Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

Artoria was overjoyed to have someone help her with government affairs.

Yinglin, who had made significant contributions, took the initiative to help her.

There are no dirty industries, only a thriving magic capital, where anyone innocent can learn magic from Morgan's published education.

It's unacceptable to be guilty.

"Don't talk about morality with thugs and hooligans, just send them all to do hard labor."

Yinglin has always been extreme in this regard; he dislikes groups that disrupt public safety.

"it is good."

"Once the security situation is improved, we need to consider the economy and employment. Fortunately, you're not going to fight the white dragon and monsters, so you don't need to worry about that."

"Ah."

Artoria listened attentively and carefully noted down every detail.

Actually, Yinglin's skill level isn't that great, but he can boost the economy and public security.

They also used magic as a lure, subtly raising the moral standards of the public.

In military matters, Artoria alone is enough.

Ordinary soldiers are mainly responsible for maintaining order and clearing the battlefield; they are hardly expected to fight.

It took two whole hours to pack everything up.

"Phew, finally done."

Yinglin leaned back in his chair and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Feeling like she was being manipulated by a machine, Artoria quickly ran to make tea, handed it to Yinglin, and said gratefully.

"Thank you, Mehr. I see a different quality in you, not for personal gain, but simply for the sake of making Britain better."

“That’s normal, because I’m not very interested in power itself. What attracts me are magic knowledge and martial arts.”

Yinglin drank it all in one gulp, but felt the taste wasn't very good, so he took out the tea that Morgan had given him.

"Come on, try these."

"Um...me."

Artoria was a little embarrassed; how could she possibly like drinking tea?

"You'll find out later."

Not just tea, but milk too.

These things are not available to Yinglin; they are all produced by Morgan.

When the beverage, which was similar to modern tea milk, was created by Yinglin, Artoria swallowed hard with excitement.

If it weren't for the royal etiquette that told her not to be too rude, she would have rushed forward long ago.

"Give."

"Thank you."

"Oh dear, how many times have you said that today? Don't be shy with me."

Yinglin patted her on the shoulder, which brought Artoria, who was becoming increasingly like a country bumpkin, back to her original state, and she answered firmly.

"Yes."

Treat food like an enemy; analyze it calmly and proceed slowly.

"Let's try this one too, I haven't had it in a long time."

"what?"

Artoria took a small sip, then looked up with a puzzled expression at Ying Lin, who had somehow managed to grab a pigeon from somewhere.

"This, is this okay?"

The dove symbolizes peace, a statement that remains relevant in modern Britain.

After all, if there's a church, then naturally there's the Bible too.

Artoria couldn't bear to do it and never considered the pigeons, preferring instead to various magical beasts.

You'll find out soon enough.

With the protection of the magical barrier, it's perfectly fine to start a fire in the office.

Soon, a delicious roasted pigeon was born from Ying Lin's hands.

Although they are not the more tender squabs, they are all creatures from the late Age of Gods, so their taste and texture are naturally not bad.

Even without tasting it, just looking at the sizzling, fragrant pigeons made Artoria's mouth water.

Chapter 106 The British Version of the Classic of Mountains and Seas

"Um, me."

Looking at Artoria, who was just like an ordinary girl once the pressure was gone, Yinglin couldn't help but look at the magnificent crown on her head that symbolized the king.

The contrast is getting bigger and bigger.

Upon being stared at like that, Artoria blushed first, her ahoge (cowlick) shyly hiding itself. She casually took off her crown, threw it on the table, and pretended not to know anything, giving a serious cough.

"Come on, try it."

Yinglin tore off a piece of hind leg meat and presented it to the eagerly awaiting blonde girl.

She seemed to have forgotten all manners, sipping her milk tea and pigeon leg with elegance and speed that was astonishing.

Before long, she finished the pigeon meat in her hand and looked longingly at Yinglin, but then felt embarrassed and lowered her head to drink from her empty teacup.

The more Yinglin looked, the less he could hold back.

"Don't pretend like that in front of me, come on, eat more."

"That's not the point. Yes, yes, you only ate one wing..."

Yinglin only ate a wing, while she devoured a whole leg of meat. How can they be the same?

"Don't panic, there are plenty of them. We can always go hunting again."

"Hunting? Sure."

Artoria finally dropped her disguise, took the foreleg, and began to eat.

However, she only ate the wing tip, tore off the wing leg, and sent it to Yinglin.

"I can't eat alone, I feel like I've eaten a lot."

What's worse is that Artoria really can't cook.

My few signature dishes would be incredibly embarrassing if shown to Yinglin!

"You can eat it yourself. If you really feel bad about it, you can make something you know how to cook later."

"what?"

"It's not that I'm asking you to make it exceptionally well, just make sure it tastes okay."

Upon hearing this, Artoria suddenly realized what was going on.

The sentiment is what matters most!

The taste is nothing more than additives.

"I will work hard!"

Looking at the adorable little ahoge raising his fist, Yinglin couldn't help but think of C-class ahoge.

Although they are different people, C's personality is not much different from that of the ahoge (cowlick) in his younger days.

She's cute, shy, and a little competitive.

Compared to the mature and composed Gunner I saw before, this one is much more fun.

"Alright, let's go then. You can give these documents to Kai and the others to carry out."

"no problem."

"By the way, I'll have Agravan come over in a few days. He'll help you so you won't be affected by political affairs anymore."

Artoria silently memorized the name, nodded, and said, "I understand."

"Let's go~"

[Nighttime is when monsters are active. You and Artoria hunt to your heart's content and soon find many delicious animals.]

[Of all the things, the Demon Pig is the one you're most satisfied with.]

Even though the Demon Pig has thick skin and most of its meat is rather dry, it can be castrated first, then slaughtered, and the tenderest tenderloin can be extracted.

【Then, using superb knife skills, slice the meat thinly, marinate it with seasonings, and grill it; it will be just as delicious】

[Artoria hasn't forgotten what you said, but with so many main courses, it's a bit lacking in garnish, so she'll just mash the potatoes and make the tomato sauce right here.]

Every time Yinglin saw these two incredibly familiar dipping sauces, he wondered if Artoria would pull them out and fry fish the next second.

Oh no, even in the Age of Gods, Britain was a food wasteland?

Oh, not entirely.

Before setting off, Artoria seemed to have taken flour and eggs.

After preparing her favorite dipping sauce, she rolled up her sleeves and began making bread.

If Yinglin hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that Artoria, the glutton, would cook herself.

Meeting the boy's curious gaze, the cute blonde girl with blue eyes couldn't help but smile and explain.

"That's normal. Before I became king, I did a lot of farm work. If I couldn't even make bread, I wouldn't know what to eat. I would get tired of frying fish every day."

"Indeed, I couldn't stand it either."

"Besides, before I became the swordsman, my teacher urged me to eliminate all kinds of monsters and roast a lot of meat. It was delicious, but too oily. Unlike you, it's delicious and not greasy. So I had to use bread to balance it out."

Artoria said with a touch of nostalgia.

If one didn't know that she was traveling to various parts of Britain to protect people's safety, it would be a different story.

Yinglin even suspected that Artoria might be planning to write a book called "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

Record all the delicious creatures in Britain.

"I see."

"However, don't get your hopes up too high."

Artoria's ahoge (cowlick) quietly hid away, seemingly ashamed, or perhaps afraid that Yinglin wouldn't like it.

"It's nothing, it's not like you can make bread badly."

"That's not quite it, it's just that the flavor isn't as rich as yours."

No matter how you look at it, Yinglin is an experienced cook; she doesn't have the skill to make ordinary bread taste delicious.

"That's not bad either. We can just bake it a little more and it will be even crispier."

"bake?"

"Yes, I'll teach you."

Artoria had never encountered this knowledge before, but under Yinglin's guidance, she gradually realized it and couldn't help but take a bite of the crispy bread.

Although the taste difference is not significant, the texture is completely different!

Fortunately, he didn't get to eat the bread that I had that could kill someone.

"tasty!"

"One more of this." Yinglin took out a skewer, which was covered in sauce.

"Ok!"

Artoria was so moved she couldn't speak, silently eating, and with each bite, tears welled up in her eyes.