Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

A ray of sunlight suddenly appeared in the sky, splitting the remaining gray and black of the night.

The carriage moved forward slowly, the wheels ran over the stones, and the boy on the cloth bag shook three times.

Such bumps seemed normal to him, and he still had the leisure to enjoy the scenery along the way.

If you look carefully, the boy's eyes are actually loose, and there is nothing in his green eyes.

——Not just in a daze, Holly was indeed in a trance.

It is estimated that it has not been five hours since the rebirth.The smell of war, blood, corpses, etc. seems to be still wafting in the nose.

He was convinced that he was dead, but he didn't know why he would come back when he was 14 again.

It's like I can't figure out how I got here in the first place.

In general, Holly lived two lives, and the environment of the last life was divided into two different worlds.

He had just grown up when he crossed from Huaguo to another world; he had lived for more than ten years in the completely unfamiliar ancient western magic world that almost broke his materialism.

After all, things that only exist in fantasy works like this really happened to me, just thinking about it makes me feel like I took a big deal.

But now, even if Hawley is pointed at his nose and scolded for being ignorant, he still has to say "no" loudly, and even scolds himself at the time as an idiot.

Because at that time, not only did he feel that the experience of the other world was good, but also the soul of the middle school was burning, thinking that he would become a strong man and do a great job.

Facts have proved that the best treatment plan for the second disease in reality is to slap hard, and slap one fast and hard, until you have to compromise with it.

One of the many stupid things he did in his previous life was to pledge allegiance to the light camp.

The strong did it, and he got the honor he deserved.But he didn't expect that the price would be his life, and he would become a victim of political struggle.

Another big stupidity is going your own way.

Huo Li still remembered that his master, who was dependent on him in this different world, disagreed in every possible way when he found out that he wanted to join the Holy See of Light.

No matter how he tried to dissuade him, he couldn't stop Holly in the end, so he had to reluctantly agree.

Unexpectedly, this trip will be an eternal separation between heaven and man—shortly after leaving, the master encountered an accident.

When he received the news of Master's death, it was about a full week late.

The incident came suddenly and strangely, and the results of the Holy See's initiative to assist in the investigation were unsatisfactory. The truth is definitely not that simple.

It's not that he hasn't tried to investigate in private, but once he is about to touch the clues and find the key points, he will always interrupt the process due to various affairs.

It's not that he didn't think about leaving the Knights, but without certain strength and status, it would be more difficult to investigate.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

So until his death, he failed to find out the truth and avenge his master.

This is Hawley's biggest knot, and now that he is inexplicably back to his youth, he must seize the opportunity and prevent the tragedy from happening again no matter what.

Furthermore, a large part of the reason for Hawley's death on the battlefield in his previous life was caused by the light camp.

He's had enough of those nasty things, he can't do whatever he likes, even if he stays for a second longer, the place that belongs to the Holy See is disgusting.

Five hours ago, I woke up from the student dormitory of the Knight Order and lay down on the bed for a while.

Calculating the date based on memory, there was only one week left before Master's accident... so he packed his luggage without hesitation and fled in the dark.

In summer, the sun rises extremely fast, and in a short time, the light has soaked half of the sky.

Birds were singing in the woods in the distance, and Holly's eyelids gradually became heavy. After all, his body was still young; in addition, he didn't sleep all night last night, focusing on sneaking at night, and his body wasted too much.

He put his hands on the back of his head, lay flat on the car, greeted the businessman driving, smelled the fragrance of grass, trees and soil, and took a short rest.

The knights were built on the outskirts of the royal city, and the two places are very close.

Holly scratched his hair, turned over and jumped out of the carriage, and followed the queue to enter and exit the gate of the Royal City.

Judging from the sun in the sky, it was probably just noon.

When he came to the guard soldiers, he spread his palms, and a mark belonging to the status symbol of the royal city exuded a faint brilliance.

Entering the city gate, every time Holly took a step, his head grew bigger because of worry.

At that time, Master was so angry that he berated the light camp for three days and three nights, and couldn't eat or sleep well.

What should he do if he escapes unexpectedly?Going back in a daze, isn't it obvious that "I'm just here to trick you and help you add fire to the process of suffering from high blood pressure".

The situation is also very different - Huo Li's side is counted together with the previous life, and it has been nearly ten years since they met each other; but now it has only been about two weeks, and the master must still be angry.

As he walked through the streets, he thought about how to avoid a fat beating.

The city gate is not a long walk from home.

In the distance, there are "jingle bells and clangs", there are metal knocking sounds, and the front is Tieqi Street.

Such familiar, nostalgic, and debilitating sounds of iron hammering and shouting in broad daylight...

Holly wiped his face and unconsciously slowed down.

Many blacksmith shops were established door to door, and the two-story wooden houses upstairs were used by residents.Of course, there are also bakeries and flower shops interspersed among them.

"Hey, isn't this Holly! Boy, why are you back?"

Suddenly there was a sonorous and powerful greeting, which made Holly startled. He cast his gaze, and a woman with an apron around her waist and a cloth scarf on her head waved to him from across the street.

Before Holly could respond, the slightly rich woman hurried towards him, holding a large plate of steaming bread with one hand, and holding the woven plate with white cloth against her waist.

Her eyes narrowed into slits, she wiped her apron with her free hand, then ruffled Holly's hair.

"I'm back so soon, good boy, wait for my family to get some bread back."

As if remembering something, Irene shook her head, and said to her husband in the store: "Yino --- go and call Bobby, his child is back!"

Hawley was still busy taking the wooden sword he carried with him and knocking off the hands of the thief who was trying to steal the bread.As soon as I heard that I was going to call Master, I suddenly felt bad.

"Wait, Erin—"

"Come on, let me see... Oh my poor little Holly, I haven't seen you for a few days, you are hungry and thin."

The enthusiasm from a middle-aged woman, or an old acquaintance, is not only common in the whole world, but also in other worlds.

Holly was first pinched to look at it, and then he was clamped under Irene's armpit, and followed each other.

He was very grateful and helpless to be invited into the store and received a warm welcome.There are too many people on the market day, and the husband has called Master Bobby, and Erin has to go to the front.

Staring at his own reflection in the tea bowl for a while, Holly was already hungry, so he stopped being polite and picked up the brown bread and chewed it.

Because it is freshly baked food, the taste is better than usual, and the hardened bread is much softer. The hot noodles and hot water are mixed with the stomach, and the warmth soaks into the stomach.

Almost devouring, he slowed down and looked around, the childhood memories of the other world were brought back little by little.

It's all here, he has to do something to repay Irene's hospitality.

He was well looked after by the couple before going to the Knights.

It is one thing that regular customers mix with adults. The most important thing is that he once mentioned a little trick about baking, which made Irene's bakery famous in Iron Street.

Who doesn't like a lucky boy?Hawley swallowed the last bite of bread, clapped his hands, got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Irene, I'll make you something delicious!" He shouted familiarly, and there was a familiar response from outside.

It seems like it has been repeated countless times, but nothing has changed.

A lucky boy also needs a professional counterpart: Before time travel, Holly came from a family of brewers, and his parents teased him that he picked it from a wine barrel.

Hawley added with a smile at the time, saying that the wine barrel must be hidden in the back kitchen of the Chinese restaurant.

Generally speaking, he has studied Chinese food for a long time, and even got a chef certificate. Cooking is his specialty.

All the way back to the city this time, apart from sleeping, he kept thinking about whether he had been bewitched by something evil in his previous life, instead of opening a restaurant, he ran to be a great swordsman and paladin.

Not to mention "in order to improve the backward food culture in the overhead magic world" - in this big picture, just saving one's taste buds can also make good use of one's strengths, go to wine making, and become a cook.

Scooping some water into the pot, he squatted down to burn firewood, carefully controlling the temperature.

At first, I was not very proficient, because I haven't used the stove for a long time, so I slowly got started.

Holly also helped build this earthen stove. It can be said that his family and the Hunter family are the only ones in the entire Svia human kingdom.

He picked up some black tea leaves and put them into the bowl, tilted the kettle, and hot water gushed out of the spout, turning the dry tea leaves upside down.

Strange to say, tea is not scarce in this world.

It is said that there are planting lands on every continent. If you need tea of ​​a higher variety and quality, you can only ask the elves to purchase it.

Pour the washed tea into the pot and boil with water.Scoop in a few tablespoons of milk and stir gently with the spoon.

If there is white sugar, it can be stir-fried with tea leaves to make caramel milk tea.

After all, in someone else's home, no matter how generous Irene is, it's not easy to use this kind of more expensive sugar to make food.

Therefore, it is inevitable that the milk tea that comes out will have a milky smell.The conditions are limited, and it is almost enough to press it with honey.

The aroma of milk tea diffuses, intertwined and blended with the aroma of baked bread, full of warm taste.

Take a clean cloth towel to filter the tea leaves, and put several large bowls of milk tea on it.

He was holding the bowl in both hands, and just about to turn around, the light coffee-colored liquid in the bowl suddenly rippled, and the wooden window on the side opened wide at some point.

The temperature of the whole body dropped sharply, and the breeze carried a biting chill, as if the ice cubes that should have been in the severe winter suddenly appeared in the scorching heat.

A gust of wind hits from behind, straight down!

Holly dodged it, he glanced at the sharp blade on the lower left, the tip of the sword gleamed coldly.Only staying for such a moment, the knife light disappeared again.

The big sword pierced the air again, several quick attacks made Holly unable to turn his head, but he still recognized the owner of that piece of clothing while squatting down to dodge.

"Master, if you don't stop and the milk tea is spilled, then you won't have your share."

As soon as he blurted out, he realized that he finished speaking with a sob.

The whistling stopped there.

The two bowls of liquid in his hand swayed from turbulent waves to gradually returning to calm.He raised his head slowly, and the familiar face after so many years reappeared in front of his eyes.

Holly's eyes were red and filled with tears.

Bobby's eyes were red, and his eyes were full of anger.

Holly: ...

Well, he should have thought of this result long ago.

"What are you doing back here?" Bobby growled, "So you spent so much money signing up for some damn knight order, is it just for fun?"

So the point is the money spent? !

The cat pissed in vain, Holly thought sadly.

He forcefully held back his tears, and brushed past Master with a teasing smile: "The scenery there is not very good, and the most comfortable place is where Master is."

There was a sudden pain in his buttocks, and while he bent down to put milk tea, the master beat him with an epee.

"Grumpy."

In a corner that Holly couldn't see, Bobby's eye circles also turned red for a moment.

"Seriously—old man, I don't want to be a knight anymore, you just pretend that I was blinded by the magic of light at that time."

Calling back the familiar address, let his last trace of feeling of closeness and timidity dissipate in the coda.

In fact, Bobby is not old, at most he is older.

The middle-aged man in front of him had an epee on his waist, and the long sleeves of his loose shirt were rolled up by him, and the arm muscles above the elbow could almost burst the material of the shirt.

Only the white hair on the sideburns and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes can be seen the traces of him being polished by the years.

"I think you are not sober because you let milk tea fill your brain." Bobby said ruthlessly.

Holly was speechless, he had to reflect, why did he want to boast that this man is a mature and handsome old man?Obviously, he is a person who only spoils the scenery.

The sword that had just beaten the apprentice's ass was now attached to the wooden bowl: at a speed visible to the naked eye, the hot air no longer rose upwards, but instead turned into a cold air that spread outward and curled up.

This is Master's ice elemental magic.

Since it is a magical world, there must be some magical existences that almost shattered Hawley's materialistic worldview.

According to his experience in his previous life, the level of magic in this world is transitioning from low-level to middle-level—that is, the magic system is not perfect, and the penetration rate of all races is only about 30.00%.

Whether you can get magic is entirely up to you.Being born with it is one aspect, and the follow-up depends on how much potential you have.

Potentials are also very easy to know - spheres of light have now been invented that can test for such powers.

Like Holly, he is a non-chief in Ohuangli, and he is not very sensitive to magic.

Why so much emphasis on potential?Because this is linked to which element you will use in the future, and then develop according to your personal ability.

Unlike the Force, magic has been subdivided into basic elements: wind, earth, fire, water, ice, wood.

The above all depends on the natural affinity, God... Ah no, the magic god rewards.

But there are exceptions among the elements—light and dark.

Different from the basic elements that need to rely on luck to be born, these two elements are special in that they can be possessed through the source of magic, which is what they call "sacred gift".

To put it bluntly, beg for food from the magic god.

It's just that if you already have other elements favored, if you want to obtain special power, you must abandon the original element, and there is a certain probability that the overwrite will fail.

Unexpectedly, the God of Magic is also a warrior of pure love, insisting on guarding one-on-one relationships.For this point, even if Hawley doesn't believe in God, he must give it a thumbs up.

Cough... far away.

This time I went to the Knights of Light, and I also got the magic of light, which washed away the former flame elements.

This is the only thing that Hawley thinks is not a loss.

Because as a special element, it has its own unique features: Compared with other magics that are more inclined to physical attacks, light and darkness are more like spiritual healing and damage, and there is no shortage of defense and resistance capabilities.

Perhaps because the belief in the so-called "God" is not sincere enough, the potential is barely up to the standard, and in the end it can only be supplemented by strength.Holly thought.

"So—are you really planning to give up the 'Dream of Knights'?"

Bobby suddenly made a sound, took a sip of iced milk tea, and interrupted his wandering thoughts at the right time.

Hawley responded lightly: "Yes, it is better to open a tavern than to be a knight."

A mouthful of milk tea was sprayed out, and Bobby bowed his waist and coughed.Holly reluctantly stepped forward to help Shunqi, and the old man became even more startled.

"What did you say?...Ahem, are you serious?"

"Of course." Holly looked determined, and slowly clenched the fingers of the hand hanging by his side.

Not only did he want to regain his old career, but he also wanted to find out the truth about his master's accidental death that year.

And he also has to work hard to become stronger, protect the people he wants to protect, and not lose them for inexplicable reasons.

Bobby's eyes were complicated, he stared at his apprentice for a long time, and then said: "I know you have always been a bratty kid with your own opinions, so - just do what you want, you don't have to worry about the Knights, I will send a letter to you They try to explain."

Then he drank the milk tea in one gulp, and put the tea bowl in front of Holly.

Master meant to have another drink, how could Holly fail to realize.Pity him, a big man in his twenties, who was so sensualized that his tears almost burst out in a straight line.

He simply poured all the milk tea in his bowl to Bobby, in exchange for the old man's approving gaze.

Sitting at Irene's house for a while, the two went home together in the setting sun.

"Get in there yourself! A bunch of food-wasting bugs, don't force me to kick you!"

The sound of whipping and reprimands tore through the sky together, and the crow screamed mournfully, and it was unclear whether it was howling or laughing.

A row of people who looked like wandering spirits and were handcuffed moved slowly.

The skinny man with a whip next to him spat on the ground, his pupils were extremely small, the whites of his eyes were yellow, and when he glared, he looked like an evil spirit who had lived in a dark cave all year round.

An equally skinny woman kept her head down and followed the man closely without saying a word.

And the man is reaching into the bottom of the woman's skirt with one hand, kneading wantonly; the woman is like a puppet, at the mercy of others.

Hearing the cry of the crow, the man cursed and shouted: "Bad luck, bad luck! Why are there crows?! Damn it, did you bring it over?"

After finishing speaking, the hand holding the whip raised high, and with a "snap", it hit a group of things tightly wrapped in black cloth in the queue.Immediately, a crack opened in the black cloth.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, blowing through the gap, and two pieces of thin cloth were blown away—you could see from the outside that there was a piece of white bone inside!

The face of "it" was also completely covered, and it was impossible to see clearly what was under the black robe.

But the man seemed to be both disgusted and afraid of "it". He was merciless at the moment of whipping, but his eyes showed a trace of fear.

"Hurry up, let me go faster." The man continued, as if changing the subject, but didn't seem to care at all, "Don't delay tomorrow's market day!"

The "man" in black robe looked up, with the brim of his hat facing the crow.The crow seemed to have sensed it, and dropped the last hoarse cry like a sigh, flapping its wings and flying into the distance.

"It" made no sound other than the muffled groan just now because of the pain.

It grows to the bottom of the robe that drags the floor, and the tail-like chains pick up stones and dust, and move forward with a heavy load.

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The author has something to say:

Holly: ...Master, so love will disappear, right?

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The newcomer, very good, thinks that he is full of passion, and muster up the courage to show his spleen... No, confidence.

Thanks to all the masters who collect it, it is said that there is gold under my knees, but if I am in front of you, I will kneel loudly!beautiful!No one within a radius of [-] miles has a more standard posture than me!