Chapter 2253 The Puppet King (4)

While Arthur saw the scene of 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 randomly on the castle again! It will be difficult for us to deal with you like this!"

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"No outsiders will see it, what's wrong, uncle! I'll give you a share of the pigeons after they're cooked!" The kid picked up the gray pigeons he shot and ran away.

There is such a guy. Looking at his appearance, he shouldn't be a knight, or even an apprentice knight. Knight training is very strict, and teenage children should at least receive training from apprentice knights. In Arthur's time, there were even some

The child became a formal knight (Black Iron Knight) before reaching adulthood. Although Arthur is not entirely sure whether a regular knight in this world requires adulthood, this child has not yet received apprentice knight training at this age.

, playing catch-up here, it is estimated that it will be difficult to become a regular knight in the future if this continues. From this point of view, he should be the child of some servants in the castle? But since he is the child of a servant, why is he so bold?

When you shoot birds on the city wall, you don't seem to worry about being scolded by the guards on the city wall?

In fact, the guards did not scold him, they just said, "It will be very difficult for us if you do this." It's an intriguing statement...

Moreover, the kid looked very similar to someone Arthur knew. Who was it? The King of Knights couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Woof?" Bedivere snorted when he saw Arthur was in a daze again.

"Come over and have a look." The blond boy said to the big white wolf.

"Woof woof." The big white wolf shook his tail. He was right to leave this matter of tracking people to him. After all, his puppy's nose was very clever. He rushed over to the place where the gray pigeon was shot down and sniffed it. It seemed that it was just

It seemed that by following the faint smell of blood, he could surely catch up with the kid. Bedivere waved his tail at Arthur, and then started tracking himself.

"Hmph." Arthur also glanced at the ground. There was only a tiny drop of blood on the floor made of thick rocks. The amount of blood was so small that it was almost impossible to detect it with the naked eye--if Arthur hadn't seen the scene just now.

In this scene, knowing that a pigeon was shot by an arrow and fell here, he might not notice the small drop of blood on the ground.

The difference between good archery and poor archery is here. A good archer will kill the target with one blow, and will also let the bow and arrow accurately land on the target's heart, suppressing the beating of the heart, thus inhibiting the target's bleeding. Pigeons are killed

It cannot bleed profusely when shot, and when it falls on the ground, there will of course be very little blood traces left behind.

Moreover, if a pigeon is killed with one blow without any struggle, the pigeon meat on its body will not stiffen due to pain before death, and will be very tender and delicious when cooked. The boy did this in order to make the pigeon meat taste as delicious as possible.

Was it a precise kill of the gray pigeon? Or was it just an accident?

No. It can't be a coincidence. Arthur also knew very well that without sufficient training, it would be difficult for ordinary people to shoot a pigeon flying in the sky with a bow and arrow, let alone such an accurate arrow to pierce the heart of the pigeon.

It is only as small as a fingernail, but it is not easy to shoot an arrow through the heart of a pigeon flying in the air, and cleverly control the angle of injection so that the arrow gets stuck there and suppresses the bleeding on the pigeon's heart wound!

That's no accident. That young man's archery skills are real.

------It's so authentic that it's worth taking a look.

It's actually not difficult to track. Bediwell followed the bloody smell left by the pigeons easily. However, the road along the way was more difficult than Arthur imagined. This place seemed to be in Sheernan

It is a remote and unknown corner of Tebao. The city wall here faces the towering terrain. Intruders cannot attack head-on. Moreover, there is a cliff opposite, with a moat below. Who would risk his life first?

Swimming across the moat, risking being discovered by archers, then climbing up the cliffs and smooth walls, and invading the castle from this side? It’s unrealistic even when you think about it. As a result, not only are there fewer patrols on this side of the city wall,

Many of the city walls are not as well repaired as those on the other sides.

The result is that the city wall is in a state of disrepair. There are potholes everywhere when walking on it. There are also many three-dimensional holes on the city wall that are unimaginable to ordinary people, which can be drilled in and out. The one who just hit the pigeon and ran away

The little ghost used this three-dimensional pothole to move, from one platform to another, from one hole to another hole, and walked a long way like this, and the route he took was particularly hidden. If it is physical

A normal adult would probably have to give up halfway through the chase because he could not get through those potholes smoothly. Fortunately, both Arthur and Bedivere are relatively small in size (the big white wolf is not small, but wolves are particularly good at drilling holes.

?), the kid can get through the road, Arthur can also get through it--at least barely.

"Ha ha ha ha------"

After wasting a lot of effort, Arthur climbed out of the last hole in the city wall panting, and finally reached an extremely private courtyard. There were high fences and walls covering the outside of the courtyard. Normally

If you don't search carefully, you may not be able to find such a place. As for whether this distance is part of the original design of the castle, or whether it was formed naturally because part of the city wall collapsed due to long-term disrepair, it is unknown.

Sniff, Bedivere's nose is moving.

"Woof." The big white wolf whispered to Arthur, seeming to have found something.

Arthur could actually smell it without Bediwell's prompting. The smell was so fragrant, how could he miss it unless there was something wrong with his nose? Fennel, rosemary, lemongrass, vanilla, various Asian

Spices that are named by Se, and even spices that cannot be named, all faintly exude their unique aroma. Originally, putting so many kinds of spices together should be a disaster, but strangely, maybe

It's because the people who cook the soup have the right amount of various spices, and these spices are wonderfully coordinated together to form a symphony-like aroma melody, which is incredibly harmonious.

The person who is cooking this soup is either a chef with astonishing talents, or a guy with terrible luck. Of course, there is also a possibility that the person slowly explored and concluded through hundreds and thousands of experiments.

This recipe comes out------and when adding the spices, use a precise measuring instrument to measure them before adding them. The portions must be exactly the same.

Could it be that the person cooking this soup is really the kid just now?

Full of doubts, Arthur walked around the bushes blocking his view and walked to the middle of the courtyard from one side.

There, there was a big pot in the open air. The child just put the big pot on an iron stand and heated it on the bonfire in the open air. As for the pigeons, needless to say, they had already been plucked, gutted, washed and cut.

It's time to put it into a big pot to cook pigeon meat soup.

So this pot of soup was indeed cooked by this kid. And he was the only one who could handle all the steps in such a short time and put all the ingredients in to make the soup. This kid is very nimble.

"Who?" The child saw someone walking out from the side of the bushes, and he couldn't help but said alertly: "You actually chased someone to a place like this. Let's talk about it first, I won't share the stew with you if you don't know me.

oh."

"I'm not so hungry that I want to snatch food from the hands of children." Arthur said angrily, and took a closer look: "Why are you hiding in a place like this to make soup?"

"Because it's past lunch time, according to the rules, snacks are not allowed in the castle, whether adults or children." The kid replied seriously: "That's why I have to hide and cook and eat secretly."

What kind of greed is this? The King of Knights wondered in his heart.

Arthur glanced into the soup pot again.

The pot of soup was very thin, and the bottom of the soup was a beautiful golden color. Reflected by the rising smoke and the sunlight pouring down from the sky, it seemed to have an angelic halo. Arthur could even see the boiling water in the bottom of the pot.

Pigeon meat and dozens of vegetables were floating around. It looked like potatoes and carrots. Maybe the kid stole them from one of the kitchens in the castle. The strange thing is that there were so many of them.

With all the ingredients and spices, why does this pot of soup still retain such a clear texture? Is it because during the soup making process, the child constantly carefully removed the impurities floating on the surface of the soup?

How much care and patience does that require?!

There are actually no other kitchen utensils around. The only tools this kid uses for cooking are this large soup pot, the large wooden spoon he currently uses to stir the soup, and the knife (used to cut open pigeons) on the stone table next to it.

The knife with a small amount of blood on the handle was even a bit blunt. It was hard to imagine how the child used such a dull knife to remove the feathers and internal organs of the pigeons, and then quickly cut the cleaned pigeon meat into pieces.

Chunks, thrown into the pot.

He has amazing archery skills and good cooking skills. It is really rare to find such a talent in this era. Even if he is just a brat.

It stands to reason that a person with amazing talent must also have amazing appearance. However, on the contrary, the young man in front of Arthur is actually just a very ordinary-looking young man. The young man with short black hair looks like most

The appearance of the British people is very similar. In short, he has a common face. The appearance is so ordinary that after Arthur took a look at him, it took him several seconds to still not be able to remember the appearance of this kid.

, so he took another look at the child. He recognized a few features that he could remember--and it was thanks to someone.

The kid looked familiar, but Arthur just couldn't place his resemblance to him.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face? Why are you staring at me?" The child asked as he felt uncomfortable being stared at by Arthur.

"Kid, you seem to be called... Verne, right?" Arthur suddenly asked: "Do you want to be my adjutant?"

"ha?"

"I asked you if you want to be my adjutant. I am serious." The knight king said: "You, me, plus Bedi, and then hire a few good mercenaries, and we will form a team to annihilate this people."

What is the name of the bandit that is infesting the area? ------[Bone Scavenger]?"

"You want me... to go with you... to suppress bandits?!?" The confused child asked tremblingly, barely letting the wooden spoon in his hand slip into the soup pot.
Chapter completed!