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Chapter 363 The Food of the Valley Dwarves

"Like all newcomers."

Bahn shrugged, "Tracey has obviously heard too many adventure stories, so that she has unrealistic fantasies about adventure."

"She hasn't realized that there's more to adventure than treasure and honor."

"If she had experienced the pain of losing a companion, the crushing defeat of an invincible enemy, the deepest despair, then I think she would not be so rash again."

Barn paused: "Of course, this may be difficult for her."

Tang Sen: "Difficult?"

"That's right." Bahne showed a complicated look: "Why do you think we let a person who has never experienced an adventure participate?"

"Countless cases and stories are reminding all adventurers that newcomers who dream of becoming famous overnight should start with such small things as finding cats and dogs and cleaning the sewer, otherwise, one of their rash actions may be Let the whole team be wiped out."

"As for Tracy, I saw this from the time she joined our chat rashly. It turns out that her performance is more rash than I imagined."

"but--"

Barn glanced at Trish: "She is a three-ring mage who is less than 20 years old, and she is also a half-elf with a long lifespan. Do you know what this means?"

"It means that she either has an extremely powerful talent or an extremely strong background. If she has both, then it is inevitable for her to become a high-ring mage."

"I am very happy to be the first adventure partner of a future high-ring mage. This kind of thing is not common."

Tang Sen nodded. Obviously, Bahn's heart is not as rough as his appearance. At least he knows how to invest in the future instead of just focusing on the present.

"Besides, Carmelo and Maris are not stupid. One of them is an experienced adventurer, and the other is a wanderer in the market. They must have the same idea as me."

The monk came over and said, "Barne, your idea is correct, but you lack some power of observation."

He said slowly: "I don't think a powerful mage will allow his disciple's first adventure to only attack spells. In this case, there are only two possibilities, or the mage intends to kill himself A talented disciple, or, he thinks that no matter how reckless Trish is, nothing will happen."

"Without a doubt, I think it's the latter."

"She must be carrying magic props or scrolls that are sufficient to deal with any danger, otherwise, Maris would not be so eager for Trish."

Bunn suddenly said, "I thought Maris liked her."

"A wanderer's love is not so easy." The monk said: "Money and benefits are what a wanderer will consider...Of course, if Trish is naive enough to like Maris, I think he will definitely not refuse." .”

While chatting, Bahn didn't stop moving his hands. He skillfully handled the ingredients collected by others and set up a bonfire.

Judging from this posture, the other party's self-proclaimed culinary master is right.

While everyone was busy, Tang Sen opened the suitcase and took out a book left by the necromancer.

For Tang Sen, knowledge is free and does not need to occupy the reward quota. Any knowledge he has read is free prostitution, and he does not read it for nothing.

What's more, he is very interested in the magic of this world.

"If you want to gain more magical knowledge, you can go to Candlekeep." The monk said, "There is the largest collection of books in Faerun, and there are a large group of spellcasters. Yu found a certain ancient book in Candlekeep, and then made a lot of money in the ruins recorded on it, such as Bahn."

"Don't mention this!" Barn looked over displeased: "When I go to Candlekeep next time, I must teach that damn liar a lesson. I'm sure that he will not only sell information about the necromancer's cemetery Gave me alone."

His eyes swept over Tang Sen's suitcase, and then he froze for a moment.

"Can I have a look at that book?"

He pointed to one of the books in the suitcase.

"The delicacies of the valley dwarves?" Tang Sen nodded happily, and said, "If you can use it, I will give you this book. I'm really not very good at cooking."

Bahn put down his hands, picked up the book cautiously, and said, "I'm just curious about what the valley dwarves can make. As far as I know, their food is famous for being unpalatable."

He opened the book and read the recipe: "Material preparation: two medium-sized lizards, two tablespoons of flour, add twice—"

"Why do you need to add it twice?" The monk asked curiously, "Will it make the taste better?"

"No." Barn shook his head: "The valley dwarves lack advanced mathematics knowledge. I mean, they are not good at any addition greater than 2."

"So I guess it says add four tablespoons of flour."

He read on: "Two potatoes and one more, chopped I guess three potatoes into cubes."

"Two carrots, take twice, crush. Four carrots cut off."

"Two onions, killed. Chopped, I guess."

He translated the recipe bit by bit according to his own understanding, and his expression became more and more strange.

"How to cook it, lift the lizard over the head and shake it back and forth a few times, throw it into the pot, add the rest to the pile, light a big fire under the pot--and sleep?"

"It seems that this recipe is not helpful." Tang Sen shrugged: "At least it doesn't sound very delicious."

"I will find a way to improve it." Bain temporarily put away the book, and said, "It's still a beautiful recipe for dwarves anyway. Anyway, thank you for your gift."

Bahn's craftsmanship is as good as he claims, or in other words, this is one of the few delicacies that Tang Sen has eaten in the world of the heavens.

Moreover, Bahn also repeatedly emphasized that this is a substandard work because there is no seasoning and good kitchen utensils in the wild.

Tang Sen has already begun to consider hiring Bahn to be his chef. It is foreseeable that he will not have too little food in this world, and the variety will be very strange.

Because there is no risky goal, everyone is not in a hurry. Except for a few slaves who live nearby who want to leave the team and bring the news of their rescue home, everyone else chooses to rest in the camp. , It was not until the early morning of the next day that everyone started again.

Out of the monk's persistence, the team escorted the slaves to the nearest town, and then went up the main road to the famous seaside city in the entire Sword Coast and even Faerun, known as the City of Skillful Hands , of the Pearl of the North—

Neverwinter.

(End of this chapter)