"It turns out that Master Evan is preparing intermediate magic. He didn't mean to watch the show from the sidelines. And has he even mastered intermediate magic? It's really amazing!" Eva's eyes brightened again when she looked at Evan. Disappointment swept away, he looked at Mag and said: "That's it, why do you, an outsider, have the right to point fingers at our Rose Mercenary Group? How could Master Evan be the kind of person you said!"
Mag glanced at Eva. This woman was hopeless. She was sold and yet she happily counted money.
"Okay, let's leave it like that. Let's continue on the road. We have to arrive at Misty Valley before noon." Sivir stood in the middle, looked into Eva's eyes and said seriously: "Eva, it was Mr. Mag and the others just now. I saved you, and I should repay my kindness. This is the basic character of a mercenary, and it is also the code that our Rose Mercenary Group has always adhered to. I hope you can still remember it."
"I..." Eva looked at Sivir's eyes, opened her mouth, and finally lowered her head.
Evan glanced at Sivir, then turned around and got on the carriage. He glanced at Mag fiercely from the corner of his eye, and also closed his eyes and said nothing.
Other mercenaries also got on the carriage, and no one commented on this unpleasant episode.
"Brother Mag, do you want me to help you take off this mink? I'm good at this." Sam walked up, looked at Mag and said with a smile.
"I won't bother you, Brother Sam. As a chef, I'm quite good at this." Mag smiled and shook his head. For Sivir's sake, he didn't bother to continue talking. Scumbags and bitches hurt each other. What does it have to do with him? He pulled out the sharp butcher's knife from his waist. The tip of the knife wandered over the Purple Mink's body. He quickly peeled off a intact mink skin. There was no blood on the fur. The back There is no excess flesh and blood on it.
The golden fur was soft and smooth, not prickly at all. A bright purple line extended from the middle to the tail, spreading to both sides, glowing with a bright metallic luster.
The price of an ordinary purple-gold mink fur in the market is about 500 gold coins, while the price of such a perfect mutated purple-gold mink fur is at least a thousand gold coins, or even higher.
Mag was also very short of money. He would earn hundreds of thousands of copper coins less by taking a day off in the restaurant, so he would not be polite to such an unexpected fortune.
"It's amazing. It's cleaner than mine. It's no problem to sell it directly. It will definitely fetch a good price." Sam looked at the mink fur in Mag's hand and admired it. He took a water bag and rinsed it for Mag. A hand and a knife.
"Thank you." Mag climbed onto the carriage with the mink and the skinned purple ermine, hugged Amy again and sat down in the corner. The carriage continued to drive forward along the road.
Eva glanced at the torn and bloody purple ferret, and subconsciously retracted her legs. There was a bit of fear and worry in her eyes. What would she do if this guy forced her to eat this scary big rat? OK.
"Brother Mag, when you brought this purple golden ferret up, are you planning to eat it for lunch today?" Dennis asked curiously.
"I have this plan, but a lady just said that if the ugly duckling can catch this mouse, she will eat it alive, so I want to ask this lady's thoughts first, and then I can decide whether we have a good meal. You can eat it, after all, she made the reservation first." Mag looked at Eva with a smile, as kind as the uncle next door who asked you if you wanted to eat fruit: "Are you right, Miss Eva?"
But this smile looked like a devil's smile in Eva's eyes. The bloody look of the skinned purple mink made her want to gag. Even if it was done, she didn't want to touch it, let alone eat it raw. What she regrets most now is what she just said.
"I don't want it, I don't want to eat this terrible thing." Eva shook her head and refused with a slightly pale face.
"Small flat-chested lady, you disappoint me so much. How can you keep your words and not keep them true? I also want to know whether this big mouse tastes good when eaten raw." Amy looked at Eva with a disappointed expression while holding the ugly duckling.
Eva's face turned red, but compared to eating raw purple fern, losing a little face was nothing, so she insisted on shaking her head.
"Looking at it this way, we are in for a treat at noon today." Mag said with a smile, looking at the plump purple golden mink with the same expectation.
In his previous life, he had eaten roasted bamboo rat, and the rich and delicious taste still left a deep impression on him. The meat quality of this purple golden mink was obviously better than that of bamboo rats. If it was roasted, it would taste good.
With countless practices in the God of Cooking training ground and the control of heat and seasonings, Mag is now confident that he can grill different kinds of meat. Although he may not necessarily be able to make it as top-notch as grilled beef skewers, it should be It wouldn't be too bad.
"This is the first time I've heard of roasted marten, but there are ten of us here, and one marten may not be enough to eat. How about we get some more prey on the road later. What do you think we need?" Dennis looked at it. Mag said with a smile.
"If possible, it would be beef." Mag said without hesitation.
"Can ordinary bison also work?" Sam asked aloud.
"Okay." Mag nodded.
"That's easy. There is a bison ridge on the way to Misty Valley. The most abundant bison there are bison. I will get one for you then." Sam said with a smile.
"That's good work." Mag's eyes lit up. The biggest advantage of traveling with an experienced hunter was that he knew exactly where the prey was.
The ugly duckling lay in Amy's arms for a while, then climbed on the purple and gold mink skin and rolled around. It seemed that he liked the mink skin very much, or he was showing off his trophy.
When passing a mountain ridge, Sam stopped the carriage and took Dennis into the forest with him. Not long after, Dennis came out of the bushes carrying a big black bison with four legs tied up. The bison stared with a pair of frightened eyes. He was so stunned that he didn't dare to move on Dennis's back.
"Captain, the Misty Valley is not far ahead. How about we go there after lunch." Dennis threw the bison to the ground and looked at Sivir and said.
"Alright." Sivir glanced at the big bison. It would probably take a lot of time just to deal with the cow.
"There is a mountain spring in front, let's deal with the cow there." Mag stood up and looked around, pointing to a mountain spring not far away on the roadside and said, a small stream slowly flowed by the roadside, There is a large pool at the mouth of the mountain spring, and the clear spring reflects the blue sky.
"Okay." Dennis lifted the bison with one hand and walked toward the spring.
The carriage also drove forward and stopped by the mountain spring.
"Brother Mag, do you need us to help you kill this cow?" Dennis kicked over the bison that was trying to get up, looked at Mag and said with a smile.
"No need. If you can, just help me get some dry firewood. Leave the rest to me." Mag shook his head, jumped off the carriage and walked towards the bison, holding down the horns of the bison that was shaking its head. , the cattle slaughtering knife held in his right hand wiped the bison's neck cleanly, blood spurted out, and he raised his eyes to look at Evan sitting on the carriage.
Evan also happened to look at Mag, and their eyes met in mid-air. He felt that his heart seemed to have stopped for three seconds. In his eyes, he felt murderous intent. It was clear that it was just a cow that died, but he let him There was an inexplicable fear.
"Eva, aren't you going to get out of the car?" Sivir jumped off the carriage and looked at Eva sitting in the corner and asked.
"I will eat dry food at noon today. I will never eat rat meat, let alone the food made by that guy." Eva shook her head and said decisively.
