Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 747 spying on the evil domain

noon.

咕——

When Bedieville put the last patch on the broken roof, his stomach began to protest loudly.

Yes, it is lunch time.

I hope that the lunch provided by the old man can really eat, not some kind of dark food.

When the werewolf wandered into the kitchen and glanced at him, he collapsed completely.

This is exactly the same as the kitchen in Captain Seinezel's cargo ship! They are all old and old, just look at it and turn your appetite!

The dark dishes produced in the cargo ship kitchen can't be eaten at all, and the affirmation here is not much better!

These guys, will you die if you clean the kitchen a little? !

"Hey, Brady." Albert walked out with a bowl of thick soup. "It’s time to eat, it’s time to eat."

"You didn't smell the rotten smell in this soup?" Biddeville frowned violently, almost bursting his brow.

"It's not so exaggerated." Ayr's nose seems to be broken. "There is a kind of salted fish, which tastes like salted fish. The preserved food is like this, don't care too much."

(How hungry are you to dare to drink this bowl of dark dishes?)

The werewolf sat down at the table, but it was like a needle felt, not a moment of peace. In front of him was placed a bowl of thick soup, a stone-like black and hard bread, and a few pieces of smoked meat.

Even the smoked meat that looks normal is also black with a focus, and the smell is faintly heard in the meat.

God, this lunch is going to eat, can the stomach not hurt?

"Eat, eat hot, it's not good to be cold." Senezel's old man ate his bowl of soup without any problems. Are people who are used to dark dishes immune to diarrhea?

The werewolf squeezed out a fake smile. He saw Ayr and Elaine eating at the side, and couldn't help but sympathize with the two idiots.

But, eat? Don't you eat? Can Bedyville not eat? He is asking for the landlord of Senezel, and now he refuses this lunch, I am afraid it will anger the other side.

"Beddy, if you don't eat again, I will eat your bacon." Albert looked at the werewolf's plate with a shameless expression.

Bedieville gave the tiger a white look. Everything I do is not for your **** tiger.

The werewolf was difficult to ride the tiger. He was so helpless that he had to pick up the bowl of soup and tried to hold back his breath, screaming, screaming, and pouring the soup into his stomach.

Sure enough, there are stinky fish. So stinky. Losing tigers and white bears can drink such stinky things.

but?

There is some umami flavor that blasts in Bedyville's throat.

It seems to be the beauty of thousands of fish, which is incredibly fragrant, but it is incredible!

"What the **** is this?!" The werewolf could not help but exclaim.

"Oh, this is a traditional fish soup of our Edinburgh Binger. It is made from a special salted salted fish." The old man sneered, "How? I didn't expect such a stinky thing to be so delicious." ?"

indeed. Bedyville was taken aback. People can't look at each other, can't soup smell bad?

The werewolf solved the bowl of smelly and delicious soup and grabbed the black bread.

Crunchy! Originally thought it would be as hard as a stone, Bettiville did not have much hope for this bread. This dark dish made him instantly shocked.

This is not a simple bread. This black, this fragrance, should be black beans? Attached to the bread, the werewolf thought it was a moldy part, but it was actually a fine salt of rock salt.

Who crushed the black beans and kneaded them in the flour to make the bread? Who grinds the rock salt into such fineness and gently spread it on the bread?

Such a rough food is so delicate and unbelievable!

The werewolf solved the black bean bread in an instant and dealt with the pieces of bacon. He didn't believe in evil, these pieces of bacon that were obviously burnt, could not be delicious!

He lost to this dark dish again. It was not black at all, but a small piece of black pepper powder.

Bacon is refined before it rots, retaining its freshest flavor and not eating.

The pepper removes the stench of the meat and improves the meat to restore the most authentic taste of the meat. It allows the dehydrated dry, used for long-storing smoked meat, with a fried meat-like bomb!

God is working!

It is simply a magical godcraft! !

Who is cooking today's lunch? ——

auzw.com Bedyville quickly turned to look at the old man of Senezel.

Do not. Absolutely not.

The old man didn't think it was a chef's material. His body is not stained with the smell of cooking smoke.

So, who is it, is it so amazing to make such decadent ingredients? !

"Hey, have you finished eating?" A woman took the last snack and walked out of the kitchen.

Olin.

In the dim light last night, Bedieville had already felt that Olin was so beautiful.

Now at noon, there is plenty of light in the dining room, and the Druid coordinator looks more beautiful!

She did not care about the werewolf's tight-eyed, put the snack in the hand on the table, and ordered in a queen-like arrogance: "Dessert after dinner. Eat."

"Hey, Miss Olin, you are so good." The big cat met the woman, as if the dog had seen the bones and the saliva was DC.

No wonder this guy from Albert is very energetic. It turns out that the cook is a beautiful woman, and everything she has made is "a beautiful meal."

The werewolf reached out and grabbed a "dessert" and took a closer look.

That thing is a bunny made of flour. It becomes translucent white under cooking and you can see the jam stuff hidden in it.

Bedieville almost cried: a dessert, is it necessary to do so fine? Making such a cute rabbit looks like how to bear to eat! ?

"How much time did you spend doing this?" Bettiville tried to suppress his surprise and moved, pretending to ask Olin: "If you spend your time cultivating your own body, you could have been strong." Double."

"Damn! You don't know the stupid dog!" Ou Lin yelled: "I took care of you last night. Now I will give you a good gift. If you don't eat it, what is it ridiculous?!"

(Oh, it turned out to be a gift.)

"Oh, do you still know what the number of gifts is?" The werewolf thought for a word, and the other thing in his mouth was indeed.

When this was an export, Olin was completely angered: "Kid, we have gone out to make a move. I promise not to kill you."

A good woman.

Bedyville ate the crystal bunny in one bite, chewed and chewed the wonderful food in his mouth, and felt the fruity aroma that slowly spread.

Then, he calmly said: "Well, it's very good, I received it this time. We won't quarrel, do you have a business to discuss with me?"

Olin sees that Biddeville doesn't mean to fight. She herself is angry and stupid enough to die. She has to suppress her anger, pull out a chair, and sit down at the table: "It is not me who is looking for something to discuss with you. Grandpa. Grandpa?——"

"The screaming and shouting" Sainzel’s landlord snickered on the side, and was called by this, only to reluctantly accept the laugh: "Well, we are crying out to talk about business."

The werewolf kept cursing in his heart, and he hoped that the old man of Senezel would sneer at the blast and blast the blood vessels to die.

The old man took a glance around and confirmed that there was no outsider to eavesdrop in the ten-mile radius. He said with relief: "This task is not assigned by the Brotherhood, but from an organization inside the Great Brigade."

Therefore, the Druids and the government of the Great Britain do have a relationship, and the werewolves are secretly concealed.

"However, the nature of this mission is quite special. Our Druids are not good at intervening. Therefore, we need the help of those who have nothing to do with the sect."

(By killing with a knife!)

The old man of Senezel glanced at the werewolves, the tigers, and the white bears: "Especially aliens. You are best suited to do this, and will not cause anyone's suspicion."

(Because we are not human beings, can we be enslaved by you to help you with those dirty things?)

"Don't sell off, let's talk about the task!" Bettiville has been waiting for it.

This is obviously a very bad task. The old man made such a sneaky thing, and also intends to use the hands of Bedyville and others to complete this matter, which may be a bit tricky, extremely tricky.

Listen and talk. If the task is really bad, just push it off! The werewolf has made up his mind.

"Hey, what's the tension?" The old man smirked, and there was a lot of misconduct in his eyebrows: "I just want you to destroy the underground church with a cult."

Religious Conflicts! I know it will be like this! Bedyville’s whole person bounced from the chair, even if the spring loaded on the **** couldn’t be as high as him!

"No! Thank you, but no!" Biddiwei was afraid that he would not return fast enough. He shouted when he didn't land. "We don't think about this kind of religious dispute. - I think - and -!! Thank you very much, but This task - I - people - no - pick up -!!)

"Oh?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the werewolf. The words were full of irony: "Are you sure? This is really not a religious conflict."

That cult is a famous evil, and it has long been notorious for being big and bad. Even if you don't do this, there will always be someone who will uproot the cult - and it has nothing to do with our Druids. "

"But this is your mission." The wolf talent will not believe the old man. He is well aware of the cunning spirit of the old man of Senezel. The old man can only believe in half of his words. If he believes more, he will suffer.

"I just heard about this from a certain department of the government - please call me the information." Senezel old man sneered: "And the name of the cult, I am afraid you have heard of it."

The old man slowly spits out a string of familiar syllables:

"-[Twilight teaching] (cult of twilight)."