Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

Half a month later.

After passing through the Sea of ​​Storms, the Blood Pearl finally stopped at the main island of the Storm Islands, which is where Port Marlowe is located.

Sparrow and the others, because there were many enemies at sea, still did not dock at the big pier in the eye-catching city.

After finding a relatively secluded beach on the shore, he put Dawn down directly.

When we parted, the pirates all showed their reluctance.

Or, to put it another way, he felt very sad that he could not eat the dishes made by Dawn.

But for Dawn, from a utilitarian point of view, Sparrow and his party can't generate too many cooking power points at present...

"See you again, everyone." Don said goodbye to a group of people on the ship on the shore.

Then I watched the Scarlet Pearl get farther and farther away in sight, until finally it turned into a small black dot on the vast sea, disappeared between the sea level and the skyline, and could never be seen again.

The ending of each journey is always different.

After tidying up his mood briefly, Dawn planned to go to Marlow Port for official activities.

"First of all, find out if Adele and Cross are still here. I remember they mentioned earlier that if you want to find them here, you have to go to a company called [Storm and Sea Waves] tavern."

...

Port Marlowe.

Pirate's Paradise.

In the bustling central street here, drunk pirates can be seen everywhere, and women with heavy makeup standing on the street posing.

Dawn walked through the streets, tried asking for directions several times at the cost of a few coppers, and finally found his target in an alley that smelled of alcohol mixed with urine.

[Storm and Sea Waves] Tavern.

It is noon now, and there are many drinkers dressed as pirates in the small tavern.

At any time, Marlowe's pubs, casinos, and brothels will never lack customers.

Because there will always be pirate ships coming back from the sea, and there will always be pirates still alive on the pirate ships that can come back.

Most of these living pirates will stay in the above-mentioned three "unhealthy service industry" places during their rest time after docking in Marlow.

Don walked into the bar, glanced around at the insignificant storefront decoration, and a group of vicious-looking drinkers, and then calmly sat in front of the counter.

"Boss, have a glass of rye wine." Donne said.

The owner of the tavern is a middle-aged man, with a slightly fat body, with relatively rare azure blue hair and blue eyes.

"Hey, look. A well-dressed and well-dressed young gentleman walked into a dangerous bar." The blue-haired boss didn't serve Dawn directly, but made a joke first.

Accompanied by the boss's laughter, the drinkers around him also giggled drunkenly.

Many people's smiles are malicious.

Don grinned in cooperation with them, and patted his right hand on a chair beside him where no one was sitting.

Slight mana consumption.

【Flame Art】activated.

The full-level fire control skill, combined with the passive [Fire Attribute Affinity], made this simple high wooden chair burn silently.

Moreover, this flame is extremely strange.

It was obviously very hot and vigorous, but it was only attached to the wooden chair and did not expand to the side at all.

This is the precise flame control ability that makes even a little bit of knowledge take the initiative to avoid it.

Almost instantly, the chair was burned into black ashes all over the ground.

It was enough to see the power of the fire just now.

The sudden change caused those drinkers who were joking at first to stop in time, and many of them even woke up halfway from the drink.

They began to re-evaluate the strange young man who broke into the tavern with vigilant eyes.

"I don't like the appearance of this chair very much. How much is it worth? It will be counted together with my drink later." Dawn still kept smiling, his tone didn't fluctuate much, and he looked gentle.

The blue-haired tavern owner's eyes twitched a few times, but his hands kept moving. He deftly poured out a bottle of ale and pushed it in front of Dawn:

"Perhaps this place is not so dangerous for you, an excellent mage. I ordered this glass of ale you asked for, and apologize for my blindness."

The survival rule of the tavern owner: You can tease the weak unscrupulously, but don't touch the bad luck of the strong.

The ale poured by the fat boss is very clear in color. According to the judgment of [ingredient intuition], there is no problem with the wine, and the taste is relatively good.

It seems that the boss specially poured the best quality wine in the store.

Don shrugged without saying much, raised his wine glass, took a big sip, and then kept sitting idle.

Seeing that this young man, who might be a formidable mage, did not make any further dangerous moves, the pirates in the tavern slowly returned to their relaxed state at the beginning.

No one dared to provoke Don any more, they just sat around their respective wine tables in twos and threes, continued to breathe out their alcohol, and continued the wine conversation that was interrupted just now——

"Hey, did you hear that? Old Jon bought a few murloc gill scales, and he used these materials to create a few murloc sleeve nails."

"Is it the prop that can keep breathing freely in the water after wearing it? I also want to buy one. In this way, next time my captain threatens to throw me overboard, I don't have to be afraid."

"Hehe, let's wait until you can afford it. You are a guy who runs back and forth to pubs, brothels, and casinos after you get off the boat."

"..."

"You know? I went to [Punish the Succubus] last night, and I wanted to spend the night with Miss Flynn, who has the most knack for talking. But the people over there told me that she was dead. I was so blind Good tongue."

"Dead? How did you die? I looked for her the night before I went to sea three months ago, isn't it good?"

"He died a week ago. He committed suicide and hanged himself. It is said that he died for his dead lover."

"Tsk... stupid woman."

"..."

This is the case in a tavern where fish and dragons are mixed, as long as you order a glass of wine and sit down for a while, you will always hear some local or real, or rumored information and gossip.

However, Donne listened for a while, but didn't hear any news that deserved his attention.

After finishing the glass of apologetic ale, he waved his hand towards the other side of the counter.

The blue-haired boss glanced at him cautiously, and quickly approached: "What else do you want to drink, sir?"

"Don't drink for now, I want to ask you about someone." Dawn tapped the counter with his knuckles.

"If you're looking for someone, then you've come to the right place. In Marlowe, there is no one I, Argo, can't find. However, under normal circumstances, there is a charge for providing such information." The blue-haired boss said honestly smile:

"But if it's you, sir, you can ask me a question for free first, and I promise to answer everything."