my age of magic

Chapter 12 12. The night of camping in the wild (Part [-])
Tia and Kurz came back with their bodies wet, and the two of them walked slowly along the path crushed by the ruts on the hillside side by side with their bare upper bodies. Kurz held the leather armor in his right hand and patted the water in his ears with his left hand. Jumping on the ground, the water droplets on the messy hair are flying around.

It was Tia who underestimated Kurtz all the way, just by looking at Kurtz's honest look, he knew that this kid was fooled by Tia again.

The two chattered together in front of the fire to keep warm. The little orc Kurz was exhausted today. He leaned against the stone beside the fire and sat quietly back to back with Tia. Fred The uncle rushed over to make today's dinner, even a dinner for 10 people is not something I can make.

Although I am always doing things like boiling medicine, scrubbing leather saddle covers, and running errands on weekdays, I still can't handle dinner tonight with my small body, so I have to come to Lacouz to help.

Although I am younger now, the physical condition of seven or eight-year-old children in this world is absolutely comparable to that of eleven or twelve-year-old children on the earth before. I can even jump into the frozen lake without hesitation in such a cold early spring. In the circle, you can also chase wild rabbits on the pasture. You don’t feel tired after running for half a day, but you want to cook a better dinner.

Of course there is another reason.

In some small circles of the merchant group, it's no secret that the orc witch doctor Old Kuru has recipes for delicacies with different tastes.

This is the external rhetoric that I discussed with the old Kuru, and the explanation to the old Kuru is that I have been studying herbal medicine. I have a deep understanding of herbs during the learning process so that I can always discover novel spices and mix different spices. It is very amazing that there will be different flavors of food in the end. This is the world of pharmacists, and it is the blessing of the goddess of nature.

Old Kuru said that I am very talented in herbal medicine, but in the eyes of others, I am a human pharmacist who has mastered orc herbal medicine, the mysterious orc herbal medicine!

There must be a difference!
Don't ask, those are the secrets of the orcs. Presumably the old Kuru will warn Ji Jia to keep the secrets, and he will not tell him even if he asks. How can he say something so important?

Old Kuru will definitely keep Jijia tight-lipped, so don't ask!
Well, there will always be someone who thinks too much. These ideas are wonderful, and I persuade my own people in private. In the end, I didn't even have a chance to defend myself.

The fresh mutton was sliced ​​very thin by Kurtz and I with a small knife. I was basically demonstrating, but it was Kurtz who did the real work. It was very difficult for me to grab large pieces of mutton with my small hands.

Tia opened her mouth by the fire and looked at the two of me skillfully cooking a whole pot of meat slices, and looked at the two pieces of black bread baked on the stone aside, a little silly: "Your caravan will not be so poor that you can't even have black bread. No more? Why do you bake such a little brown bread? No matter how delicious the barbecue is, you will feel greasy if you eat too much..."

After being swept by Kurtz countless times with a kind of earthy roe deer gaze, Tia realized the problem, and then asked me: "These marinated meat slices are so delicious?"

I didn't raise my eyes, I pretended to be a harmless baby, as if I didn't understand Tia's words, I just quietly waited for Kurtz to finish cutting up the remaining leg of lamb.My heart said: Brother, how can you understand this secret leg of lamb?

Although the skin on the monster antelope is very strong, even if a sharp bayonet is stabbed on it, there will only be a white mark if you don't use all your strength, but the meat on the body is very tender. Old Kuru once said that the monster that just died , the strength in the body has not been dissipated completely, which is very good for the body.

I have marinated those meat slices repeatedly with pepper, salt and some herb crumbs. Naturally, they will have different tastes.Although the original taste of antelope meat is also very good, but after so many years of eating, I have long been tired of eating it. I think lamb is a perfect match with pepper and cumin. Unfortunately, there is no barbecue sauce. It would be great if you can add some .

The iron pot on the side was filled with cleaned haggis, and the skeleton of the whole antelope was soaked in the soup pot to make a milky white bone broth, and the delicious smell spread throughout the camp.Tia went directly to Kurtz and asked him, "How can you make the soup made by the magic antelope so delicious?"

This guy always thinks that the cooking method of Kurtz and me comes from the secret recipe of the ancient orcs. Maybe Kurtz added some unknown mysterious insects or disgusting ore powder to it. In short, the fragrant broth tastes like the devil. Naturally, Kurtz couldn't tell why the broth was so fragrant, and he could only say, "It always tastes like this."

"Kuz, do you think this soup has a special name?" Tia secretly wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

I was sitting on a wooden cart beside me, my calves were swinging freely, and my hands were supporting my body which was leaning backwards, so that my body could be stretched freely.

The lambskin leather jacket I was wearing had been scrubbed very clean yesterday, and it had a faint smell of mutton, which smelled very good.

Casually said: "I think our soup should have a famous name, we might as well call it 'Devil's saliva'."

I was probably talking about Tia's troubles when I saw Tia's smile froze, as if thinking of something terrible.Kuz shook his head, and said seriously: "This name is not very good, it might as well be..."

After talking for a long time, I didn't think of a name, but my face turned red.

Tia looks a little handsome. Although he has an ordinary face, he has a very good figure. Ranger belongs to the warrior profession with a balanced development of strength, agility, and endurance. The ranger union requires their members to be able to archery and use two-handed swords. You also need to learn some investigative methods. In the army, such people are called scouts. Their usual training pays more attention to physical coordination and survivability.

Neither fat nor thin is a natural material for clothes racks, next to Kurtz, it seems that he is determined to eat this meal.

Kutz took out the flat and thin stone slab from under the bullock cart, and set up a stove with pebbles. The flat stone was directly placed on the fire to burn. One hand quickly spread the slices of meat in the basin on the hot stone slab, and there was a sizzling sound on the slate, which can be regarded as authentic slate fried meat.

Kurtz was very proficient in these steps, and shouted to the caravan leather maker on the side of the peeling wooden case: "Dinner is ready!"

The orc language in this voice is very melodious and loud, even if everyone can't understand it, they will definitely know the meaning.

I stood by the side of the big iron pot with a wooden spoon on my shoulders, ready to serve broth, one bowl for each person, and pointed to the stone slab of Kurtz’s barbecue, and said: “Fried meat, uncles, you can eat enough, I’m not used to mutton.” , and also prepared two black bread."

The second half of my sentence was ignored, more than a dozen people directly surrounded Kuz, Kuz kept putting meat on the slate, and the fried mutton on the hot slate half the size of a round table was still moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even Tia on the side couldn't help spreading the meat. Uncle Fred squeezed in the middle with his big belly, and couldn't help cursing: "You foodies, wipe you, grandma, look at it, Raw ones are also drawn into the mouth, I have never eaten meat in this life, go, go, don't eat your cat, lean to the side."

"Hey, hey, what's your sister's squeeze? I'm going to try it for you first. Can you eat this bloodshot one?"

"Damn it, where do you stick your stick!"

Every time I rush to eat it, I feel that it is extra delicious. I don’t eat much, and I am a little disgusted with barbecue. I have been roasted repeatedly by the fire poison in my body for more than two years. Isn’t I just a piece of barbecue?
After hastily eating dinner, he lay down on the wooden cart to rest.

Uncle Fred and the leather makers have to rest for a while and continue to work. Those magic antelopes will become worthless the longer they are kept. They must be dealt with as soon as possible. I pray that it will not rain tonight.

I saw Kurtz and the men in the caravan sitting around eating together, and everyone kept praising Kurtz for the good roast.

When I was bored, I wanted to practice magic resistance again.I repeated the simple magic circle in my heart several times, and followed what the old Kuru gave me, get rid of distracting thoughts, let my heart be quiet, and focus on letting the magic power of the whole body gather at the fingertips.

I was worried that if the magic power gathered at the fingertips, the light would startle others, so I carefully retracted my fingers into the sleeves, but after a long time, I spent countless energy and failed to gather the magic power together, on the contrary, the fire element in my body became abnormal The agitation made the chest hot and unbearable, and the air he exhaled had a salty taste.

Yesterday, there was still faintly condensed light yellow magic light, although the flickering went out after a short while, but it was considered to have successfully cast half of the magic, why tonight even the first step of "gathering magic" failed Can't do it?
This makes me miss the old orc Kuru very much. I didn’t feel how important he was when he was around. Instead, I felt that this chatty old man was talking useless nonsense all the time, endlessly all day long. Mumbling, but once you leave his side, you will think of him immediately.

Those sluggish orc pronunciations, the names of herbs that I have only half memorized, that magic circle map that I have not yet drawn proficiently, is this annoying anti-magic useful to me, who is it? Can you tell me?

My doubts made my thoughts fall into a knot, the more I thought about it, the more powerless I felt. When I was depressed, my body's ability to avoid magic would weaken, and the fire poison brought by the fire magic power stored in my flesh and blood took the opportunity. My blood boils.

I haven't tasted this kind of blood boiling for about two months. It's like the blood vessels all over my body are about to explode, and the boiling blood is destroying my body wantonly. Whenever this time, my heart will feel In addition, a warm current with strong vitality gushed out, and the warm current slowly flowed through the whole body along the blood vessels.

Wherever it passes, new flesh and blood will be born, the burning pain, the swelling pain of the blood vessels about to burst, and the tingling feeling of the warm flow of new flesh and blood will gather together, I am like a piece of fried meat.

"Oh, you are so hot, you are sick, can you talk?"

In my half-asleep, half-awake, and half-conscious state, a woman suddenly spoke beside me, and I muttered in a daze, "Mom, I'm in pain!"

Sometimes I really can't bear it. This kind of torture is like a curse. It makes me unable to see the light. There is nothing I can do about the disease. Whenever this happens, I think that even if someone kills me with a knife, I should thank him.

"Good boy! Don't be afraid."

The voice was a little familiar, and a pair of hands were touching my body, as if examining a wound.Unbuttoning the sheepskin jacket, the cold night wind blows into my chest, and the pain is relieved a lot.I struggled to take off the fur jacket, and felt someone holding my little me in his arms. I couldn't open my eyes, and I could clearly feel the softness of that embrace.

A cold hand covered my forehead, I let out a comfortable sigh, and finally passed out.

——Beautiful dividing line——

When I woke up, my eyes were blurry, there was a light, but I couldn't see clearly.

I blinked my eyes hard, and my sight gradually recovered. This is an exquisite small tent, with a crystal hanging lamp with a magic stone as the core on the top, making the whole tent dim. It can be seen that this place is not too big.

I was lying on a wolf fur mattress, with skin bags filled with ice cubes all over my body. I was sure that I was still alive this time, and I could still feel the burning pain and itching in my body, but the pain at this time was bearable.

I wanted to struggle to sit up and see where this is. Such an exquisite tent is definitely not from the old Kuru, but I can't think of anyone other than the old Kuru who can save me.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a woman's exclamation was heard immediately. At this time, I also saw the female magician Guoguo come in from outside the tent, holding a basin of clear water in her hand. Seeing me wake up, she looked at me in surprise. I said, "Are you awake? What's wrong with you?"

Shaking my head, I looked around quietly, and I asked, "Sister Guoguo, where is this?"

My voice is very soft. In this tent that absolutely cannot accommodate a third person, I accidentally found some small women's items hanging on the simple luggage rack next to it, such as a pink corset, and the white is slightly wrinkled. Tabi stockings, a soft black skirt hanging from the top, like a black waterfall.

Suddenly I felt that a magician is also a human being, and also needs an ordinary life. Like us ordinary people, she also pursues beauty and comfort above all. Blindfolding my eyes, at that moment I saw that there were even two light blue blood vessels on her arms that were crystal clear, and the half of her arm protruding from the cuff of the magician's robe was as white as snow.

"Don't look around, this is of course my tent, where can I go after I rescued you?"

"Sister Guoguo, do you think I will die?"

I asked the old Kuru this question, and the old Kuru only said: You boy has the blood power of blue flame and self-healing at the same time, how could you die, talking nonsense.

But I think he only said half of it, and the other half he didn't say.Maybe it’s because I think I don’t understand, which adds to the pressure in my heart, or maybe it’s useless to say it.More than once I felt like I was on the verge of death, and to be honest, I wasn't scared, maybe I could just sleep through it.

"Don't be afraid, my sister is a water magician. She is best at curing diseases and saving lives. How could she let you die?" Sister Guoguo's words were very gentle. She first pushed the basin aside, crawled in with a bent body, and turned around The water basin was dragged in, and the soft body in the narrow space brushed against the tip of my nose, and the unique fragrance of women spread into my nasal cavity.

Almost forgot about it, when you see her, you should think of her as a magician first, and a woman second.

A towel with wet head was spread on my face, Sister Guoguo asked me to continue lying down, she sat beside me with her legs curled up and asked me: "You have had this disease since childhood?"

"kindness."

"What did the old witch doctor say, didn't he save you, why didn't he cure your illness?"

"Teacher, he can't cure it either!" I replied truthfully.

"Not even him? What kind of disease are you suffering from? Your body is so hot when you get sick." Sister Guoguo was even more surprised this time.

I stretched out my index finger, but before the thought arose in my heart, an orange flame burst out from the tip of my finger.

(End of this chapter)