The next morning, Boom rarely cooked and made a breakfast that he thought was pretty good. Rikka was pulled up by the other party in a daze, but then she shivered for no reason.
"How was your rest Rikka? My brother made these for you, snow crab porridge, chicken cakes, fried bacon, and that cup of flavored milk."
Seeing that Rikka had regained some consciousness, Boom immediately opened the cover while introducing his things. But the so-called "special milk" was mysteriously held in his palm.
"Uh... I have nothing to do anymore. Brother, don't get up so early next time. I'll leave all the cooking to Rikka."
Rikka looked at the large table of breakfast in front of her. She sniffed it with her little nose first, and then turned her head away as if nothing had happened. She saw that there was more crab meat in the snow crab porridge than white porridge, and the chicken cake looked like an eighty-year-old man.
Grandma, if Boom hadn't introduced the bacon, Rikka would have thought it was charcoal.
"Although it doesn't look good, you should try it first. I think it tastes pretty good, at least it won't make you hungry. Hey, Rikka has grown up and started to dislike her brother."
Boom rarely made a joke, and only when he was alone with Rikka did Boom show a trace of innocence. Seeing this, Rikka grinned and reluctantly picked up the spoon.
Ten minutes later, Rikka put down the tableware bitterly. This was the most unpalatable breakfast she had ever eaten, even if it was made by her brother.
"Isn't it good? Do you want to try this cup of 'special milk' again? I promise that Rikka has never tried it before." Boom saw Rikka finishing his breakfast and then pushed the glass in his hand to him. p>
Gudong, Gudong! Rikka frowned and drank the stuff in one gulp. But her eyes widened in an instant, and she looked at Boom with some surprise.
"Brother, what is this? It tastes good. Rikka has never drunk it before." Rikka raised the glass and said expectantly.
The rich milky aroma, the intoxicating dark elf bitter tea, and the right amount of honey syrup. The reason why Boom always holds it in his hand is to keep it warm.
"This is the product of my sudden idea this morning. Tea has a soothing effect, and milk is Rikka's favorite drink. Do you like it? My brother also thinks it tastes good."
Boom saw that Rikka liked it very much, and then he took out a big clay pot from behind. Then the two drank happily, and in the end they were both half-dead.
"From today on, this thing will be called 'milk tea', and besides Rikka, my brother is not allowed to drink it to anyone else!" Rikka pouted her lips and said with a smile. Boom heard this and shook his head with a bitter smile.
But he didn’t dwell too much on this issue.
"Be careful when you go out. Remember to come back before the sun sets. If anything happens, go to Tanya." Boom stood outside the courtyard gate and kept telling Rikka.
The four high-ranking knights bowed and saluted. Rikka waved to Boom sheepishly, then turned around and melted into the crowd. The magic fluorescence in the room lit up again, and Rikka walked towards the mercenary union.
First, the two princes died, then they killed the phosphorescent beetle Nnoitra, and then fought against the Divine Blessing Knight Tanya. Rikka felt that she was very tired during this period of time, so she planned to relax, and the "Rikka Mercenary Group" should also
Accepted the mission.
The mother-in-law mask was attached to the face again, and the hood of the snow bear skin robe covered most of it. The thick wooden door slowly opened, and the noisy sound came instantly.
However, a moment later, Rikka silently turned around and left. It wasn't that there was nothing to take on, but that there was no suitable task for her.
Whether it's catching a thief or looking for a pet, for Rikka, these things are no less than asking a peak powerhouse to serve tea.
The ice field is still inaccessible, and the caravans that occasionally pass by are mostly dilapidated. Rikka walked dejectedly, and finally stopped at a frozen lake.
"What are you doing? If you want to build a ship, you should go to the Forgotten Strait." Rikka looked at the other party curiously, or rather at the huge keel behind the other party.
"Little girl, if you don't want to die, hurry back to the village! This is an ice field, aren't you afraid of being frozen to death?" The man did not look back, he kept calculating and checking the joint between the keel and the ship plate.
"Whatever I ask you, you answer whatever you want. If you want to die, I don't mind making your dream come true." Rikka's expression paused, and then she replied calmly.
"Death is not terrible. What is terrible is a lifetime of inaction. I am just an ordinary person. You can do whatever you want, but don't expect me to be condescending to you."
The man's name was Floki, and he was originally the most famous shipbuilder in the frozen continent. However, due to his weird temperament, he was eventually expelled to the ice field by Ragnar.
But the irony is that all the ships in the frozen continent today are the products of Floki. The sketch he drew many years ago is still the key to leading the ancient continent.
Even many goblins from Alchemy City praised Floki's whimsical ideas. However, the Viking iron law cannot be violated, and Floki can only guard the ice field alone in this life, or leave quietly.
"Are you sick? I just came out to relax today. I can eat dried meat if I want and drink ale if I want." Rikka took the lead and got into the tent without waiting for the other party to stop her.
Although the dry jerky is a bit hard to swallow, for Floki, it is a good thing that he can only taste once a month.
The aroma of ale spread throughout the camp, and Floki kept drinking like a wild beast without any warning. Time passed by, and finally the two of them finished their "lunch", one was burping, and the other was curious.
Looking around.
"There are many things about the ocean. Are you a navigator? Why do you want to live in the ice field?" Rikka picked up a goblin telescope and asked in confusion.
"Little girl, you must not be a Viking, otherwise you should know who I am. But this is better, everything is the guidance of the gods."
"Since I have eaten your food, I will give you this chart. It may be a little inaccurate, but it is far more detailed than other charts."
After Floki said that, he threw a parchment to Rikka. However, Rikka subconsciously shot it down with his backhand, only to find that the surface of the object was dirty.
"I was originally a shipbuilder in the Forgotten Straits, but because I said some disrespectful words to the gods, I was reduced to living on the ice sheet."
"I don't have magic crystals, nor gold coins. But if you plan to leave the frozen continent, or even travel the whole world, then you should keep this chart!"
Floki said very confidently, because this chart is the greatest pride of his life, and it is also the crystallization of all his fantastic ideas.
The wind and snow came again, and there were countless dried meats and ale around Floki, while Rikka floated away with the sea map.
The courtyard door slowly closed, and Boom, who was sitting in the room, frowned and looked at Rikka in disbelief. Finally, Boom smiled, even very wildly.
"Put it away carefully, it is a priceless treasure. Now that we have a world map and a nautical chart, we can't just go where we want to go," Boom said.
"Really! As long as you have these two things, you can go anywhere!" Rikka grabbed the chart, but she couldn't understand the proper nouns.
"How's it going? Do you think you still have a lot to learn? Fortunately, my brother is very familiar with these things. As long as I can eat meat soup tonight, I don't mind teaching Rikka." Boom nodded with a smile, and then
Went into the kitchen with Rikka.
As night fell, the brother and sister spread out two parchments while talking and laughing. Boom patiently explained to each other, while Rikka kept every word in mind.
And Floki, who was guarding the ice sheet alone, was standing under the sky. He was looking up at the stars silently, with some dried meat crumbs remaining at the corner of his mouth, and the wine bottle held in his right hand had already been filled with snow. p>