Noon, Great Britain, in an apartment in the old town of Edinburgh.
"Hmm...!" Sabo opened his eyes and seemed to have had a terrible nightmare. But as always, when he woke up, he completely forgot the content of the dream.
Gu------As soon as he woke up, his stomach was pounding. He went out after eating something this morning, and then slept until this time, and he was almost starting to feel hungry.
There was a very fragrant aroma coming from the kitchen. At first, Sabo was still confused, thinking that a thief had broken into the house. But he soon remembered that he had just taken in a person in his home. Who would be in the house at this time?
If there is cooking in the kitchen, there will definitely be no one except the young man he took in.
"Hmm." The young gray rabbit man covered his stomach and slowly walked into the kitchen. What he saw was the human boy who called himself Mason making lunch. The guy should be a young aristocratic young master who ran away from home, but unexpectedly
I know how to cook, and I am currently cooking a poached egg on the pan. There are already two or three cooked poached eggs on the plate next to me. Judging from the appearance of them, they seem to be quite delicious, maybe
It's still yellow inside.
"Ah, are you awake, Brother Sabo?" Mason turned his head and glanced at the young gray bunny man, "Lunch will be ready soon, please wait a moment."
"I was supposed to make lunch for you," Sabo scratched his head in embarrassment. "After all, we agreed that you paid to stay here for a week. If this is regarded as a hotel, it should be the owner who makes lunch for you."
The guests should prepare three meals..."
"You don't need to be so particular. I saw you were sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to wake you up." Mason smiled sweetly at Sabo and put the freshly fried and slightly elastic poached eggs on the plate.
Sabo blushed inexplicably and felt as if his heart had stopped for a beat. Then, as if to cover up his gaffe, he changed the subject and said, "But it's really strange. A young master from a rich family shouldn't have many servants."
When you serve people, do you have clothes to put out your hands and food to open your mouth? You actually know how to do housework, um, cook...?"
"Adopted." Mason suddenly added, "I was originally from a poor family. In a poor family, you must know how to do everything. It was not until my biological parents passed away that I was adopted by a noble, but well...
...Actually, they adopted me for some selfish purpose. Please don’t ask for details."
"Oh..." The topic stopped there, and Sabo awkwardly sat down at the dining table beside him and glanced at the food on the table. The cooked food had been carefully separated into plates and served.
He and Mason each had a plate of each dish, and they looked delicious. Whether it was the fried okra or the salad that was chopped finely and easy to eat, they all seemed to be taken from the Sabo family's refrigerator.
, Mason seems to be trying his best to avoid going out. Considering that the guy is running away from home, it is natural that he plans to hide in Sabo's house for a long time and keep a low profile.
"It seems that the ingredients in the refrigerator have been used up, right?" Sabo then asked: "It's not convenient for you to go out. Let me go and sell the ingredients for today's dinner. Is there anything you particularly like to eat, or particularly hate to eat?
"?"
"I like all vegetables, especially fish. Except for pork, which I can't stand, all other meats are fine." Mason replied straightforwardly: "Then there is Brother Lausabaugh."
"I see, you're basically not picky about food," the bunny boy said with a smile. Although he is a young master from a wealthy family, Mason is really from a poor family at heart. When he thinks of this, Sabo feels that the distance between himself and Mason has become slightly closer.
Quite a bit.
"Um, we've run out of pepper, and we're running low on salt. We need to replenish it." Mason brought two plates of poached eggs that were fried to just the right temperature, and brought bread as well, and sat across from Sabo at the dining table.
Down.
"The stock is running low...?" Sabo remembered that there should be half a bottle of refined salt left in the kitchen...
bite.
"Wow!" When he thoughtfully bit into the boiled okra on the plate, he was suddenly shocked by the salty and spicy taste.
"Um, what's wrong? Isn't it to your taste?" Mason was frightened by the exaggerated expression of the gray bunny man.
"No..." Sabo quickly took a bite of the bread and the salty and spicy taste in his mouth. Although the seasoning was quite heavy, which was a bit scary, I have to say that the boiled okra itself tasted delicious. Food
, especially vegetables, their freshness continues to decrease as the storage time increases. Saab remembers that the okra stored in the refrigerator has been stored for at least a week. Logically speaking, it has lost its freshness long ago, even if it is cooked in various ways.
, the finished product is probably just tasteless. I never thought that someone could "bring it back to life" and cook the stale okra so deliciously (although it is really spicy...).
"Apart from being very salty, this tastes quite good." He then said honestly: "You are not from Great Britain, right? People here have relatively light tastes and do not use so much salt and pepper. Your hometown
Is it from the Nordic side?"
Mason hesitated for a moment and replied: "Before being adopted, yes. Please don't ask about the specific country..."
"Okay..." Can't you ask this? Sabo frowned: "But are you used to eating such strong flavors? Okay, I understand, I will pay attention to it when cooking in the future."
"I will also pay attention to adding less salt to Brother Sabo's food." Mason said with a wry smile. He didn't mention the pepper. This guy probably still plans to put more spicy food in the food... Sure enough, it comes from the heavy taste.
People from Nordic countries.
"Forget it." Sabo took out his mobile phone and made a list so that he could have a basis when he went shopping. He also cleared away his lunch very quickly, and the food on the plate completely disappeared within ten minutes.
Although the dishes are salty and spicy, the sliced long bread itself has a lighter taste, with only a faint wheat flavor. It can be eaten as an accompaniment to strong-flavored dishes, and even makes the dishes extra appetizing.
"Is it okay to eat so fast? I always feel that Brother Saab, who is injured, should chew his food slowly." Mason looked at the rabbit worriedly.
"Don't underestimate the orcs," the gray rabbit man said with a grin. "Even if you are injured to the point where your intestines are about to fall out, you can still enjoy the meal. That's an orc with a tenacious life."
"Hahaha..." Mason smiled bitterly, losing his appetite due to Sabo's somewhat terrifying metaphor.
"Then, I'm going out." Rabbit casually put on his coat and planned to go out.
"Wait a minute," Mason said as if he suddenly remembered something, "Brother Sabo, the dagger I gave you as collateral this morning..."
"Huh? I will keep that one carefully. After all, it seems to be a very expensive thing." Rabbit replied casually.
"No..." The young man turned his head and seemed to be thinking about something: "You are a knight of Great Britain, right? So it is inevitable that you have to fight in your daily work...right? So you can use the dagger as you like.
------Maybe it can save your life during a hard battle."
"Is there really no problem? What if it is accidentally worn or the enchantment on it is weakened...?"
"No, that weapon is not something that can be easily damaged and deteriorated. You can use it with confidence." Mason said with a bitter smile: "It is useless to put it here with me. The biggest disadvantage of a weapon is that it is used as a weapon."
Happy, isn't it?"
"I think you are right." Rabbit scratched his head.
"It's just..." Mason thought for a while and continued: "After all, that weapon was given to me by my fiancée. That person may have a close connection with the Knights of Great Britain. If you must use it,
If it’s a weapon, please don’t use it too openly within the knights. I beg you.”
"Understood." Sabo nodded. Mason was probably afraid that Sabo would reveal his whereabouts when he used that weapon. After all, a weapon of that level was not something that a low-level knight like Sabo could easily possess. It was used by other knights in the knights.
If questioned, Saab might leak the truth.
"Then, I'll go out for a while." Rabbit pushed open the door and left his house.
Originally, if Mason didn't mention this matter, Sabo wouldn't particularly care about it. But now that Mason said this, Sabo became very concerned. He seemed to find a place where no one was around to take out the dagger and study it carefully. After he
Within the scope of common sense, the enchantments on all enchanted weapons are actually temporary and will continue to deteriorate over time. No matter how powerful the enchantments on a weapon are, after ten or eight years, it will
The enchantment above will gradually weaken or even disappear, and the weapon itself will become no different from ordinary iron (of course, finding a good enchanter can re-enchant the weapon with strong enchantment).
If what Mason said is true, then the small dagger used as collateral is not an ordinary enchanted weapon, but may be at the level of an artifact. Sabo has only heard of such legends. The special enchantments on some very rare artifacts are
It will never deteriorate and will always be so strong. When Mason took the dagger to the pawn shop to try to mortgage it, Sabo could feel the terrifying coldness of the weapon through the sealing cloth. Combined with Mason's words, the dagger was
The fact that it is a literal artifact is very likely true.
Can't be too showy...? Sabo thought of Mason's instructions just now. It may be difficult. If it is a real artifact, the precious light it emits at the moment it is unsealed is enough to attract the surrounding creatures.
It would be unsafe to open the dagger secretly and check it on a deserted street. It would be great if there was some deserted secret room where I could hide and check the weapon. But suddenly, where should I go?
How about finding a secret room like this?
Sabo was troubled for a moment, and then a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to him. However, he was in no hurry to implement his plan. Anyway, the weapons in his storage pocket would not escape on their own. So he first walked along the old road.
On the streets of the city, I headed to the supermarket to prepare ingredients for tonight. (To be continued)