Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: The Third Period of the White House Cooking Record
This seems to be a picnic site.
Because Lin Ruo found that he seemed to be grilling meat, and what he was grilling were some large wings of unknown species, which smelled very fragrant.
To be honest, even though Lin Ruo had already speculated about the memory he might recover before drinking the conspirator's potion, he was still a little confused when he saw the scene in front of him.
Wasn't it still a battlefield of great suffering and hatred last time? Why has the style of painting changed so much this time?
But memory is memory after all. No matter how confused Lin Ruo is and completely unable to understand the sequence of memory recovery, it will obviously not interfere with what has happened in the memory.
For example, at this moment, the black-haired angel in my memory was humming a song while baking the huge wings in his hands. Judging from the movements, he was obviously quite skilled. This was not the first time he baked something.
Lin Ruo, who had finally suppressed the desire to be confused and complain in his heart, naturally would not let go of this detail. He immediately listened carefully and found that the lyrics were quite vague. He could only vaguely hear the words "Little Crow" and "Little Red".
”, “big snake” and other words.
Lin Ruo: Ah this!
I'm afraid I'm not just making up a bunch of big guys' nicknames into a song and humming them here!
This made Lin Ruo's mood suddenly become subtle, but she also had a clear understanding.
The memory of him this time was obviously different from the previous times where he was indifferent to everything and his divinity completely suppressed his humanity.
This time in his memory, he seems to be closer to Lin Ruo's own character.
After all, Lin Ruo didn't think that a rational monster could do such a thing as turning other people's nicknames into songs and humming them. On the contrary, he could do such a thing himself.
Could this be the memory of the stage when I had stabilized my humanity?
Lin Ruo guessed, and at the same time observed the surrounding environment through the perspective of memory, he found that the place he was now seemed to be a garden, and he could see some retro-style buildings in the distance.
Opposite him in the memory, at the other end of the barbecue, sat a person who looked very familiar to Lin Ruo.
The other party seemed to be kneeling directly on the ground, and his excessively long silver-white hair spread a little on the green grass.
He is still wearing a simple linen robe, with a beautiful face and soft facial features. He is none other than the King of Angels, the "Tail-Eater" Ourolius!
Ah this!
Lin Ruo blinked his eyes and found that Ourolius seemed to be staring at the roasted wings in his hand in his memory, seemingly in a daze.
Then Lin Ruo heard his slightly helpless voice:
"Ourolius, you can't expect me to bake it for you every time, you have to learn to do it yourself!"
After hearing this, Ourolius raised his head slightly and looked at him without saying a word, just staring quietly.
Lin Ruo:......
Lin Ruo heard herself sighing and whispered, "I lost to you!"
"Then the old rule is, if you eat my barbecue, you have to give me luck."
Lin Ruo heard herself saying this, and Urolius on the other side nodded, his voice very soft:
"Can."
At this moment, someone put an arm on his shoulder, with red hair hanging down, and a wine glass filled with unknown wine was brought to his mouth. Lin smelled the strong aroma of wine.
"Come on, Xiao Hei, it's the man who drinks this drink!"
Without looking, Lin Ruo knew who was speaking.
In his memory, he obviously reacted immediately, then raised his hand to push the glass of wine away, and said angrily:
"Go away! Don't disturb me from doing my business."
"Hahaha, Xiaohei, have you admitted that you are not a man?"
Lin Ruo heard someone's arrogant laughter, and then in his memory he glanced at the angel who was leaning on his shoulder. The next second, the wine spilled on the floor, and a certain red angel fell directly to the ground, rubbing his hands.
There was a faint flash of lightning on his abdomen, and he himself seemed to have some opinions.
"Hey, Xiaohei, you are too cruel!"
"Pretend, keep pretending for me!"
In her memory, Lin Ruo obviously didn't buy it. Lin Ruo took this opportunity to glance in the direction of where Medici was and saw an old man sitting not far away from them, leisurely reading a book.
This is... Lin Ruo had some guesses in her heart, but her eyes had to follow her memory. Then Lin Ruo discovered that all the big wings on the barbecue grill were missing.
In his memory, he obviously discovered this and immediately locked onto the suspect.
"Amon!"
Probably because he was looking for Amon, he stood up at this moment in his memory and looked around, so Lin Ruo finally saw the whole picnic scene clearly.
There is a bare barbecue grill on the grass in the garden, with a blazing flame underneath.
Ourolius frowned slightly in front of the flames, probably because he was worried.
To Ourolius's left, the blond priest was chatting with the blue-haired man. Farther away, there was a table full of wine. Someone was lying on the table drinking. Lin Ruo looked down on him.
But you can see the exaggerated golden ornaments on his body that sparkle in the sun.
Medici, who had just been hit hard by him, was still sitting where he was, but he just adjusted his posture, as if he was waiting to enjoy the next "good show".
The old man who was reading still didn't take his eyes away from the book.
Immediately afterwards, the memory suddenly blurred. Lin Ruo couldn't help but feel confused, and found that the memory became clear again, but it seemed as if someone had pressed the fast forward button.
Lin Ruoneng saw that the big wings that had just been half-cooked and disappeared were back on the barbecue grill, and there was a young man sitting there on the lawn next to him who looked like a statue.
The young man wore a black classical mage robe, a top hat on his head, slightly curly black hair, and a monocle on his right eye.
Amon!
This Amon was obviously imprisoned and had to sit there like a statue. He even looked a little well-behaved, but he was quite lethargic.
Lin Ruo:......
Ah this!
Although it wasn't very good, at this moment Lin Ruo sincerely wanted to say to her past self, "Well done!"
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ruo found that he was looking at Medici in his memory.
"Where's Sasril? Didn't you just call him? Why hasn't he come yet?"
"Oh, you are talking about Him. Saslier said that He is not coming. It seems that the Lord has given Him a bunch of things to deal with temporarily." Medici seemed to have just remembered that he still had such a task, and then casually followed.
He waved his hand and got up again, as if he wanted to get a drink.
"It's okay to give me a bunch of things again..."
Lin Ruoneng felt that he seemed quite speechless in his memory.
"Whatever, he's been busy for more than a day or two. In your words, he's a social beast like the old 007." After getting the wine, Medici sat down next to Lin Ruo again and gestured to him again.
Wine, "Compared to this, Xiaohei, you really don't want to drink a glass?"
The scene ended abruptly here. Lin Ruo opened his eyes and saw the familiar alchemy room.
"call……"
He let out a breath, but felt inexplicably a little disappointed.