"Sorry for the inconvenience."
Meg kept a few empty bowls, and smiled at Rôme. "I wonder if Master Rôme is satisfied with this dinner?"
Rôme nodded with a complicated expression. He hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "I would like to know what kind of fish is this? Why did I remember so many things that I had forgotten before after eating it? "
"This is a fat head fish caught from the extreme north of the Roth Empire. It's also known as the icebreaker fish. The fish head has the effect of nourishing the brain. This fat head fish's head is much bigger than ordinary fish, and it lives in an extremely cold place. Perhaps it has some special effects," Meg said after pondering for a while.
"I see. Not everyone can go to the extreme north." Rôme came to a realization, and then felt a little lost.
After eating that steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, he felt that he had become clear-headed all of a sudden. Everything that had happened in the past year was still vivid in his mind, and he didn't feel restrained when he was thinking.
Obviously, all of this was obtained after eating that fish.
After being muddled for two years, this rare moment of clear-headedness made him feel very precious.
However, it was obviously impossible for him to catch such a fat head fish from the extreme north. Thus, the idea of eating this fat head fish often to ensure his clear-headedness naturally fell through.
Meg looked at Rôme's changing expressions, and already had a rough idea. He smiled, and said, "Master Rôme, if you still want to eat this steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, you can look for me in Chaos City. My restaurant is opened there. If you can get a good cleaver, there will be steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers for you every day."
"Chaos City." Rôme was slightly taken aback. He looked at his forge with a pondering expression. He had stayed here for over 400 years, and had almost spent his entire life here. He had also thought of dying here countless times.
Regardless of war or peace, he had never thought of leaving this place.
Perhaps it was nostalgia, or perhaps it was fear.
The outside world was foreign to him. He had no friends, only customers.
He had never left Issen Castle, and didn't know what the outside world was like.
The shabby smithy, which was regarded as a blacksmith's honor and holy land, was his most gorgeous clothes and his impenetrable fortress.
And now, Meg had invited him with a plate of Steamed Fish Head with Diced Hot Red Peppers.
"Instead of dying in a muddled state, it's better to change to a different place and die with a clear mind on the forging table." Rôme's gaze became resolute. The workshop that he regarded as a treasure suddenly became worthless.
"If we go to Chaos City, we can eat steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers every day?" Rôme asked Meg seriously.
"If you come to line up a little earlier every day, there should be no problem." Meg nodded with a smile. The richest blacksmith in the world naturally did not need to consider money.
Rôme nodded slightly and didn't say anything, but he had already made up his mind.
"Master Rôme, about our bet …" Meg said.
"You won. I admit that your steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers is the most delicious food I've ever eaten. It's also the most special food. I want to apologize for my rash words previously. You're an excellent chef, "Rôme said solemnly.
"Master is a magnanimous person," Meg said with a smile.
Rôme also smiled, and quickly said, "What kind of cleaver do you want? I'll make it for you tomorrow."
"This is the blueprint. I want a cleaver like this." Meg took out a blueprint from his pocket, and passed it to Rôme.
"Seems like you were very confident that you could convince me right from the start." Rôme took the blueprint with a smile, and glanced at it before putting it in his pocket. A cleaver was not a problem for him.
"It's not easy to come to Issen Castle. If I can't convince Master Rôme, it'll be a wasted trip," Meg also said with a smile. Although he still had to stay for another day, he had completed the task ahead of time.
"I've finished the fish head, but I still have wine. Do you want some?" Rôme took out a wine bag from his waist and passed it to Meg.
"I have a child with me, so I can only drink with you." Meg took the wine bag and took a big gulp. The strong wine didn't taste too good when it entered his throat, and then he passed the wine bag back to Rôme.
"If that's the case, I won't force you." Rôme took the wine bag and took two big gulps. He wiped his mouth and said, "Do you have a place to stay for the night?" His gaze fell on Amy. It was the coldest time of winter, and the little girl was so young. It was not good for her to stay out for a night.
"We plan to stay at the Tam Hotel in front," Meg said as he pointed to the front.
Rôme waved his hand, and said, "Okay, then you can go now. Come back tomorrow evening to get the kitchen knife."
"Goodbye, Master Rôme." Meg put the washed dishes back into his backpack, and said goodbye to Rôme. He took out a piece of wood that was still burning from the fire and used it as a torch. He held Amy's hand and walked along the street.
"Goodbye, Grandpa." Amy waved at Rôme with Ugly Duckling in her arms, and happily skipped after Meg.
The street was not very wide, and it was paved with flat stones. Every stone was cut into squares of almost the same size and pieced together perfectly. There were almost obvious gaps.
The stone houses on both sides of the street were also built with square stones. They were neat and tidy. The extraordinary skills and strict character of the dwarves were undeniable in this aspect.
Above the street was not a vast starry sky, but black rocks. It was just that they were tens of meters above the ground. It was not easy to find them under the cover of the night.
However, there would be a large hole for ventilation and light every once in a while, so the interior of Issen Castle did not seem to be closed and oppressive.
This huge building complex that had been built by generations of dwarves for thousands of years could be said to be a work of the gods. It was impossible to replicate.
The racial war back then had destroyed more than half of the Issen Castle. However, after a hundred years of peace, the current Issen Castle had become even more spectacular and dangerous. It was known as one of the most difficult cities to break into in the world.
Meg brought Amy to the end of the street. The torch in his hand was completely extinguished by the cold wind.
"This way." Meg looked around. There was a rather lively tavern at the end of the street. Loud laughter and discussions could be heard from inside from time to time. Opposite the tavern was the Tam Inn they were looking for. The iron sign hanging on the door swayed in the wind. The door was tightly shut. Warm light could be seen through the window. There was also a courtyard to the side, with many carriages and horses inside.
Meg went up and knocked on the door. Soon, the door opened. An old dwarf with a hunched back opened the door a crack. He looked at Meg cautiously and said, "You want to stay in the inn?"
"Yes, my daughter and I want to stay in the inn for a night." Meg nodded and said.
… …
In the tavern next door, there were guests of all races. They were drinking hard liquor and talking loudly.
"Sir Haden, did you see Master Rôme today?" The bartender asked curiously as he looked at Hadeng. The surrounding people also looked over when they heard that. In Issen Castle, any news related to Master Rom would be of interest to everyone.
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