Jonah deeply felt that time was running out. He put the hourglass on the bedside and while talking to everyone, he stared at the quicksand flowing away. Every time he turned the hourglass upside down, it proved that another half hour had passed and the time was far from the predicted moment.
More nearly thirty minutes.
Toba prepared a bowl of dark red viscous liquid food for him, brought it to him with a smile on his face, scooped up a spoonful with a silver spoon, and said diligently: "Sir, if you want to regain your strength, you should eat this kind of food.
It’s the best! My dad and I have been eating two big bowls of it every night since we were little, so that we can recover from the day’s fatigue, build muscles, and cultivate our spirit, so that we can grow stronger!”
Jonah smelled a strange aroma. He could roughly distinguish the smell of uncooked minced meat, milk, oats, wine and tomatoes, but he couldn't guess the intestine-shaped thing hanging on the side of the silver spoon.
Out of that animal.
"Toba, thank you for your kindness, but we don't have much time. I need to understand what I have missed during this time, and I need to understand what kind of tasks we will face tomorrow. So... give me a little more water, a few
Just a piece of dry bread will be fine." Jonah waved his hand and declined.
"No, no, you must eat it all. After eating it, take a rest. There is still a long time before sunset." Farmer Bazelar stared at the patient's face with shining eyes.
"I...I think I'm not hungry yet." Yona swallowed. Even though he hadn't eaten for many days, the inexplicable and strange semi-liquid content in the bowl was still difficult for him to accept, and he felt sour and acidic.
"Your stomach is a liar. Sir, the little thing in your stomach has not touched food for so long that it has forgotten the taste of food. You must show your authority, for example, - eat up this nutritious bowl
The 'Mushroom Farm' brand meat porridge." The head of the room said stubbornly.
"...What if I order you?" Jonah raised his face and glared (imitating the look of a noble gentleman in knight novels).
"Do you agree to canonize me as your retinue knight?" Toba's expression immediately stiffened.
Trembling, he took off the hat on his head with his right hand, holding the bowl of porridge in his left hand, and slowly knelt down on one knee in front of Jonah's bed. Even though he was kneeling on the ground, Toba was still taller than the astrologer leaning on the edge of the bed.
There were too many apprentices. Jonah looked up at the face of the headmaster and sighed weakly. He turned to look at Elliot for help.
The Rose Knight stood not far away, coughed slightly and said: "According to the "Continental Code" revised in 2299 of the Continental Calendar, members of the five major guilds do not need to apply for the appointment of squire knights, but in order to ensure the purity and purity of the title of 'knight'
Glorious, the regulations are as follows:
First, the canonization ceremony needs to be held in the morning light, no later than two hours after sunrise; secondly, the canonization ceremony needs to have a witness from the Anglican Church of Divine Blessing officiating, if not, a witness from the Viscount or above or a Grand Knight.
Witness; third, the retinue knight should be given a family coat of arms. If the person who is canonized does not have a family coat of arms, he must apply to the Royal Affairs Administration (or an institution of the same nature) in the country where he is located. Therefore, we think that even if Lord Jonah wants to
Mr. Room Chief, you can’t complete the recruitment at the moment.”
"Huh..." Yona patted his chest. In a blink of an eye, he saw tears in the corners of the room leader's eyes and a sad expression with angry eyes. He stretched out his arms and barely reached Toba's shoulders. He patted him twice and said, "There will be a chance."
Yes, Toba. One day, when I have status, strength and family crest, I will let you have all these too. The vacancy of the knight knight will always be reserved for you."
"Sir..." The rugged man from the Bazeral Mountains lowered his head and kissed the back of Jonah's hand, wrinkled the bridge of his nose and tried not to let tears fall.
Jonah didn't expect that a promise he didn't necessarily take seriously could have such an effect. He couldn't bear to look at it any longer. He held his breath, scooped up a spoonful of the sticky porridge, and slowly put it into his mouth with the feeling of sacrificing for his friends.
It tastes surprisingly good.
"It's delicious!" Jonah's eyes lit up. He took the porridge bowl and swallowed it. He felt that the hot porridge flowed into his body like a river of lava from his throat, filling his empty stomach and intestines. The heat spread into his limbs and bones, making him feel uncomfortable.
The weak body suddenly became full of vitality.
He snorted the hot air and asked vaguely: "What material is it made of?"
"You're the only one who wants to know." Xibi interjected from the side.
"Sir, the main ingredient is of course the blood of the Bazeral Mountain Lizard. Without it, the porridge will become devoid of energy at all! Then add the meat and offal of the jerboa, a large amount of ale, milk, oatmeal, and tomatoes.
, pepper... What's particularly good is that now is the season for jerboas, so the ovaries of these little mice..." Toba looked a little excited.
"Ahem." Elliot coughed twice quickly, interrupting the room leader's narration, "Then let's continue talking about what happened during this time."
Jonah closed his mouth tightly to ensure that the horrible food would not be ejected from his abdominal cavity, and nodded gratefully to the Knight of Rose.
"There are no rules for how to sell Cherry Ferry tickets. It all depends on Dad's mood. Thirty-five tickets (each containing seats for three people) were sold at auction in October last year, so all of them were acquired by wealthy businessmen and nobles.
It is worth mentioning that the ferry tickets from the ferry on the south bank of the Holy River, Shirlington, to the northern mainland are always priced and sold on a first-come, first-served basis. Therefore, Miss Longji and we spent all our assets to buy the tickets to come here.
.”
"Shortly after Mr. Jonah fell into coma, Dad announced the bidding principle for this spring's boat tickets: win the bid. In short, Dad opened the 'Twilight Arena' near the river bank at the southern end of Cherry Ferry and held twenty-three games.
In the winning competition, the boat ticket (each ticket includes seats for four followers) is the prize for the winner of each game.
To compete in a team format, there is no limit to the number of participating teams in each game. All Cherry Crossing guest privileges within the dusk arena will be reset to zero. There are no rules. After the two-hour bidding time is over, the team holding the subject matter becomes the champion; or
The team that eliminates all other teams before the time expires becomes the champion."
"A lot of people will die." Jonah covered his mouth and shuddered.
"Based on the approximately 120 teams in Cherry Crossing, there will be no more than four teams participating in each championship. If you make the right choice to avoid strong teams, Pitchfork has a high possibility of winning a victory.
We and Miss Long Ji need a ticket back to the southern continent, because the person we are looking for is said to have returned to the south; thanks to the help of the room chief, Miss Sibi and Jekong, they risked their lives and participated
This was a championship match that was unnecessary to participate in.”
Toba blushed and touched the back of his head.
"We participated in the sixth championship game. As expected, the first four games were all won by strong teams in the V-level room with an overwhelming advantage. The level of the fifth championship game dropped sharply. In the end, the 'Sick Dog' led by Jeffta
'The team won the game, - we believe that Sick Dog was hired by Mr. Dan to participate in the game. In the sixth game, the Pitchfork team faced three teams: 'Incisor' in room G7, 'Broom Star' in room M19 and the new team in room A61
The nameless team.”
"Wait a minute, I remember room A61..." Yona rubbed his nose and recalled.
"Yes, Sir Jonah. The original 'Flint' team in room A61 was jointly attacked by three teams and wiped out before the rent payment date. Then Dad vacated the room and arranged for three new tenants to move in. These three people established
We formed an unnamed team and participated in the championship competition. Not estimating the strength of strangers was the biggest mistake of our entry strategy, and we need to apologize for this. ——Elliot needs to apologize for this." Regarding the inconvenience of personal pronouns
For precise usage, the Knight of Rose will provide special corrections.
"So, what happened?" Jonah asked nervously.
Elliot and Toba looked at each other, neither of them seemed to be willing to speak.
"Yes, yes, that one!" Xibi suddenly jumped up and said, pointing to his chest.
"This is not a good idea, little grasshopper." Long Ji sat at the end of the bed and denied.
Xibi sat down aggrievedly, lowered his head and secretly winked at the Knight of Rose.
Elliot looked at Long Ji with questioning eyes. The Oriental woman sighed and spread her hands.
"What the hell!" Yona said anxiously as he saw everyone playing riddles with each other. "As a member of the team, I have the right to know everything!"
"...Of course, Lord Jonah." Elliot nodded. He reached out and took out something from the leather pouch on the lower right side of the armor and bent down to hand it over.
Jonah took it in his hand doubtfully, and took a closer look. It was a small stuffed white mouse toy, complete with beard and tail, lifelike, and two ruby eyes shining brightly reflecting the human figure.
"Rat?" Jonah was puzzled.
"Punjabi animal spirits. Do you remember? There is a shop specializing in selling this stuff in Sukasa Canyon. It is a specialty of Punjab Province, a Buddhist country in the southern continent. It is made by sealing the souls of dead animals in corpse specimens using secret techniques. This little
The thing can record about three hours of image information. It was a souvenir that Ms. Rose secretly gave to the head of the house before she left." Long Ji said and glanced at Toba. Toba blushed as always and rubbed his head.
.
Jonah had just overcome the discomfort caused by the blood porridge, and was disturbed by the corpses of animals with souls.
He held the mouse carefully and asked: "I have an impression. It is said that only a Brahmin who is a master of spiritual cultivation can activate the recording function of the Punjabi beast spirit and read the images."