Miles looked at the goose cage with embarrassment.
He is the youngest among this group of people. He has just turned 15 years old after the New Year. He is small and has short arms, but the goose in front of him is not small——
There is a whole wall, one row at the top and one at the bottom. There are ten cages in total, and each cage contains two or three geese. Some are white, some are gray, and some are brown. They are flapping their wings, holding their heads high, and squawking.
he yelled.
"Which one to pick?"
Corian, who had broken through the second level this time, was still asking him with a smile. Miles was full of resentment and glared at him:
Who doesn’t know who they grew up with?
I don’t know how to choose, but you will?
Everyone is a magician, who has raised geese by hand? Whose geese need to be picked by hand? If you want to eat foie gras, don't you have to eat it out, or else the cook at home will give you an order and it will be available that night?
"Miles, hurry up!" Anthony also clapped and cheered. The chef had already gone back to work. Although the restaurant owner was smiling and his fat belly was wrinkled, he had no intention of smoothing things over. Miles
He gritted his teeth and looked around.
"Which of you brought processed leather?"
"No way, Miles, it's just to catch a goose, you also need to put on the mage armor!"
The young mages laughed loudly. Processed leather is the casting material of mage armor, and everyone is familiar with it. However, catching a goose requires such a big battle?
Miles's face was red, and he could only do the next best thing, and cast a shield spell on himself. He used the invisible shield to touch a goose cage, pulled out the latch, and opened the cage door a little -
“Quack, quack, quack—!”
Immediately, a big goose poked its head out. Its long snow-white neck stretched and contracted, and its long orange beak licked the back of Miles' hand.
The shield technique is equivalent to a shield hanging in front of you. It can protect the front but not the sides. The goose moves so fast that Miles has no time to react...
"Ouch——"
Miles was about to burst into tears. When the white goose nuzzled and twisted, a streak of purple appeared on the back of his hand. The white goose continued to quack and flap its wings threateningly. When it screamed, dozens of geese in the cage
At the same time, they shouted in cheers, and for a while, feathers flew around, deafening. Even the chickens and ducks on the other walls started squealing.
Miles was too late to withdraw his hand. If the barbarian hadn't stepped forward and grabbed the goose's neck near the head, judging from the look on his face, he probably would have received another bite.
Gretel huddled back and laughed secretly. A magician, a pure magician, without a full set of magic blessings, whose physical combat power is higher than 0.5 goose? If he hadn't nipped in the bud, stabbed Bernard to the rescue.
, as soon as the goose cage was opened, three or five big geese flew out...
All of us except him should be wiped out.
"Huh... thank you, thank you so much!" Miles escaped and thanked him and Gretel repeatedly. The young mage looked at the barbarian's thick arms with envy and asked Gretel:
"Let him choose for me?"
"I'll do it myself." Gretel smiled and walked forward slowly. Miles' eyes widened: "You?"
His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and even the wings of his nose were opening subconsciously, and a series of round circles were outlined on his face. He subconsciously looked at the goose cage, then at Grete, looked up at his face, and lowered his head.
Look at the palms and shoes. Gretel doesn't need to release a "detection thought" to know what the other person is thinking:
Maybe he comes from the countryside and is good at catching geese?
"I have a magic that might work, and I want to give it a try." Gretel walked around to the goose cage, bent down to take a look, then turned around and commanded Bernard:
"Bring that basket over here."
"You come and catch the goose."
It was about magic. Two second-level mages and several first-level mages stood in a row, holding their breath for fear of disturbing Gretel. The hut was low and dark, and there were dots of duck and goose droppings on the ground. These people didn't care.
Standing on tiptoes, stretching out his neck, he put on a posture of "singing to the sky" to watch Gretel cast a spell——
Gretel's movements are much more leisurely than those of Master Miles.
After all, there was a barbarian with high defense and high health. He grabbed the white goose's neck with one hand and held the wings with the other hand, and brought the white goose's undulating chest to Gretel. Not only did Gretel not have to worry about being attacked, he also felt that the casting angle was
If you feel uncomfortable, you can also instruct the followers to lift up a little, lower down a little, etc...
"so comfortable."
"It's great to have a following."
"Is this person at least above level five? Can you afford it?"
"Well……"
The young mages were whispering, watching Gretel stretch one hand into the rattan basket, and sink the other hand deeply into the chest of the white goose, pressing it into the puddle of soybean oil on the goose's belly. Move, move, with his eyes half-opened and half-closed.
He looked like he was concentrating on meditation. After a moment, he withdrew his fingers:
"Change one."
"Get another one."
"Get another one."
"Well... this one is quite fat. Bernard, mark it down for me. I may look at it again later."
"Give me another one..."
Gretel looked faster and faster, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was in a happy mood. Geese are different from rabbits. In order to cooperate with the magic experiment, those rabbits have been treated with one or even several rounds of treatment, and they are all in good health. And these geese,
In order to eat foie gras, the goose was deliberately fattened and had a big fatty liver!
He was not yet familiar with the first and second ones. It took him a long time to find the location of the foie gras, and he was not familiar with what fatty liver looked like under the magic B-ultrasound. Starting from the third one, at least the foie gras was abnormally enlarged.
He can tell the difference at a glance...
Well, this foie gras is too small and definitely not fat.
This one has an irregularly distributed slightly high echo in the liver, which is just a focal fatty liver. The fat is unevenly gained and probably not tasty.
This one... oh oh oh, the echo of the liver parenchyma is diffusely and intensively enhanced, and the far-field echo is significantly attenuated! Diffuse fatty liver!
The fattest one I have seen so far, let me see how its blood vessels are, whether they are twisted or compressed...
Well, the shape of blood vessels is normal, but the clarity is reduced, which means it is not a liver tumor or anything, but just fatty liver!
Gretel was very happy to observe. Taking advantage of the opportunity to choose the fat goose, he watched all the fatty livers in various degrees in one breath. Lucky! So cool! If he hadn't seized this opportunity, he would have wanted to see this
There is so much fatty liver, I don’t know how many patients need to be examined to collect enough cases!
He is unfamiliar with the place here and has no source of patients... Of course he can ask Elder Wood for help, but most of the patients treated by the Natural God Church are poor. If he wants to find so many fatty livers, he may not be able to get them all next year.
?
Grete was beaming with joy. Anthony stood aside, seeing his joy from the bottom of his heart, and couldn't help but push Corian, who was treating today:
"Hey, why is he so happy?"
"I don't know... maybe you like to eat foie gras? Are you happy when you pick a fat enough goose?"
"It doesn't look like it...the foie gras was just served, and I didn't see him being very interested..."
"Maybe the foie gras isn't fat enough?"
"That makes sense... When the foie gras comes out later, put it in front of him first!"
The two second-level mages whispered. Grete brushed all the white geese happily, compared the fatter ones again, and selected the two livers with the largest volume and the lowest echo under B-ultrasound examination, showing diffuse
Fatty liver:
"Just these two! Foie gras is the fattest!"
Twenty minutes later, Gretel faced the fragrant and oily pan-fried foie gras in front of him, which was twice as oily as the previous one. He was suspicious of life...