Two silver dragons soared into the sky, circled in the sky over Nevis, and flew eastward. They would not participate in banquets or other banquets. Giving gifts in return to guests did not exist. Wedding rooms and so on...
I won’t show it to you!!!
Let’s go, go out and play! After staying in Nevis for so many years, I go to work every day, give lectures every day, go to the hospital every day, go to the research institute every day...
There isn’t even a weekend. In my previous life, I had to come to work due to hospital rules, but in this life, I see too many patients and too many students waiting for food, and I can’t bear not to come to work.
do not care!
Ignore it!
Anyway, now Ashu can live in the hospital. He can afford to teach, educate, treat and save people. He is more efficient than doing it himself. While he is getting married, give yourself a long vacation!
Go out and play!
"Grete, where should we go to play?"
"Let's go slowly! Except for the time we went to Ascan, we haven't been to the Old World yet! On this honeymoon trip, let's walk around one place and have a lot of fun!"
"OK!!!"
Anyway, after the "Hall Strait Agreement" was concluded, the pagans were able to walk freely in the old continent. On the surface, they did not dare to take action. Secretly, the two legends were walking together, and they could not defeat them!
Play, play, travel, have fun!
Grete and Cerela flew side by side across the Hall Strait, found a secret place near Ostend City, landed quietly, and returned to their human form.
After so many years, the city of Oostende has washed away all the flames of war and gunpowder, and has become bustling and prosperous. Cerela grabbed Gretel's hand and walked on the street, looking left and right, and couldn't see enough:
"Wow! The whole whale! - Grete, look, they actually dragged the whole whale to the port and killed it on the spot and sold it on the spot!!!"
While shouting, he already grabbed Gretel's hand and squeezed into the crowd regardless of his own safety. He held a gold coin high in one hand and shouted loudly like the surrounding citizens:
"Give me a piece of whale meat! Give me a piece! - I want the fattest piece on the right!!!"
Grete was pulled by her, stretched his neck, and looked around. There was nothing on the bow of the ship. There was nothing on the mast of the ship. There was nothing in the cabin. I didn't feel it. Could it be on the anchor?
There is a saying that it is really a pity to slaughter whales in the ocean, only take the whale oil, and throw away all the rest. If you can bring them back and kill them, the whale meat can provide meat for many citizens.
In the past, it was beyond our power to kill whales in the ocean. Now, we can drag live whales to the port. Has a new method of luring fish been invented?
Where is the directional whale lure? How does it work?
Before he could understand it, and just as he was about to use his energy to look for it, Cerira had already picked up a large piece of whale meat and happily dragged him out of the crowd. After turning around and around, he found a tavern by smelling the scent.
Slamming the whale meat on the table:
"Boss! Bring us a whale stew...or whale steak...or whatever!"
"okay!!!"
The boss rushed out of the kitchen, picked up the piece of whale meat wider than his shoulders and taller than his upper body with both hands, and rushed back to the kitchen. Serira took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath, trying her best to take a deeper breath.
Take a deep breath:
"Pepper... cloves... cardamom... cinnamon... chili... vanilla... Gretel, there are so many spices here!"
"Yeah... there are really many." Gretel has already begun to put bubbles on his head: he really doesn't like to put a lot of spices, and he always makes a hodgepodge.
Get some onions, get some ginger, remove the fishy smell, and eat the original flavor of the food. He likes it very much. Seven or eight kinds of spices are put in for free. Take one bite and the spicy taste will hit your nose. Take another bite and the peppercorns will numb your mouth.
Yes, why bother?
“Boss, put less spice!!!”
"It's okay, it's okay! Spices are cheap now!" The boss quickly chopped the whale meat into pieces, cut it into slices, marinated what should be marinated, and stewed what should be stewed. He asked a boy to watch the heat and came out to talk to the guests.
:
"In the past two years, a route has been opened to the New World. With magicians accompanying the ship, many risks can be avoided! The spices and sucrose shipped from the New World have increased many times, and the price has suddenly become cheaper!"
"Is it easy for a magician to find a job here?"
Gretel turned his head curiously. The boss nodded repeatedly:
"Easy to find! Easy to find! You can find it in all kinds of stores, workshops, and factories!
——Is the guest here with your wife looking for a job? There is an office of the Magic Council two blocks away. The white house is very conspicuous. You can see it at a glance!"
Grete and Cerela looked at each other and smiled. After a while, a white-robed priest from the Glorious Holy See walked into the tavern, looked around, and found a wooden stool against the wall to sit down:
"Boss, here's a piece of black bread and a glass of water."
"Here it comes!" The boss agreed loudly, walked quickly into the kitchen, and after a moment, brought out a tray:
"Pastor Farwell, the meal you requested. May the Lord of Light bless you!"
"Thank you."
The white-robed priest quickly tapped a few points on his chest, ejected two coins, and began to eat quietly.
Grete looked at him curiously for a while, until the boss brought out a large plate of fragrant whale steak, a basket of white bread and a plate of vegetables:
"Guest, you two want the whale steak. May the secret bless you!"
"Thank you!"
Gretel took the steak, glanced at the boss curiously, and then walked around him to glance at the white-robed priest opposite. The other person just turned around, looked at him, made sure, nodded slightly to him, and continued to lower his gaze.
Eat your own.
Huh?
"Is it okay to say 'secret blessing' in front of him?"
Grete hooked his fingers, and a wisp of breeze enveloped his voice and sent it to the boss's ear at the right time. The boss chuckled:
"It's okay, it's okay. None of our resident priests will fight with magicians over this - at most they will ask you for donations."
Sure enough, the priest finished eating quietly and sat down to drink water quietly without making a sound. When Grete and Cerira finished eating and paid, he turned back and observed carefully for a while, then walked over lightly:
"Dear Mr. Magician, please donate some money for the children! Our medical center is launching a 'cup of milk a day' project for poor hospitalized children. If you donate a copper coin, one child will be able to drink it.
To the milk!”
"Your hospital?"
Grete asked curiously. Pastor Fawell nodded vigorously, quickly took out a cuff with a red cross and put it on himself:
"Oak Grove Hospital Ostend Branch! Dear Mr. Magician, for the sake of Your Majesty the Master of Life, can you please donate some money for the child?"