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Chapter 13 Recipes

Chapter 13 Recipe

"The gun and gunpowder for the Galli Type III standard matchlock gun, and the matching gun and gunpowder for my father's short blunderbuss," Erikson said.

Virikro's father, Kubelik, served as a soldier for fifteen years and was promoted to a citizen. When he retired and returned home, he could legally own firearms. This Galli Type III standard musket was his weapon when he was a soldier, and he could take it with him when he retired.

, this is also one of the benefits for retired military personnel.

"Gali type III standard matchlock gun, this is an old-fashioned musket, the gun is No. 2, and the gunpowder is standard dry powder No. 1. Your father's short arquebus is a marine type matchlock gun, the gun is No. 7 small ammunition, and the matching gunpowder

It’s egg white powder. Well, Ike, how much do you need?”

"Boa, come on, take out the list and see what you can buy." Erikson turned around and called Boca.

The traveler has never seen a musket in this world, so he is a little curious: "Ike, aren't the guns and gunpowder of this musket universal? Why are there various models?"

"The size of the musket muzzle will determine the size of the gun. If the same gunpowder is used for the size of the gun, the length of the shooting range will be different, so the ratio of gunpowder will also be different. In addition, the muskets used on ships will be different.

And artillery, in order to prevent moisture and strong winds, egg white needs to be added to the gunpowder powder. Generally speaking, ship-type egg white gunpowder powder is half the price of standard dry gunpowder powder."

The person who answered Claude was Verricro, who was the firearms expert among the four companions. It seems that his father taught him how to fire a matchlock when he was eleven or twelve years old.

"Okay, I'll leave the purchasing here to Boa. Let's go take a look at the shelves over there. Those things were all collected by the former grocery store from sailors and merchants. Last time I took a fancy to a black wooden mask.

I wanted to take it back and hang it on the wall as a decoration, but unfortunately I didn't have enough money, so it was bought by someone within a few days." Erikson said it was a pity as he pulled Claude towards the rows of wooden trellises on the wall.

said.

The things on the wooden trellis were very messy, with wooden bowls, pottery bottles, stone carvings, bracelets, daggers, etc. mixed together. Claude also saw a bronze helmet with a blue-gray rattan unicorn placed next to it.

Toy bar... There is also a strange-looking obsidian stone axe. I don't know which sailor got it from which indigenous tribe and sold it to the grocery store in exchange for wine...

The sculptures of these pirate dolls are pretty good. They should have been carved by the sailors when they were bored during the voyage. I will ask about the price later. If it is not expensive, you can buy it and give it to the little chubby boy at home as a toy. Well, this is

What?

There was a folder-sized book on the bottom layer of the wooden grid. The dark brown cover seemed to be made of leather. Claude reached out and touched it. It was indeed made of leather, but it was covered with a thin film.

A layer of ash.

This shouldn't be a book. It's not that thin. There are only about ten pages. But the paper seems to be vellum, thick brown and yellow, much thicker than the papyrus made of lantern grass. There are five pages on the top of each page.

Six pages in, I pinched the edges with my fingernails, and they seemed to be a little elastic.

Claude became interested and picked up this folder-sized leather book. It was a bit heavy and felt very weighty. He blew the dust off the cover first, and then slowly opened it, ready to read what was written inside.

What is...

Three potatoes... um... the light was not very good, and it was blocked by the wooden lattice, so it was a little dark and hard to see clearly. But Claude was too lazy to move his position and looked at it intently. He couldn't help being surprised, and the book in his hand also clicked.

It fell to the ground with a sound.

"Claude, what's wrong with you? What happened?" Ericson, who was separated by a wooden lattice, heard the movement here and asked quickly.

Verricro also poked his head over and asked, "Are you okay?"

Claude shook his head and forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart: "It's okay. I wanted to pick up the book, but I didn't expect it to be heavy, so I dropped it on the floor."

Picking up the book on the ground, Claude walked to the window first this time and slowly opened the book in the light.

There are faint black characters written on the yellow-brown leather paper. The rows of tadpole-like characters seem to be a little blurred due to the passage of time, but generally the writing can be distinguished.

Steam three potatoes half-cooked, peel and mash them into puree, add two eggs, add chives and chopped green vegetables, add a little flour and water, add a little salt, mix into a paste, press into a round cake, put it on a flat bottom

Pan and fry until golden brown, you can apply different sauces according to different tastes...

This, this is a recipe, right? No, that’s not what I saw just now...

Claude quickly turned to the pages at the back. Yes, this was a cookbook. On seventeen pages of paper, there were instructions for seventeen dishes, including pan-fried green saury, grilled lamb chops with chives, steamed lamb meatballs, assorted pizza, and snowflakes.

Chicken nuggets and more...

Weighing the cookbook in his hand, Claude smiled bitterly. This must be a recipe from some tavern. Anyway, these seventeen dishes are not home-cooked dishes. Claude's family is already considered to be an upper-class family in Bailu Town.

But the dishes we usually eat at home are basically stews, which are just vegetables and large pieces of meat bones thrown into a stew pot and cooked. Although there are grilled lamb chops and steaks, the cooking methods are not described in this cookbook.

So particular.

However, this tavern is cheap enough to use animal skin paper to write recipes. Most of the textbooks that Claude used for school, or the books sold in bookstores in the town, are made of cheap papyrus. Occasionally, there are a few

The cover of this book is made of leather paper, but it is also a hardcover book and the price is much higher.

However, what happened to the scene I saw just now? The brown-yellow leather paper of the recipe seemed to be burning in the middle. The yellow-brown color receded to the sides of the paper, revealing the ivory paper surface and dark blue fonts. Could it be that I

Are you hallucinating?

After reading the recipe carefully from beginning to end, Claude still didn't find anything unusual. Maybe he was really blind... Claude was about to put the parchment paper recipe book back on the wooden trellis, thinking in his heart

Suddenly he moved and stopped.

The light there just now was too dark, and I was afraid that I couldn't see clearly, so I concentrated my attention and paid full attention. Then the recipe showed unexpected changes, which shocked me. So I will try again now to see if I can concentrate.

Look, this recipe will change.

Claude thought in his mind and opened the recipe book again, focusing all his attention and staring at the page. Sure enough, the page soon changed again, with a yellowish-brown color and a tadpole font about how to make potato pancakes.

Each one disappeared, the page slowly turned ivory white, and lines of dark blue fonts appeared on the page.

These dark blue fonts are not in the shape of tadpoles. Although they are also rhombus-shaped, they have many strokes and are more like trapezoids, just like the mutated notes on the music score. These are not Hebraic characters, but ancient Hertzian characters.

.

Junior high school students have to learn the Jimil and Lesikht languages ​​that evolved from the Ancient Herzian language, so the school did introduce the Ancient Herzian language, but it was just briefly explained and skipped.

Claude could recognize that these were words in the ancient Hertzian language because he had studied hard for more than half a year, but he was powerless to know what these words meant.

In a certain sense, the Hebraic language and characters also evolved from the ancient Hertzian language and are close relatives. Just like the square characters of the time traveler's previous life, they are divided into traditional Chinese and simplified characters. The characters of the ancient Hertzian language are like traditional Chinese characters.

, Claude knew the meaning of the text, but he could recognize a few words.

…arrived at…tavern…lunch…recipe…asked…purchased…magic…

Magic...this, this is a magic recipe! This is the first thought in Claude's mind. It has been more than half a year since he traveled to this world, and this is the first time he has come into contact with magic items.

And these more than half a year and the memory of the former owner of this body have only left one impression on the traveler, that is, there is indeed magic in this world, but magic is a taboo word.

If a person learns magic and becomes widely known, what awaits him is not the admiration of everyone for his bright future, but arrest, imprisonment or even death on the spot. If he escapes, the fate that awaits him is to be wanted and hide in the dark.

, you have to remain anonymous or wander around for the rest of your life to evade capture...

The traveler doesn't know why people in this world are so taboo and treat magic, but none of this can restrain his curiosity, especially since what he is holding now is the first magic item he can get his hands on, a book.

Magic…recipe…

"Hey, Claude, what are you looking at?" Erikson came to Claude's side at some point and slapped him on the shoulder, waking Claude out of his reverie.

"Is this a recipe book?" Erikson stretched out his head: "Three potatoes, steamed half-cooked and mashed into puree... Haha, it turns out that you were so absorbed in reading it that you couldn't hear me even after I screamed several times because of this recipe.

Do you want to eat potato pancakes?"

"Oh, Ike, can you see these blue letters?" Claude didn't answer the question, but he immediately woke up: "No, I was distracted just now."

But Ike was already attracted by Claude's answer: "The blue letters, where did the blue letters come from? Aren't they all black letters?"

"Show me." He took the recipe from Claude's hand and flipped through it for a long time: "There's no blue letter? Well, this dish is good, roasted goose legs with red wine. Go back and ask my mother to cook it for me."

"No, just concentrate and see if there are any blue characters on it." Claude wanted to see if Ike could also see those blue Ancient Hertzian characters if he concentrated on it.

"Really?" Ericson stared at the recipe with some suspicion. After a while, he gave up: "There is no blue lettering. My eyes are dazzled and there is nothing. Wait, I will pick it up and face it against the window.

See if the light can pass through."

Soon Erikson put down the recipe: "This recipe is a bit heavy, but I'm sure I didn't find anything strange, and I didn't see the blue word you mentioned."

Claude nodded. He was sure that not everyone could see the changes in this recipe if they concentrated hard. Maybe his mental power was different from others. He usually felt that his hearing and association were particularly sharp, and he could even tell the difference according to the instructions.

The sound he heard painted the scene of the sound in his mind. This should be the difference between his mental strength and others, and also the reason why he could see the dark blue ancient Hertzian words on this recipe book.

"Probably because the light just hit the page, I was dazzled and saw these black words as blue." Claude said covertly while taking the recipe.

This time in front of Erikson, Claude looked at it intently, and the page began to change again, revealing the ivory white paper and dark blue fonts. However, Claude only tasted it briefly. As soon as the page changed, he would

I withdrew my attention and glanced at Ericson again. Sure enough, he was also looking at the recipe but seemed completely clueless.

"I want to buy this cookbook, Ike, can you help me ask how much it will cost?"

"Buy this recipe?" Ericson was a little surprised.

"Well, my mother's birthday is coming soon, and I want to buy her a gift. You know, I can't afford expensive jewelry and the like, that's what my father needs to make. And I think this cookbook will

It’s a good gift. If she learns how to make these dishes, our compliments when they are served at dinner will definitely make her feel very happy and happy..."

"This is a great idea, but are you sure you want to buy it? In fact, we can come over and copy this recipe. I believe Uncle Vakuri will give me this honor, so you don't have to spend money."

Claude shook his head: "Don't you think the recipe on this paper has a heavy feel? It looks very luxurious. I can go back and tell my mother that this was handed down from a certain royal family. This is more sophisticated than the recipes we copied by hand.

Is it suitable as a gift?”

"Okay, let me ask you how much this recipe costs." Ericson took the recipe and was about to turn around.

"By the way, there are four little pirate puppets over there, and a silver flower hairpin. I also want to buy it as a gift for my younger brothers and sisters. I'll go get it and do the math together. If you don't have enough money, you can lend it to me.

Take a moment and I will return it to you soon."

"Claude, you really act like a big brother." Ericson said with admiration.


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