Venison, wild vegetables, two spoonfuls of flour, pepper and other seasonings were added into the pot. A pot of delicious venison soup was ready. Laing and the sorceress sat opposite each other, enjoying the delicious venison soup. The knight took out a large spoon and a small bowl and handed it to Teresa first. "Ladies first."
The sorceress took it and tasted it with a spoon. She nodded: "Your cooking is indeed very good. Being able to act with you, at least I don't have to endure those disgusting and inferior food."
Laing stopped what he was doing. He looked at Teresa's beautiful face under the moonlight and her silver eyes through her black-rimmed glasses with purple butterfly patterns. He suddenly smiled. "There aren't many knights in the kingdom who can cook like me. At least, there's only one in Nord."
"… Do you want some bread?" Teresa took out a metal box. There were a few pieces of black bread in it. It looked like the kind the mercenaries outside ate. But Laing knew that the sorceress would not eat ordinary black bread.
The most common and basic food on the continent was black bread. However, this was not the kind of black bread that Ryan had seen in the shops back on Earth. This long, black thing was made from wheat, the husk, germ, aleurone, and a small amount of endosperm, as well as some wood shavings and mud. If it was baked for a long time, this black bread would become as hard as a rock, and one would definitely break one's teeth. The correct way to eat it was to boil it in hot water and soak it in it. Of course, the most disgusting thing was that some black bread had a large proportion of mud and wood shavings, and many other dirty things mixed in. Due to the precious yeast, most of the black bread was fermented with the dung of the saber-toothed tiger, which roamed the Northern Region all year round. Just a little bit of the dung of the saber-toothed tiger was enough to make a large basket of black bread.
There was once a story of a thief who sneaked into a farmer's house. In the end, the thief's head was blown off by a panicked housewife with a piece of black bread.
Laing did not have much experience with black bread. What he ate most at home was the black bread baked by the servants. This kind of bread did not include wood shavings, mud, dung and the like. It was made from a mixture of rye flour and wheat flour. The servants would also add a spoonful of sugar, a few spoonfuls of butter, and a little milk residue. It tasted good.
But compared to the black bread in Teresa's hand, it was nothing.
The black bread in Teresa's hand was made from sugar cane honey imported from Brittany and high-quality wheat flour imported from the Luxen Plains near Brunswick, the capital of the Empire. The few pieces of black bread in Teresa's hand were worth more than 50 silver coins. This kind of bread was soft and delicious. It could be eaten directly without any other ingredients.
"If it wasn't for the battle this afternoon, I would have thought that we were having a picnic in the suburbs, my lady." Laing said helplessly. He picked up the venison in the bowl with a fork, ate the meat, and spat the bones aside.
"I've put it here. Take it if you want." The sorceress was a little embarrassed. "This is the first time I've been out alone. I was afraid that I wouldn't be used to the food outside, so I brought some."
"Keep it well. In the wild, if you can eat freshly made food, then eat it. If there isn't any, then consider eating dry food." Laing waved his hand and refused. He took the roasted venison leg from the rack. "Do you want some roasted venison?"
"Okay." The sorceress did not refuse. She was confident in Laing's cooking skills.
Sure enough, when the venison entered her mouth, it did not have the fishy taste that she imagined. The delicious and smooth venison taste came from the tip of her tongue. The tender texture made the sorceress close her eyes in satisfaction. "Not bad."
"As long as it's delicious." Laing nodded. After Teresa ate some more and said that she was full, he directly finished the rest of the food.
"Time is of the essence. I'm no different from an ordinary person now. Let's hurry up and call a meeting." Teresa took the initiative to speak. "We've wasted too much time."
"Oh? Don't you hate to be with stinky men who reek of blood? "Laing asked deliberately when the sorceress, who was obsessed with cleanliness, took the initiative to invite him.
"Don't think that I can't tell that you have a strange energy surrounding you, so there won't be any strange smell … As for the others, just sit further away." Teresa lifted the tent curtain to change her clothes.
What she didn't say was that the light blue energy lingering around Ryan was very clear and pure, making her feel very comfortable. Therefore, she was willing to communicate with him more.
"The weather doesn't allow it. Otherwise, I'll think of a way to get you some hot water for a bath. After all, you can't jump into the icy river to bathe like me." Laing nodded and said, "I'll call the others."
"Okay." The tent curtain was lowered.
Laing went to the campsite and called the mercenary group for a meeting. The leader, Boris, was seriously injured. He was unable to withstand the blows of the Orc leader. His hands were damaged, and there were several fatal wounds on his body.
Leon had heard of Boris' name before. This Elite Berserker had started out with an axe. Later on, as a mercenary, he traveled all over the world and made a name for himself as "Blood Axe".
If normal Warriors were only slightly stronger and knew more combat skills than normal Warriors, then elite Warriors would not only improve their combat skills, but their bodies would also be strengthened further. This was especially true for Berserkers like Boris.
Berserker was the advanced profession of Warrior. This profession gave up most of its defense and poured all of its talents into attack power. With Boris's Elite Rank standard, his arms could lift hundreds of pounds of heavy objects. If he was on the battlefield, it would not be a problem for him to deal with ten fully armed ordinary soldiers.
The racial advantage of the Orcs was too obvious. Take the Orc leader as an example. The Orc leader was at the peak of the elite level, but he was superior to Boris in terms of wrist strength.
The mercenary group had just finished their dinner, and they were in a relaxed state. Laing could see that they were exhausted. When the battle ended, they asked what they should do next. Laing knew that they had lost track of Belter, so he told them to find a place to rest.
When they heard Laing's call, they perked up and sat around the bonfire. Even though Boris was seriously injured, he forced himself to listen. The deputy leader, Werther, and Banda sat down together. Seeing that Laing was puzzled, the deputy leader said, "He's my disciple. He's learning from me."
Laing didn't say anything.
At this moment, a fragrant scent of lavender drifted over, and Theresa appeared in front of everyone. She had changed out of her black combat suit, and was now wearing a navy blue mink coat that hugged her impressive figure. The long hem of the coat almost reached her calves, and a pearl necklace hung in front of her chest. Her silver high-heeled boots accentuated her slender figure, and a conservative estimate of her height was at least 1.7 meters.
The women of the Garland Council loved luxurious lifestyles. Laing knew that very well.
"Teresa is here. Let's start!" The female Warlock sat down beside the Royal Knight and signaled him to start. Laing said, "First, there's bad news. We lost track of Belter. Before encountering the Orcs, we were three to four hours away from him. After fighting with the Orcs, the distance between us has increased to a day."
"Secondly, Teresa's Mana is exhausted, and she needs a few days to recover. We can't pin our hopes on Mana," Laing said. Everyone looked at the female Warlock, who nodded silently.
"What do you think of the current situation? Or do you have any news for me? " The light from the fire illuminated their faces. Boris was injured and was silent. Wayalt seemed to be thinking about something. Everyone could only see the bright moonlight and hear the crackling sounds from the fire.
Everyone was sitting cross-legged, except for the female Warlock. Laing had set up a saddle for her because Teresa would not tolerate her clothes being stained with dirt. However, Banda felt differently. He felt that the Royal Knight was purposely trying to please Madam Trovic. Seeing that no one spoke, Banda thought that it was time for him to perform. He had come up with a good plan. After hearing it, Madam Trovic would definitely look at him in a new light!
"I have a plan, Madam Trovic!" Banda suddenly spoke up. He ignored Werther's gaze and continued, "It's like this. I think we should take advantage of our victory and pursue them!"
"Follow up with our victory?" Laing was interested. He extended his hand to stop Wayalt from speaking and gestured for Banda to continue.
Banda felt Teresa's gaze on him, so he said with assurance, "There's a clue, an important clue that you've overlooked. Didn't Madam Trovic say that she could sense the power of the Evil Abyss? She felt the power of the Devil's Cliff, so the Fallen Hunter must be near the Devil's Cliff. The Orc tribe has been defeated by Madam Trovic. I heard from the leader that once the Orc leader died, the Orc tribe would fall into a long period of internal strife. We'll investigate the Devil's Cliff tomorrow. We'll find something. "
"…" Laing heaved a sigh of relief. His eyes darted around for a long time. Boris coughed violently, and Wayalt lowered his head in silence. Teresa, who Banda cared about the most, looked at him as though he was an idiot.
In the end, it was Leon who took the initiative to speak. "Mr. Banda, if I were leading a complete regiment of knights now, I would consider doing so. However, we only have 20 to 30 people, and we have suffered heavy casualties. All of us are injured."
"You might not know what the Evil Abyss is. Let me tell you."
"The Evil Abyss is a type of totem rock that's also known as the core of Chaos. It's the sacred totem of the Orcs. It's usually hidden in the darkest and most inaccessible depths of forests, caves, and steep mountain peaks. Any non-clawed Orc who dares to enter the Evil Abyss will be mercilessly attacked by all the Orcs within a hundred miles."
"The Evil Abyss is guarded by powerful Doomsday Bulls. Even I'm at a disadvantage when facing the Doomsday Bulls, let alone 20 to 30 mercenaries. We'll be courting death if we go there."
Although the young mercenary didn't like Ryan, he cherished his mercenary group very much. He had grown up in a mercenary group for the past few years, so after listening to Ryan's judgment, he only muttered, "We don't know who's going to die yet." Then he didn't say anything else.
"It's like this, Mister Lane. Over the past few days, we've discovered that Berte's movements follow a certain pattern. His hiding route is erratic and he's set up many obstacles in an attempt to evade Madam Trovic's pursuit. However, he's generally moving towards the west." Wayerte took out a map and pointed at a large castle in the middle of the map. "Seven days ago, Bernt escaped from Frostwinter and chose to move westward."
The deputy leader pointed at a town symbol on the left and said, "Five days ago, the Bloody Axe Mercenary Team and Madam Trovic saw Bernt at Lutop Town, but he disappeared into the snowy plains. We chased him with all our might, but we lost track of him near the Grantham Trail."
"Then, it's Meen Forest." Wayerte placed his hand on a large forest symbol. Meen Forest was huge, almost one-eighth of the Kingdom of Nords. The mercenaries were attacked by the Orcs there.
"That's why Bernt has been moving westward. That's our conclusion," Wayerte said, "What do you think, Mr. Laing?"
"It's certain that Bernt wants to escape from Nords. Nords are chasing him everywhere. Though he can hide in the deep mountains and forests for the rest of his life, he won't do that," Laing said solemnly as he realized something.
"Why?" Banda couldn't help asking.
"An Evil God won't accept a useless believer. Whether it's the Blood God who loves blood and killing, the Lord of Uncanny Ways who loves deceit and deceit, or Salazar who pursues decadence and sensuality, they won't accept a useless believer. Only the Father of Decay and Disease will accept all believers." Laing added, "So there are only three possibilities for Bernt's whereabouts."
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