The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 73: The horn of the setting sun (top)

Jonah deeply felt that time was pressing. He put the hourglass on the bedside, and while talking with everyone, he watched the rustling quicksand flowing away. Every time the hourglass was turned upside down, it proved that time had gone by another half an hour. The moment in is closer to thirty minutes.

Toba prepared a bowl of dark red and viscous liquid food for him, brought it to him with a smile on his face, scooped a spoon with a silver spoon, and said diligently: "My lord, my lord, if you want to rejuvenate, you should eat This kind of thing is the best! Since I was young, I and my father have eaten two large bowls every night, so that they can recover from the fatigue of the day, build muscles and cultivate the spirit, so that they can grow stronger and stronger!"

Jona smelled a weird aroma. He could roughly distinguish the taste of uncooked minced meat, milk, oats, wine and tomatoes, but the intestines dangling on the side of the silver spoon did not matter. How can I guess from that animal.

"Toba, thank you for your kindness, but we don’t have much time. I need to understand what we have missed during this period, and I need to figure out what tasks we have to face tomorrow. So... give me more Water and a few pieces of dry bread will be fine." Jonah waved his hand and declined.

"No, no, you must eat it up. After you have eaten it, take a break. It will be a while before sunset." The Bazelal farmer stared at the patient's face with bright eyes.

"I...I don't think I'm hungry yet." Jona swallowed saliva. Even though he hadn't eaten for many days, the inexplicable semi-liquid in the bowl still made him unacceptable, bursts of pantothenic water.

"Your stomach is a liar. My lord, the little thing in your stomach hasn't touched the food for too long, and you have forgotten the taste of the food. You must show your authority. For example,-eat this A bowl of nutritious'Mushroom Farm' brand meat porridge." Mr. Shi stubbornly said.

"...What if I order you?" Jona sternly stared (learning from the noble master in the knight novel).

"Are you agreeing to canonize me as your rebel knight?" Toba's expression immediately stiffened.

Shaking, he took off the cap on his head with his right hand, holding the bowl of porridge in his left hand, and slowly knelt down on one knee in front of Jonah's bed. Although he was kneeling on the ground, Toba was still too much higher than the astrologer apprentice leaning on the edge of the bed. Jonah looked up at the Lord Chamberlain's face and sighed weakly. He turned to look at Elliott for help.

Standing not far away, the Rose Knight coughed softly: "According to the Continental Code revised in 2299 of the Continental Calendar, members of the five major guilds do not need to declare the title of "Knight". The purity and glory of, the rules are as follows:

First, the canonization ceremony must be held in the morning light, no later than two hours after sunrise; second, the canonization ceremony requires the presence of a witness from the Anglican Church, if not, the nobles above the Viscount Or the great knight witness; third, the rebel knight should be given the family crest. If the canonizer does not have the family crest, he must apply to the Royal Affairs Bureau of his country (or an institution of the same nature). Therefore, we think that even if Your Excellency Jona wants to include you as the head of the room, it will not be done right now. "

"Huh..." Jonah patted his chest, and in a blink of an eye saw Mr. Chamberlain's sad expression with tears in his eyes and anger in his eyes. He stretched out his arms and barely reached Toba's shoulders, patted twice, and said:" There will be a chance, Toba. One day, when I have status, strength, and family crest, I will let you have it all. The vacancy of the obedience knight will always be reserved for you."

"My lord..." The rough guy in the Bazelal Mountains lowered his head and kissed the back of Jonah's hand, wrinkling his nose to prevent tears from falling.

Jona didn’t expect that he might not take the promise of such an effect more seriously. He couldn’t bear to watch more, holding his breath, scooping a spoonful of sticky porridge, and slowly sending it to the mouth with the mood of sacrificing for a friend. middle.

The taste is unexpectedly good.

"It's delicious!" Jonah's eyes lit up and he took a bowl of porridge and swallowed, feeling the hot porridge flowing into his body like a river of lava, filling his empty stomach, and the heat dissipated into his limbs. Mukuro, filled his weak body with vitality all at once.

He whispered and asked vaguely: "What material is it made of?"

"You want to know that there are ghosts." Sibi interjected on the side.

"My lord, of course, the main ingredient is the blood of the Bazelal mountain lizard. Without it, the porridge will become a little bit motivated! Then add the meat and entrails of the jerbo, a lot of ale, milk, and oats. Slices, tomatoes, peppers... Especially good is that it is the season of jerbo production, so the ovaries of these little mice..." Toba looked a little excited.

"Cough cough." Elliott hurriedly coughed twice, interrupting the narration of the head of the room, "Then let's talk about what happened during this period."

Jonah closed his mouth tightly to make sure that the horrible food would not spray out of his abdominal cavity, and nodded gratefully to the Rose Knight.

"There are no rules for the sale of Cherry Ferry tickets. It all depends on the mood of the old man. Last October, 35 tickets (each with three seats for the entourage) were sold at auction, so they were all sold by wealthy merchants and nobles. Obtained.

It’s worth mentioning that the ferry tickets from the ferry “Sherrington” on the south bank of the Holy River to the northern mainland are always on sale on a first-come, first-served basis. Therefore, we and Miss Long Ji put all our assets to buy the tickets. I've been here since. "

"Shortly after Lord Jonah fell into a coma, Dad announced the principle of bidding for this spring boat ticket: Winning the bid. In short, Dad opened the "Twilight Arena" at the southern end of Cherry Ducks near the river bank to hold the second Thirteen winning competitions, the ticket (each with a seat for four persons) is the prize for the champion of each competition.

The winning bid is registered in the form of a small team. There is no limit to the number of participating teams in each game. All the privileges of the cherry crossing tenants within the dusk arena are reset. There are no restrictions. After the two-hour winning time is over, the team holding the subject matter becomes Champion; or the team that eliminated all other teams before the deadline becomes the champion. "

"A lot of people will die." Jonah shuddered, covering his mouth.

"Based on the calculation of about 120 teams in Cherry Crossing, no more than four teams participate in each game. If you make the right choice to avoid the strong team, the pitchfork is very likely to win a victory.

We and Miss Long Ji need a ferry ticket to return to the South Continent, because the person we are looking for is said to have returned to the South; thanks to Mrs. Room Manager, Miss Sibi and Yekong for their help, they risked their lives Dangerous, participated in this winning competition that was not necessary. "

Toba blushed and touched the back of his head.

"We participated in the sixth win. As expected, the first four games were the strong team in the V-class room with an overwhelming advantage. The level of winning in the fifth game dropped very sharply. In the end, Jeff Tower led The'Sick Dogs' team won the competition. We believe that the sick dogs were hired by Mr. Dan to participate in the competition. In the sixth game, the pitchfork team had three opponents: Room G7'Front Teeth', Room M19'Broom Star' and Xin The unnamed team in room a61."

"Wait, room a61, I remember..." Jonah rubbed his nose to recall.

"Yes, Lord Yonah. The original "Flint" team in room a61 was attacked by three teams before the rent payment day and was destroyed by the group. Then Dad vacated the room and arranged for three new tenants to move in. The three people formed a team without a name and participated in the winning competition. Failure to estimate the strength of strangers is the biggest mistake in our competition strategy. We need to apologize for this.-Elliott needs to apologize for this." The imprecise usage of pronouns is especially corrected by the Rose Knight.

"So, what happened?" Jonah asked nervously.

Elliott and Toba looked at each other, and neither of them seemed willing to speak.

"That's right, that one!" Sibi suddenly jumped up and said, pointing to his chest.

"This is not a good idea, little grasshopper." Long Ji said negatively, sitting at the end of the bed.

Sibi sat down aggrievedly, lowered his head and winked at the Rose Knight secretly.

Elliott looked at Long Ji with inquiring eyes. The Eastern woman sighed and spread her hands.

"What the **** is it!" Jonah said anxiously as the crowd was playing dumb riddles with each other. "As a member of the team, I have the right to know everything!"

"...Of course, Lord Jonah." Elliot nodded. He stretched out his hand and took out something from the skin on the lower right side of the armor, bending over and handing it over.

Jonah held it in the palm of his hand suspiciously, and took a closer look. It was a small plush white mouse toy with full beards and tails, lifelike, two ruby ​​eyes shiningly reflecting the figure.

"Mouse?" Jona was puzzled.

"Punjab animal spirits. Do you remember? There is a shop in Sukarsa Canyon that specializes in selling this stuff. A specialty of Punjab, a Buddhist country in the southern continent, is made by enclosing the souls of dead animals in corpse specimens with secret techniques. This little thing can record about three hours of video information. It is a souvenir that Miss Rose secretly gave to the head of the room when she left." Long Ji said, glanced at Toba. Toba blushed as always, and he touched his head.

Jona has just overcome the discomfort caused by the blood porridge, and is disturbed by the animal carcasses with souls.

He held the mouse cautiously and asked: "I have an impression. It is said that only a well-trained Brahman can turn on the recording function of Punjabi beast spirits and read the images."