"Good morning, Sister Rikka, why don't you go shopping today? I want you to bring something back." The courtyard door opposite slowly opened, and the dark elf woman said with a smile.
"Hello sister Christine, if you want to buy anything, I'll just go to the market area in a minute." Rikka stopped the broom, raised her head and replied.
After getting along for more than half a month, Boom, Rikka, and the dark elf woman named Christine have become friends.
At least in the minds of both parties, there are no longer those thoughts of swords against each other. Boom even visited the other party many times to ask for advice on magic doubts.
I have to say that Christine, who has lived for more than three hundred years, is indeed a great mage. No matter how outrageous questions Boom asks, she can answer them without hesitation.
Naturally, Rikka's name for Christine changed from "Old Witch" to "Big Sister". But the reason was not at all what Boom imagined.
Christine is a woman, and she is an extremely shrewd woman. She could not see Rikka's little thoughts, so after one sentence, the two settled their differences.
"Little girl, I have no interest in Boom. This kind of stupid green is not delicious, and my sister's teeth are not good." Christine whispered to Rikka one morning.
From that day on, Rikka would cook an extra portion every day. This was not only a thank you for taking care of Boom, but also a silent response.
"This book "Magic Operation Rules" is what Boom needs. Also, if you have nothing to do today, you can come to me." Christine blinked and said mysteriously.
The bacon and fried eggs exuded the burnt aroma. Boom was reading a book while eating breakfast. Rikka was thinking about her schedule today.
There are still a lot of gold coins, and the magic crystal is enough for Boom to practice. Since there is no need to take risks, just stay in the High Court to avoid trouble.
"Brother, what are you planning to do today?" Rikka knocked on the dinner plate to signal Boom not to just read.
"Huh? I can practice at home. I would like to go to the palace for a walk, but no one is allowed in." Boom was startled, and then replied.
"That person will be going out soon. Brother, please stay at home and don't get into trouble." Rikka threw a piece of sausage into the air and then caught it with her mouth.
"You should worry more about yourself, and these are not toys." Boom scolded softly with a straight face. In Boom's heart, food is for eating, and it is the most important thing to survive. p>
The courtyard door closed and opened, and Rikka walked into Christine's place. There was no trace of dust in the clean space, and the faint fragrance never dissipated.
If measured by the standards here, the place where Boom and Rikka live is an extremely dirty pigsty. And it is also the kind that is neglected to clean.
"Sister Christine, we are here, what are you doing today?" Rikka said as she walked into the house in the middle.
But the moment she pushed the door open and entered, Rikka was dumbfounded. With a suspicious look on her face, Rikka looked at Christine, or rather at the huge wooden basin.
"Here? Then you want to wash your hands, remember, you must wash them!" Christine did not raise her head, still fiddling with something.
Returning again, Rikka stood beside the other party, looking around curiously. She didn't know why the other party suddenly made so much rice, and was kneading it into small dumplings.
"Have you learned how to wash your hands every ten dumplings?" Christine stopped and looked at Rikka with a smile.
"No problem, but what are these rice balls for? Isn't it intended to be given to the poor?" Rikka asked while kneading the rice balls.
Time passed by minute by second, and after two hours, the rice balls on the table piled up into a small mountain. Rikka shook her arms, regretting her decision very much.
"This is salt water. Rinse your mouth with it, then put a rice ball in your mouth and chew it. Remember, just chew it, don't swallow it."
After Kristine said that, she took a small sip of salt water, spit it out, and then started chewing a small rice ball.
At this time, Rikka no longer cares about the reason for doing this. Anyway, she is unlucky today. If she had known better, she might as well have watched Boom practice.
"Chew it as finely as possible, then spit it into the clay pot, and repeat until the pot is half full." Christine looked up at Rikka, her expression becoming increasingly weird.
At noon, Rikka rubbed her chin and slumped down in a chair. The three clay pots in front of her were filled with vomit.
I saw Christine tearing off a few pieces of oilcloth with a smile, and sealing the clay pots one by one with a very skillful technique. After everything was done, she slowly revealed the truth.
Chewing wine is an extremely rare thing that only dark elf women can brew. It is an important half of every dark elf woman, and it is also a part of her soul, or the link between gods and reality.
The chewing wine brewed by the dark elf woman requires first cleaning the mouth with salt water, and then the fresh rice balls can be chewed. The last step is to spit them into the container.
After half a year of fermentation, the wine is unsealed and can be considered a real good wine. And during this period, the ambient temperature must always remain consistent. The colder the climate, the slower the fermentation time.
In the Whispering Forest where the dark elves live, only women can brew chewing wine. This is a custom and an extremely private matter.
Legend has it that if a loved one drinks these chewing wines, the two can grow old together. No matter life or death, rich or poor, smooth or rough.
Therefore, every dark elf woman will make the chewing wine with her own hands before getting married. And after becoming a wife, she will only serve the chewing wine for her husband.
For those boys and girls who are still in ignorant love, chewing wine is the proof of love and the highest commitment each other makes to each other.
Christine spoke eloquently, and after finishing everything, she stopped speaking. She looked at Rikka with a half-smile, as if she had seen her former self.
However, Rikka's face was already crimson at this time. No matter how slow she was, how could she not know what the other party meant? This was the chewing wine brewed by herself, and it was a precious promise to her lover.
"Then...then we have to wait at least half a year!" After Rikka said these words, even she could feel the embarrassment in her words.
"I'm a magician, and I'm quite powerful. How about using magic power to create a pot first? You take it back and taste it first!"
Christine slowly raised her hand and saw that after a burst of fluorescent light, the one in the middle of the three pots was brewing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This pot of chewing wine is just a product of the birth. I hope you can catch love with your own hands, because only the long years are the only criterion to verify it."
Not long after, Rikka put the other two pottery pots into the dimensional space. In her hands, she carefully held the jar filled with chewing wine.
Christine continues to make her own chewing wine, and she doesn’t know who will end up with these things.
When Boom saw Rikka coming back, he immediately stopped practicing. He was curious about the clay jar, and before Rikka could explain, he put his nose in it.
"Huh? What kind of wine is this? Did you buy it for me?" Boom asked with a smile while smacking his lips.
"Well... why don't you, brother, stop drinking? These... these drinks may not be what brother likes." Rikka lowered her head and her voice was as quiet as a mosquito.
Gudong! Gudong! The unaware Boom drank half the bottle and immediately praised it. Although it looked like slurry, it tasted sweet and sour.
"Um... Sister Christine actually taught me to make this wine. It's actually..." Rikka finally confessed about chewing wine, but she didn't mention a word about the legend of love. p>
"You mean what I drank was actually your saliva?" Boom was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head in confusion.
"Ah! I'm sorry! If my brother doesn't like it, I'll just stop doing it in the future." Tears welled up in her eyes, and Rikka wanted to run away and run to a place where no one could find her.
"It's very delicious. Make more for me if you have time. You are my sister, how can I dislike you." Boom said and filled the wine glass again.
It was night, Boom continued to practice magic, and the clay pot was empty. Rikka fell asleep early tonight, or to be precise, she entered the dimensional space.
Countless small rice balls were piled in front of her eyes, and Rikka kept chewing them with a smile. Even a fool could guess what she was thinking right now.