablespoon of cinnamon powder and salt.<
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"Well, that should be enough. After all, I'm not a picky person, but I think it's far inferior to that little girl Rikka's craftsmanship."
"I haven't cooked meat soup for a long time. Apart from occasionally baking something, I have devoted all my energy to cultivation."
I saw that Boom was no longer drunk that day, but cooked the meat soup with his own hands. Even though he had never cooked in recent years, he was still very skilled.
After all, he has an almost obsessive preference for meat soup. After all, it was the best food he could eat when he was an orphan in Aogu King City.
Therefore, even though he has tasted all kinds of delicacies in this world, and even roasted the Kraken Kraken during the Third Holy War, deep in his heart, he still prefers a bowl of mediocre food.
Unusual meat soup.
"Although the little girl Gloria has really put in a lot of effort into the sea of flowers on the fifth floor of the necropolis of Philecht Nalandis, at least I can't find any faults."
"But I still feel that this place is what I remember. After all, this was the last haven for me and Rikka, and it was also the birthplace of Gloria and Perseus."
"Although everything is an illusion, since I have come, I will enjoy this sea of flowers and this tranquility for the last time."
After finishing the last bowl of meat soup, Boom slowly put down the porcelain bowl and spoke softly. At some point, his consciousness space changed again. After a period of distortion, it finally settled into the dimension of Rikka's belly.
What space looks like.
However, Boom also understands that this may be the last time he steps into the sea of flowers in his memory. You must know that the soul contract between him and the little girl has been terminated, which means that he is no longer qualified to step into the dimensional space in the other person's belly.
, even if Rikka, the master, allows it, it won’t work.
Fortunately, there is the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis now, and Boom has no intention of hiding in the dimensional space in Rikka's belly to avoid any risks.
This is also one of the reasons why he has been practicing hard so far. He hopes that one day in the future, when any danger comes, he can protect the little girl and every companion with his own hands.
"The temperature of the water is still unbearable, but this ancient tree looks like it has been baptized by time on the surface, but in fact it is far less than one ten thousandth of the hanging tree."
"If the 'Stone Throne' lacks a monarch, what is the significance of its continued existence? It seems that no matter how vivid the memory is, it is still not as good as seeing it with your own eyes."
"Also, you guys are too much of an eyesore. If that little girl Rikka knew that there were rubbish like you in her dimension, there would probably be no more 'ancient ferocious beasts' in this world."<
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Boom withdrew his right hand and said with a smile. The pond water was still bitingly cold, but the hanging tree that was supposed to be transformed by Perseus now seemed to have no spirituality.
Once upon a time, Gloria, who was in a blood cocoon, was the owner of the "Stone Throne", but the day she emerged from the cocoon, her "Stone Throne" also collapsed.
After initially seeing the surrounding scene clearly, Boom thought it was worth wasting so much time. However, after taking a closer look, he found that this place was completely different from the dimensional space in Rikka's belly, or that it was similar in appearance but not in spirit.
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However, even so, Boom still chose to walk into the small yard and immediately began to sort out the phantom objects. From the familiar dried meat, to the dazzling dragon crystals, to firewood, rice, oil and salt, bottles and jars.
"Although everything here is very unreal, I am very convinced that even in the real dimensional space, this thing still exists today."
"After all, that was my first birthday gift to Rikka. The little girl cherishes it so much that she rarely shows it off."
Playing with a steel knife worth only a dozen silver coins, a touch of tenderness appeared in Boom's eyes. Then he began to sort out the debris in the dimensional space, as if he had returned to decades ago, to a place he was still trying to touch.
The years on the threshold of the pinnacle.
The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, but Boom was sitting in his room at the moment, drinking ale and looking through the magic journal that had been out of date for decades.
It's a pity that now he is no longer a half-way magician, no longer the incompetent person who can only rely on Rikka. At the same time, Kurokihana has also changed his form, and the gray hemp hood has been replaced by a black robe. Time passed by, and Boom flipped through the books that An Xie had long known by heart, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised at some point.
He forgot all his companions, even Rikka. It was the pleasure of simply enjoying the pain of training, and it was the first time in Boom's life that he looked at his own glory.
"Actually, if you take away my sense of responsibility, I can actually be considered an outstanding magician."
"The unique space system great mage, who has also practiced to the peak level and possesses self-created spells. If this cannot be recognized by the world, then who else can be called a strong one?"
"The funny thing is, my reputation outside seems to be very bad. According to Hastur, some people even privately call me a pug that only wag its tail and beg for mercy from its companions, only shrinking behind its companions, and always living in the six shadows.
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"As I said, as long as it doesn't threaten me and my six companions, then just go ahead. On the other hand, if anyone has malicious intentions, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'm really curious. The first one to be killed
Who is it that pierced the heart of Mimicry Array - Spear of Purgatory? Is it some kind of ancient ferocious beast, or which monarch?"
Boom closed the book and lay quietly on the wooden bed, feeling a touch he had not experienced in many years. He suddenly felt a little ridiculous, ridiculous about those guys who were still questioning him, and ridiculous about what the other party could do. p>
Taking a step back, no matter how bad you are, you will still have at least six powerful companions to protect you. Then what benefits can you gain except irritating yourself if the other party talks so harshly?
Boom smiled bitterly and shook his head. Boom understood the mood of those people very well. After all, he was once a member of the other camp. It was a symptom called "jealousy". No matter how he lived, he was more happy to let others get in trouble.
The bad taste of suffering.
Boom was once a poor man, and he was still the kind of poor man who lived at the bottom of the class. Not to mention yearning for any beautiful things, even three meals a day could not satisfy him.
In that kind of living environment, Boom naturally felt that everything was gray, which was the most depressing dark cloud before the rainstorm, and the desolation after the autumn wind passed by.
He subconsciously reached out, but he didn't pull the familiar bearskin blanket, nor did he hear the little girl's evil smile. He slowly closed his eyes, but Boom felt a little tired. He had no interest in continuing to be in the fantasy.
In other words, I don’t want to waste time anymore.
However, Boom does not know how to return to the real world, and is curious about the meaning of the twelve monster lords who are always floating in the air.
Now he has completely lost the idea of understanding any self-created magic. On the contrary, he feels that his idea is too ridiculous, so ridiculous that he can't sleep.