"Borrow a knife?"
The soft voice woke Rôme up from his thoughts. He glanced at the small window in the corner and realized that it was already dark.
"Who wants to borrow a knife? A little girl? Strange. " Rôme frowned and slowly stood up. He picked up the jug of wine and took a big gulp, then walked towards the door.
Although he had gradually lost control of his emotions in the past two years, the older he got, the harder it was for him to refuse children.
Rôme opened the door and saw a little half-elf girl about four or five years old standing at the door. She looked like she was carved out of jade, and she was looking up at him.
"Little girl, why are you knocking on the door?" Rôme tried to keep his voice as low as possible, for fear of scaring the cute little girl.
"Old grandpa, can you lend me a knife? My father and I came from a very, very far place. We don't have a place to live or eat, so we can only cook for ourselves. But we forgot to bring a kitchen knife, and we can't even cut the big stupid fish open. "Amy looked pitifully at Rôme.
Rôme looked in the direction Amy was pointing. There was a fire in the open space opposite the forge, and a young human man was standing next to it. He was looking at them with a smile, and there was a big bag at his feet.
"I don't have a kitchen knife here. Little girl, you can go somewhere else to borrow one." Rôme shook his head. He wasn't lying. He really couldn't find a kitchen knife in his forge.
"But everyone else's forge is closed. Old grandpa, can you lend us a knife? As long as we can cut open that big stupid fish, we'll be fine. "Ai Mi looked at the pitch-black street and shook her little head.
Meg, who was standing next to the fire, was also looking at Rôme. The old dwarf still looked strong. His thick arms were almost as thick as an ordinary person's waist, which made him look like a square. His white hair and wrinkled face proved his age.
Judging from the average lifespan of dwarves of 400 years, this Master Rôme was indeed very old.
However, he looked quite kind when he was talking to Amy. He didn't look like he was yelling at the shop assistant just now.
Rôme looked around. The shops on the street were indeed closed. Dwarves loved wine, and most of them went to the tavern to drink at night. It wasn't easy to find another place with people around to borrow a knife.
Meg walked up and looked at Rôme. "Hello, I'm Meg. My father and daughter came all the way from Chaos City to ask Master Rôme to forge the world's best kitchen knife for us...... because of my reckless behavior earlier, I offended Master Rôme and implicated the two little brothers.. I'm sorry.... and I apologize...... and I hope you can forgive me...."
"You're the guy who wanted me to forge a kitchen knife for you?" Luo Mu frowned with anger on his face. He raised his voice and said, "I'm a weaponsmith. I only forge weapons for combat. I've never forged kitchen knives. Please go back. I won't forge a kitchen knife for a chef. "
"Master Rôme, as a chef, I think the battle between a chef and ingredients is better than the battle between a knight and a magic beast. No knight will peel off a magic beast's skin or split open the hardest bones in a battle just to find the most delicious part and present it to the diner," Meg said firmly as he looked at Rôme.
"Heh. A chef is just a chef. Do you want to fight a magic beast like a knight?" Rôme sneered. He didn't agree with Meg's ridiculous point of view.
"This is a 3rd-tier magic beast, fat head fish. I want to use it to make a delicious steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers. I have 100 ways to kill it, but my kitchen knife can't split its head open. So, I brought it from Chaos City to Issen Castle to find a kitchen knife that can split its head open," Meg said as he took out the bucket and pointed at the fat head fish inside.
Rôme was stunned as he looked at the fat head fish that was banging its head against the lid of the bucket. Judging from the demon aura, this was indeed a 3rd-tier magic beast, and its big head that took up almost half of its body should be the hardest part of its body.
Without a suitable weapon, it would not be an easy task to split open the head of such a magical beast.
However … Rôme looked at Meg with a frown, and said, "Isn't a fish just eating its flesh? I've never heard of anyone eating a fish head. Even if you split its head open, are you going to eat the things inside its head? "
"A properly cooked fish head is much more delicious than the flesh. Wouldn't it be a pity to give up such a delicious dish?" Meg shook his head, and said to Rôme, "Master Rôme, why don't we make a bet? You lend me a knife to split open the head of this fat head fish, and I'll cook a dish with the fish head as the ingredient. You can taste it later. If you think it's delicious, you can make a kitchen knife for me. If you don't, I'll leave Issen Castle immediately. What do you think? "
"Grandpa, my father's dishes are really super delicious." Amy looked at Rôme, and then touched her stomach. She pitifully said, "I'm so hungry ~ ~"
"Meow ~"
Ugly Duckling stared at the fat head fish in the bucket, and swallowed its saliva. Its eyes were already glowing green.
That fat head fish seemed to have sensed a terrifying threat, and stopped all its movements. It slowly turned around to look at Ugly Duckling, and then dodged to the other side of the bucket. It looked at Ugly Duckling in horror.
"A bet?" A hint of hesitation appeared on Rôme's face. He looked at the fat head fish in the bucket, and then at the expectant Amy. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, and said, "Alright, I'll bet with you. But don't be happy too early. I'm quite picky when it comes to food."
Meg's face lit up. Since it's about food, no matter how picky your mouth is, I can make you shut up and focus on eating.
Rôme turned around and went into the kitchen. He casually picked up a half-finished longsword from the ground, and walked out, and threw it to Meg casually.
Meg caught the longsword agilely. The black longsword was quite light in his hand, but it looked like it wasn't completed yet. The patterns on the hilt and body of the sword hadn't been carved yet, either.
However, even if it was only a half-finished longsword, it could still be considered a good sword.
"Good sword. Thank you, Master Rôme. Please wait for a moment." Meg cupped his hands slightly, and walked towards the fire with the sword and bucket.
Putting down the bucket, Meg used snow to wash the longsword. Then, he opened the lid and grabbed that fat head fish. Looking at the fat head fish struggling in his hand, he chuckled, and said, "Continue to jump."
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