Boom!! A bigger thunder crashed from the clouds, hitting the tip of Gengunil's spear! The spear seemed to call for thunder and lightning, summoning the power of nature for its own use!
The gunshot, coupled with the strong electric shock generated by the thunderstorm, hit the black golden eagle hard on the head! This sharp impact caused the monster to change its trajectory - it was supposed to hit the floating island, but now it has
Following the attack, it sank sharply and fell toward the ground!
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha! -------" Paramedes also fell down, of course! The drunk cat still giggled nonchalantly, not knowing at all that he would fall from a height of 10,000 feet.
Into a puddle of meat!
Scratch! A whip caught the big cat's left foot in time, saving Palamedes' life! Bediwell controlled the turtle tongue whip and rolled up the big cat like a tentacle, and within a few seconds he was
Drag Palamedes back to the fragments of the floating island!
"You madman! You almost fell to death, do you know that?!" Bediwell cursed as soon as Paramedis put him down: "If you die here, how should I go back and explain to your sons?"
!"
"Ah hahahaha, *burp*, but you caught me, well done, Meow Meow!" The big cat smiled disapprovingly.
The werewolf sighed again, it was useless to reason with this drunken big cat! Drunk people do not rely on [logic] to think about problems, they can do whatever they want, it is completely up to their own preferences.
What a nonsense! But thanks to this, everyone saved their lives!
Palamedes is stupid enough to make sense and drunk enough!
Although the floating island was smashed into several large fragments, these fragments were still pulled by the magnetic force and moved closer to the large floating island in front. Soon they would be able to "land" and be "down to earth" for the time being!
And the black-gold eagle also sank, and I don’t know where it went. Its head was hit hard by Palamedes’ thunderous blow. Even if it didn’t die, it would probably be dizzy for a few hours!
Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief: "But I still don't understand, how did you attract the thunder just now to attack that monster?"
"Huhu, the principle is actually, *burp*, it's very simple!" Paramedes sat cross-legged on the ground. It seemed that the drunk cat was already dizzy: "The clouds in the sky, the clouds, *burp*
, all carry positive charges---"
He played with the spear in his hand. The black and silver gun body shimmered because of the power of lightning.
"And the discharge organ in my body can *hic* directly produce pure negative charge." The big cat raised the spear high: "If, *hic*, a spear full of negative charge is used in such a thunder and lightning environment.
Lift it up, and it simply becomes a *hic* thunder attractor. It would be weird if you don't get hit by lightning!"
So, this guy was waving his spear crazily just now in order to make the entire gun carry a large amount of negative charge?
A drunken big cat can be so calm and make correct judgments in a moment of life and death. Bedivere can't help but feel ashamed!
Bump! The fragments of the floating island have reached the shore, or in other words, they were attracted and pulled by the magnetic force of the big floating island. Bedivere jumped off the big fragment, and whipped the drunken Paramedes.
It was also torn off. This rough landing caused Palamedes to suffer a little.
"Ouch! Be gentle, meow!" The big cat staggered up and rubbed its butt: "Your tentacles *burp* are hurting me, meow! Uncle, I am getting old and I can't stand you young people *burp*
Human *burp* enthusiasm, meow."
As a feeling of disgust surged up from the depths of the werewolf's throat, Bedivere was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "I really wish I had a tape recorder to record your words and play them to Vivian later."
"Oh, *burp*, don't meow." The expression on Palamedes's face became serious, and he didn't dare to joke anymore - at least temporarily.
"Is everyone okay?" Others also arrived. Professor Paul jumped down from the fragments of the floating island, his feet still shaking: "Oh God. I thought I was going to see Christ just now."
"Oh, are you afraid? If you are afraid, why do you come with me?" Beidiweier stared at this ignorant scholar.
It was sheer luck that Professor Paul survived this catastrophe. Letting this civilian with no fighting ability follow him was simply a fatal mistake.
"But you need an accompanying translator." Professor Paul was already busy looking at the huge castle in front of him, his eyes sparkling: "And I also want to take the opportunity to study the heritage of this ancient people. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"
(Even if you understand all the secrets here, what will happen? I'm afraid you won't be able to go back alive.)
"Sushluke." The great elder of the Pegmi tribe came over and said to Bediville.
"The elder said, let's go, there is still a long road ahead." Professor Paul was still dedicated to his translation: "You can see [the devil in the sky] soon."
"Wait a minute---isn't that Hippogriff just now the legendary [Devil in the Sky]?!" Bedivere was shocked. He originally thought that thing was their target---and the black gold
Hippogriffs are tricky enough!
"Hahaha, don't be ridiculous, how could it be?" Professor Paul laughed: "The legendary demon with the same power as the gods must be hundreds of times more powerful than that little bird, right?"
(What you said...seems right)
(But that guy is almost the same as a dragon, and is of an epic level. Isn’t it an exaggeration for the savages to regard a photon creature of that level as a god?)
Just when Bedivere was wondering, the group of Pegmies actually walked over and pushed open the door of the castle (research institute?). They were so unscrupulous that they didn't seem to care whether there were guards in the castle.
Are these savages so unscrupulous because they think they are followed by two "gods"?
Or is it because they have been here before and know this castle well?
With the black and gold eagle guarding it, the Pygmies may not have entered this castle for a long time.
However, before the troublesome Hippogriff existed, these wild people most likely visited this place frequently.
If that's the case, then where is the [Devil in the Sky] they talked about?
Full of suspicion, the werewolf followed.
At the same time, in Edinburgh, Edinburgh, a five-star luxury hotel.
In the king's box, a neatly dressed and handsome waiter brought the first plate of dishes.
"Hmm." Husky swallowed. What was in front of him was really too luxurious. Although there were only three people eating in the box: he, Hal, and their Uncle Arthur, but the overly luxurious decorations around them
, still makes the dog boy a little nervous.
Wouldn't the dishes that come here be some delicacies from the mountains and seas, expensive, and very particular about how to eat them? If there are too many rules, they might not be able to eat happily.
The waiter opened the lid of the dish and presented the dish to everyone.
That is exactly the "traditional food of Great Britain"--french fries and fish steak.
So bland, so unpretentious. In the eyes of the two teenagers, it was just that kind of fast-food junk food: tasteless, just for convenience, and if you eat too much, you will gain weight.
Husky's face was a little surprised, but he was more confused. Why would such discordant popular food appear in a five-star luxury restaurant?
"You must think it's weird, right?" King Arthur smiled, and the complicated expressions on the faces of the two teenagers were clearly revealed at this time: "But this is the food I think you tasted first, the great [country]"
vegetable]."
Arthur picked up a French fries with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed: "Yeah, not bad. Super---no taste. But if you taste it carefully, you will find its hidden flavor."
Huskey doubtfully put a French fries into his mouth and chewed it.
The crispy outer shell of French fries contrasts sharply with the cotton-soft interior, coupled with the wonderful sweet taste, making this little French fries stand out.
Husky made a surprised "Ah" sound, and then he realized that these French fries were not actually French fries at all. They were minced fish meat, then reduced into strips, and were cooked with top-quality virgin olives.
Oil, slowly fried at low temperature, "fried fish fingers".
What is contained in it is only the most original flavor of cod, coupled with the salty taste of a very small amount of sea salt. But this extremely simple taste explodes in the mouth, impacting the taste buds of the dog-man boy like an overwhelming sea;
The aroma of the fish meat is retained to the maximum extent during the low-temperature frying process, locked in the golden shell of the fish sticks. When Husky chews it and puts it into his throat, this fish aroma is in his throat.
It lingers in the mouth and esophagus, exuding an endless aftertaste.
Husky put down the knife and fork in his hand, holding his red cheeks, looking very intoxicated. Hal did the same thing.
King Arthur looked at the two teenagers and couldn't help but smile mischievously: "Hey, hey, have you been fooled?"
"How powerful! The fried fish is so delicious---" Husky looked at the palm-sized fish steak on the plate. According to this logic, this fish steak should be---
He couldn't wait to cut a piece of fried fish steak and put it in his mouth.
That's right, this is not a fried "fish" steak, but a fried potato steak. "French fries and fish steak" are just the opposite. This piece of fish steak is actually made from a whole piece of potato.
It also has a filling of onion-flavored sour cream.
When the dog-man boy took a bite, the fried potato steak's crispy exterior, smooth interior, and thick sauce brought a triple impact on taste and touch.
The light yet long-lasting aroma of fresh potatoes, combined with the melt-in-your-mouth richness of sour cream, plus some fresh chopped green onion for seasoning, make this fried potato steak taste sweet and comforting, with a richness
The pastoral atmosphere.
"This is delicious, too!" Hal said with a smile, his mouth full of butter.
"Well, as long as you like it." Arthur picked up a napkin and wiped the cream from the corners of the leopard man's mouth, his face full of fatherly love.
"How about it? Don't just look at the appearance of everything. Even if it is something that looks like junk food, if you don't really eat it, you will never know the secret behind it."
"Yes! But the amount is a bit small." Husky looked at King Arthur with big watery eyes, wagging his tail and wanting more.
"Huhu, next time. You guys are too full and can't eat other dishes." Arthur said: "Now, drink some lemon water and rinse your mouth to clean up the taste in your mouth. This way you can
You will taste more carefully when you eat the next dish."
"Okay." Hal took a sip of lemonade and gargled his mouth carefully to completely wash away the taste of sour cream and fish in his mouth. His refreshed taste buds were eager to try it again.
A dish.
The waiter brought the second dish and placed a small plate in front of everyone.
Placed on the delicate white porcelain plate are about twenty small, light black and slightly transparent balls. The golden luster on them makes it look like some kind of golden crystal ball. And the plate
There are a few muffins for serving on the side, and the square biscuits are just right for each bite.
"Is this...sturgeon roe?" Hal asked curiously. He had eaten the roe of ice sea cod once before, and the delicious food brought extremely beautiful memories to the little leopard boy. He couldn't wait to eat it.
I want to try this kind of sturgeon roe and see which one is more delicious, this kind of roe or puffer fish roe.
"Before eating---" Arthur scooped up a few sturgeon roe with a spoon and placed the pea-sized balls on the muffin aside: "Put it up first, and then eat like this---"
He put the muffin and fish roe into his mouth together, biting them into pieces at the same time, his face glowing with happiness.
"Wow, Hal should try it too, meow!" The leopard man imitated King Arthur's eating method and put the fish roe on the waffle and put it into his mouth.
The almost tasteless waffle shattered under a light bite, making an extremely crispy crunching sound. The thin and flexible membrane on the outer layer of the sturgeon roe burst in the second of biting.
The juice inside the fish roe splashed out and reverberated in the Leopard Man boy's mouth, and most of it was absorbed by the muffin.
The tasteless muffins are just a "fixing agent" for the fish oil, so that the fish oil, which is rich in fragrance and extremely sweet, will not be absorbed so quickly by the Leopard Man boy's mouth.
The excess oil, which had already been absorbed by the taste buds, penetrated deeply into every cell in Hal's mouth.
The sturgeon roe, which has been moderately pickled with salt and has a faint scent of salt flowers, has not only not lost its original flavor, but has increased its aroma several times.
It is smooth, oily but not greasy, sweet and delicious, and this sweetness continues to spread. As time goes by, not only does it not fade, but it becomes sweeter, even more so than the highest-grade honey!
"Oh hehehe---" Hal showed an intoxicated giggle and swallowed the waffle puree filled with fish oil bit by bit. More sweet and fragrant solids slid down his esophagus, sliding down all the way, making wonderful sounds along the way.
Even after entering the stomach, you can still feel the lubrication and comfort it brings.
"It's great, meow. It's even better than the iced sea cod roe that Hal ate before. Meow." The child praised without concealment.
Maybe it has something to do with the way you eat it. If you eat it with pancakes this way, the taste of the fish roe will be sweeter and last longer, so you won’t get tired of it after eating it.
"Hey hey hey ---" Husky also tasted the rare caviar carefully. When he thought that when he ate this, all his experiences were recorded, and he could relive it countless times in a virtual game in the future.
The dog boy felt extremely happy.
"Do you like it?" Arthur took another bite of the caviar-filled waffle, swallowed it happily, and then slowly asked: "Do you know where the caviar comes from?"
"Well, it seems to be the seeds of the fish, meow?" Hal replied in a low voice, slightly shyly.
"That's right, they are the eggs of fish... er, seeds." The King of Knights nodded: "So, every fish roe here can originally hatch into a little life, a little fish."
---But they were cruelly eaten by us humans, and they didn't even have a chance to be born."
When he said this, the two teenagers suddenly frowned and put down the knives and forks in their hands.
"So... so pitiful." Hal looked at the two roes left on his plate and suddenly didn't want to eat them.
"Yes, so pitiful." Arthur sneered cruelly, "But they are already dead. They were already dead when they were salted to make caviar. There is no chance of hatching any more small fish---so
Please feel free to eat, you are not the one who killed them, you are just an accomplice at most."
The two teenagers looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
"What's wrong? In this world, big fish eat small fish, and higher creatures eat lower creatures. Isn't it a natural thing?" Arthur wiped away all the food on his plate, took a breath and said, "There's nothing wrong with that."
Feel guilty. Eat."
Hal and Husky swallowed and swept up the remaining roe. The sturgeon caviar was still delicious, but they always felt uncomfortable in their hearts. It was as if they could hear the roe in their mouths the moment they swallowed the food.
The screams of unborn fish.
"Very good, this is the second course." Arthur smiled again, "Now, let's serve the third course."
The waiter brought the third dish again - foie gras with small eggs.
On the small eggs cut in half, with the yolks removed, put the foie gras, which is light brown and red, as smooth and soft as ice cream. This white and brown shape is very eye-catching and endearing.
Carefully selected small eggs that even children can swallow in one bite seem to be calling two teenagers: Eat me quickly!
Seeing this, Husky's previous unhappiness was wiped away. He quickly rinsed his mouth with lemon water to wash away the taste of the previous dish, then picked up the knife and fork and put a whole portion of small eggs into his mouth.
.
Different from the elegant and light aroma of caviar, the deliciousness of foie gras lies in its rich aroma, as well as its strong smell and taste stimulation.
By the way, this tastes somewhat similar to egg yolk, but more fragrant and smooth. It has a rustic texture, like countless taste particles---and these particles are much more delicate and tender than real egg yolks.
many!
No wonder the chef hollowed out the yolk of the small egg and replaced it with foie gras ------ eat it together with the egg white, the flavors match perfectly!
The rich salty aroma of foie gras is neutralized by the egg whites. One has a soft and glutinous texture, while the other is elastic and chewy.
Through chewing, the canine boy felt that two delicious flavors that perfectly matched each other spread in his mouth, spreading evenly everywhere, stimulating every taste bud on his tongue!
"Good~~~Eat~~~Wow~~~!" Apart from praising this, the eight-year-old dog boy could not think of any more words. Because most of his mind was devoted to savoring this food.
Growing delicious food, my mind is almost blank.
"Oh, there are only two cats." Hal finished the first portion (half egg) of foie gras with egg whites, and looked at the other half of eggs left on the plate, and couldn't help but feel regretful.
"Haha, let's eat. Eat this now, and you can have more later." Arthur had already finished the two servings of foie gras on his plate.
The two teenagers quickly devoured the remaining portions of foie gras with expressions of satisfaction on their faces. Only then did Arthur say, "By the way, do you know how foie gras is made?"
Hal and Husky looked at each other and shrugged at the same time, without any clue.
"Foie gras... it should be the liver of a goose?" Husky could only guess.
"Yes, and it's the liver of a goose with fatty liver disease. This is one of the most inhumane delicacies in the world." Arthur said with a smile.
"No, inhumane?!"
"Because, in order to produce delicious, plump and tender foie gras, farmers grab the geese by their necks and forcefully stuff food into the mouths of these poor goslings.
No matter how hard these geese struggled and were so full that they felt like vomiting, they were still force-fed irresistibly.
Day after day, year after year, geese after overeating will become sick, and their livers will become enlarged. This is fatty liver."
Arthur stretched out his hand and made a gesture on his abdomen: "According to the proportion, a normal liver... is about as big as my fist. And for a goose with fatty liver and abnormally enlarged liver, guess what?
How big can your liver be?"
"Uh... twice as big?" Husky asked in a low voice.
Arthur shook his head, made a gesture on his abdomen, and made a huge circle with his hands: "It's as big as the entire abdomen."
"Oh my God------!" Hal exclaimed: "What about its other internal organs? Isn't this uncomfortable?"
"Yes, it's very uncomfortable. The geese in the terminal stage can't even walk at all." When he said this, Arthur glared at the leopard man boy, as if he meant something: "Don't even talk about walking, they can't even walk."
It is difficult to breathe normally, and the body is getting worse and worse. All we can do is wait for death--and this is the time for farmers to harvest foie gras."
"Wow! Stop talking!" Tears burst out of Husky's eyes, "It's so scary! Husky doesn't want to hear it! Uncle Arthur is such a bad guy, he actually asked us to put such terrible things into his hands."
Eat it in your stomach!"
"But you enjoyed it very much." The King of Knights pointed it out pointedly, with a cruel smile on his face: "How about it? Do you like the delicacies produced by the painful struggle of the geese?"
"It's so scary!" Husky wiped his tears regretfully: "But---damn it! It's really delicious!---I really want to eat it again!"
But his friend gave a completely different answer.