Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2253: The King of Puppets (4)
Chapter 2253 The King of Puppets (4)
While Arthur saw the child picking up pigeons, he also heard the complaints from the guards on the city wall from a distance: "Hey, Verne, don't shoot arrows on the castle again! It's hard for us like you. I did it!"
"No outsiders have seen it, so what's wrong, uncle! The pigeons are cooked and I will share with you!" The kid picked up the gray pigeon he shot and ran away.
There is such a guy. Looking at that outfit, it should not be a knight, not even a trainee knight. Knight training is very strict. Teenage children should at least be trained as apprentice knights. In Arthur's era, some children even became full-fledged knights (dark iron knights) before they reached adulthood. Although Arthur still doesn't fully understand whether a regular knight in this world needs to be an adult to become an adult, but this child has not received apprentice knight training at this age, and he is hunting birds and fishing here. Regular knight. In this way, he should be the child of some servants in the castle? But since he is a servant's child, why do you so boldly shoot birds on the city wall that you don't seem to be worried about being scolded by the guards on the city wall?
The actual guards did not scold him, but said "it's hard for us to do this". What an intriguing statement...
And the kid looks a lot like someone Arthur knows. Who on earth is it? The King of Knights couldn't remember for a while.
"Wow?" Bedivere hummed when he saw that Arthur was in a daze again.
"Let's go and have a look." The blond boy said to the big white wolf.
"Wow." The big white wolf wagged his tail, and it's right to leave it to him about following people, after all, his puppy's nose is very clever. He rushed over to the place where the grey pigeon was shot down and sniffed it. It seemed that just by following the faint smell of blood, he would be able to catch up with the kid. Bedivere wagged his tail at Arthur, then started tracking himself.
"Humph." Arthur also glanced at the ground. There was only a tiny drop of blood on the floor made of heavy rocks, and the amount of blood was almost invisible to the naked eye—if Arthur hadn’t seen the scene just now, he knew that a pigeon was shot by an arrow here. , he might not have noticed the tiny drop of blood on the ground.
That's the difference between good archery and bad archery. A good archer kills the target in one hit, and also makes the bow and arrow fall precisely on the target's heart, suppressing the beating of the heart, thereby inhibiting the target's bleeding. When the pigeons were shot, they couldn't bleed heavily, and of course there were very few bloodstains left on the ground.
And a pigeon that dies in one hit without a struggle will not have its flesh stiffened with pain before dying, and will be very tender and delicious when cooked. Did the boy kill the grey pigeon with such precision in order to make the pigeon meat as tasty as possible? Or is it just accidental?
No. It can't be accidental. Arthur also knew very well in his heart that without sufficient training, it would be difficult for ordinary people to shoot pigeons flying in the air with a bow and arrow, let alone pierce the heart with such precision. The heart of a pigeon is only as small as a fingernail. If you want to shoot an arrow through the heart of a pigeon flying in the air, and skillfully control the angle of injection, let the arrow get stuck there to suppress the bleeding on the pigeon's heart wound, easier said than done!
That was no accident. The boy's archery skills are real.
------Authentic enough to be worth a look.
It's actually not difficult to track down, as Bedivere easily followed the **** smell left by the pigeons. On the other hand, Lulu was even more difficult to walk than Arthur had imagined. This place seems to be a remote and unknown corner of Fort Hernant. The city wall here faces the towering terrain, and the invaders cannot attack from the front, and there is a cliff on the opposite side, with a moat below. What mortal creature would swim across the moat, risk being found by the archers, then climb the cliffs and smooth walls to invade the castle from this side? Thinking about it is unrealistic. As a result, not only are there fewer patrolling personnel on this side of the city wall, but the repairs of the city wall are not as high as those on the other sides.
The result is precisely because the city wall looks a little disrepaired over time, and there are potholes everywhere when walking on it. There are also many three-dimensional potholes that are unimaginable for ordinary people, and people can get in and out. The kid who just hit the pigeon and ran away just used this three-dimensional pothole to move, from one platform to another platform, from one hole to another hole, and he walked a long way. The route is also very hidden. If it is an adult with normal physique, I am afraid that I will have to give up because I cannot get through those potholes smoothly. Fortunately, both Arthur and Bedivere are relatively petite in size (the big white wolf is not small, but wolves are particularly good at drilling holes?), the way that little ghost can drill through, Arthur can also pass through -- at least Reluctantly drilled through.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha------"
After a lot of effort, Arthur crawled out of the last hole in the city wall out of breath, and finally reached an extremely hidden courtyard. There are high fences and walls covering the courtyard outside. If you don't look carefully, you may not find such a place. As for whether this distance was originally designed in the castle, or whether it was formed naturally due to the collapse of a part of the city wall that had been in disrepair, it is unknown.
Sniff. Bedivere's nose moved.
"Wow." The big white wolf whispered to Arthur, as if he had found something.
Without Bedivere prompting, Arthur can actually smell it. That smell was so strong, how could it be missed unless there was something wrong with the nose? Fennel, rosemary, lemongrass, and herbs, all kinds of spices that Arthur can name, and even those that don't, all vaguely exude their own unique aroma. It should have been a disaster to put so many spices together, but strangely, it may be because the soup cooker has the right amount of the various spices, and these spices are wonderfully coordinated to form a symphony. The aroma and melody are unbelievably harmonious.
The person making this soup is either a chef with amazing talent or a guy with terrible luck. Of course, there is also a possibility that the person slowly explored this formula after hundreds of thousands of experiments -- and when putting spices, he measured it with a tight measuring instrument. Yes, the portion size must be the same.
The person who is cooking this soup, shouldn't it be really the kid just now?
Confused, Arthur walked around the bushes blocking his view and walked from one side to the middle of the courtyard.
There, there was a large pot in the open air, and the child put the pot up on an iron stand and heated it on a bonfire in the open air. As for the pigeon, needless to say, it has already been plucked to remove its internal organs, washed and cut into a large pot and boiled into pigeon broth.
So this pot of soup is really cooked by this kid. And he was the only one who handled all the processes in such a short period of time and put all the ingredients into the soup. This kid is very quick on his feet.
"Who?" Seeing someone walking out of the bushes, the child couldn't help but be alert and said, "I'm chasing after this kind of place. Let's talk about it first, I won't divide the stew for people I don't know. I'll give you something to eat."
"I'm not so hungry that I want to grab food from children." Arthur said angrily, and took a closer look: "Why hide in such a place to make soup?"
"Because lunch time is over, snacks are not allowed in the castle, whether adults or children." The kid replied solemnly, "That's why I have to hide and cook and eat secretly."
What a glutton this is. The King of Knights wondered in his heart.
Arthur glanced into the soup pot again.
The pot of soup is very thin, the soup base is a beautiful golden yellow, and it seems to have an angel's halo in the light of the rising smoke and the sunlight pouring down from the sky. Arthur could even see pigeon meat and dozens of vegetables floating back and forth in the bottom of the pot by boiling water. It looks like something like potatoes and carrots. Maybe this kid stole it from some kitchen in the castle. The strange thing is that there are so many ingredients and spices, why does this pot of soup still have such a clear texture? Is it because in the process of boiling the soup, the child kept carefully removing the impurities floating on the surface of the thick soup? How much care and patience does that require? !
There are no other kitchen utensils around. The tools used by this kid for cooking are this big soup pot, the big wooden spoon he currently uses to stir the thick soup, and the small knife placed on the stone table next to it (used to cut apart pigeons to get meat). The knife with a small amount of blood on it was even a little dull. It's hard to imagine how the child used such a dull knife to dehair and gut the pigeons, and then cut the cleaned pigeon meat into pieces and throw them into pieces. in the pot.
Amazing archery and good cooking. It is rare to find such talent in this day and age. Even if he's just a kid.
It stands to reason that people who have amazing talents must also have amazing appearances. However, on the contrary, the boy in front of Arthur was actually just an extremely ordinary boy. The boy with short black hair looks very similar to most Britons. In short, he has a popular face. The appearance was so mediocre that after taking one look at him, Arthur couldn't remember the kid's physical features for a few seconds~IndoMTL.com~, so he took another look at the kid. He did recognize a few traits he could remember -- and thanks to someone.
The kid looks familiar, but Arthur just can't remember who he resembles.
"What's the matter, is there something dirty sticking to my face? Why are you staring at me all the time?" The child was so uncomfortable with Arthur's staring that he asked a question.
"Little devil, you seem to be called... Verne, right?" Arthur suddenly asked, "Want to be my adjutant?"
"Huh?"
"I asked you if you want to be my adjutant. I'm serious." The king of knights said: "You. Me. Add Bedi. Then hire a few good mercenaries, and just form a team. Destroy the bandits infesting this area. What is it called?------[Bone Collector]?"
"You want me to... go with you... to suppress the bandits?!?" the dumbfounded child asked timidly, barely letting the wooden spoon in his hand slip off into the soup pot.
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