The heavy rain was mixed with fine ice beads, which pounded on the windows of the castle.
The blackened fireplace had already been lit, and sparks splashed from time to time, causing the fiery red light and shadow to sway.
All the servants have been given leave by Yarrow. At this time, there is a strange round table in the living room, with a strange kettle placed on it. The charcoal fire is placed in the middle of the kettle, and the thick soup is placed in the iron sheet surrounding it. It was constantly boiling under the burning charcoal fire, emitting a pungent fragrance.
Various cut foods were placed in other places, and Yaro put them into the soup one by one.
Vegetables don't need to be kept for long, as too old will destroy the vitamins in the vegetables, so Yaro quickly scooped up the fresh vegetables, dipped them in the dipping sauce, and swallowed them in one bite.
"Fufufu...breathe! It's so hot!"
He shouted that it was hot, but Yaro swallowed it down.
After the vegetables are eaten, those paper-thin pieces of meat are almost ready to eat.
Pick up the meat slices and wrap them in spicy dipping sauce. The temperature of the dipping sauce can quickly cool down the meat slices and reach the right palatable temperature.
Facing these delicacies in his memory, Yaro ate with great joy.
But at this moment, there was a person behind him who was causing great harm to the scenery.
Dylan reminded with a worried look:
"Lord Yaro, there are still more than two months until the sowing day, and even longer before the harvest. We were in too much of a hurry when we came here. The grain transferred was calculated, and it will be just enough to support the harvest. day."
"But since you came back from going out, you have cooked too much delicious food. In the past seven days, everyone has to eat half a bowl of more food every day. Food is already very tight. You have held another celebration party today. Food consumption will become even more exaggerated, and later on, there may be a huge food shortage."
"It's a festival, it's normal, I always want to make everyone happy." Yaro replied disapprovingly.
"A holiday? What holiday?"
Dylan was startled for a moment and suddenly came to his senses.
"Is it a festival in your hometown?"
Dylan said bitterly:
"Lord Yaro, you can't eat like this even during the holidays. Now they are eating happily and very full, but before the harvest season comes, they will be hungry."
Wow!
Dazzling gold coins fell on the round table, which immediately drew Dylan's attention.
Ding!
A gold coin flew higher and higher, and was soon caught by a pair of clean palms.
Yaro put down the bowl and chopsticks, played with the brand new gold coin, looked at Dylan with a half-smile, and said playfully:
"You have money, but you still can't sell food?"
"Sir..." Dylan hesitated.
Yaro waved his hand, picked up the bowl and chopsticks again, and said angrily: "Take the money and go out, and find a way to buy food yourself. Don't bother me with this kind of thing."
It's rare to take a break, and his good mood will be disturbed by him.
It is definitely better to ask Dylan to come forward to buy food. After all, Dylan was trained under Claire. He must know the distribution of the surrounding situations better than Yaro. Rather than letting Yaro try randomly without knowing anything, , it’s better to just leave it to him.
What's more, isn't that what housekeepers do?
After Dylan went out, the spacious living room was quiet, but Yaro felt that the hot hot pot in front of him had lost its previous smell.
When others are around, you feel annoyed by others. When others leave, you feel resentful that there are no more fireworks around you.
"Maybe... this is a contradiction?"
Some scenes in his memory couldn't help but emerge. Yaro put down the bowl and chopsticks again and looked around hesitantly.
——Now, should I watch something?
In my memory, it gets uglier every year, but the program that is indispensable every year is no longer available, so what else can I watch?
Let the servants come up and perform some shows?
Feeling the silence in the castle, Yaro finally gave up the idea.
In this world without electric lights, ordinary mortals go to bed earlier, so there is no need to disturb others now.
"By the way, isn't there a recording stone?"
"How about...just watch that one?"
Yaro knows the contents of the recording stone better than anyone else, but when he saw it at the market before, it felt a bit strange. It was a bit like watching a war movie, but also like watching a blockbuster with explosions and roars, especially because he was on it. The protagonist also has a strong sense of substitution and novelty.
"Anyway, I haven't seen all the scenes. I just want to check which of my methods are exposed, which aspects need to be covered up, and which moves have obvious power accumulation and need to be blocked when using them later."
With this thought in mind, Yaro reached out to touch the space ring in his hand and took out the recording stone from it.
With the injection of magic power, the first thing that caught the eye was a strange cloud layer, and a clear girl's voice also sounded: "It's not adjusted yet, I need to get closer."
"Come a little closer...yes, right now, it's too big again, pull it back a little..."
With the girl's voice, the picture continued to change, and the situation above the clouds became clearer.
"Is she the one who recorded it?"
Yaro was thoughtful, but quickly put this thought aside and turned to look at the image seriously.
…
In the picture, a pair of bright eyes that seemed to be bursting with intense light were first revealed.
Then the screen quickly zoomed out, revealing a figure wearing strange black armor. He was carrying a strong air current and was quickly swooping towards a floating island surrounded by clouds and mist.
"Chirp——!"
A piercing cry suddenly exploded, and layers of thick clouds and mist exploded, forming circles of mist behind the black shadow, and then slowly dissipated.
boom!
The crystal heavy sword held by the black-armored warrior suddenly burst out with sparks, and then quickly expanded into a strange heart-shaped fireball. Countless surging hot flames spurted out for half a circle, and were in turn sucked in by the strange sphere in the center of the heavy sword. , the color of the flame continued to deepen, gradually forming a strong and dazzling white flame giant arrow!
Many of them were driven by the strong flames, and a thick mist surged from the tail of the heavy sword, leaving a straight thin line in the sky.
…
Yaro chewed the mutton, nodded with satisfaction, and commented: "Is this the scene from a distance when the demon phoenix destroys the world? The power is indeed terrifying!"
"However, the charging time of this move is too long, and it is too obvious before it is released. It is easily discovered by the enemy. It is difficult to achieve this effect at other times."
"One more thing... this move also consumes too much fire stone. The charge just now consumed at least half of the fire stone, which will also lead to the subsequent use of fire and charged fire. When the time comes, the power will be greatly reduced.”
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