Chapter 553: The biggest and worst despair event in history (seeking votes at the beginning of the month)

The next day, early morning.

The master and the disciple walked downstairs, each with dark circles under their eyes, and sat at the dining table in a trance, staring at each other.

They all suffered from insomnia.

One closed his eyes, his mind filled with the terrifying image of Zeus tearing off his toga and rushing towards him as a ghost father;

The other one closed his eyes, his mind full of different 18+ plots, he was tormented from morning till night...

——Beast!

Weiwei cursed inwardly and prepared to use a hearty breakfast to soothe her injured body and mind:

"Boss, a pot of hot mead, a plate of pickled meat, and some desserts."

Judging from the way she read out the names of the dishes fluently, this lake fairy often hangs out in human towns.

However, the dark-skinned cook and boss lady behind the counter shook her head expressionlessly:

"No."

"Then keep it simple, a plate of bread, a portion of blood pudding, and a stew." Wei Weian was a little reluctant.

“Neither do I.”

"You don't have this, you don't have that, how do you open a store?"

"Go 20 kilometers east into the city. Order whatever you want to eat. Remember to pay your travel expenses before you leave."

The proprietress spoke in a bad mood, with an attitude of "eat it if you want, forget it if you don't want to", and it was obvious that she was unwilling to entertain this picky customer.

Wei Wei An had never been so angry before. Just as she was about to lash out, Luo En raised his hand and held her back:

"When you're out, just make do with what you have."

Although it is called a hotel, it is actually just a B&B with a larger house area and a few empty rooms. It certainly cannot be compared with real human cities or fairy settlements.

Moreover, there are not many customers in this small fishing village all year round. Even the proprietress's husband has to go out to sea to fish from time to time to support the family.

It's good enough to have something to eat in this little place, how can you be so picky like Vivian?

Luo En turned to the proprietress and smiled gently, asking:

"Madam boss, what ingredients do you have here?"

"Some semolina, and some fish that we caught yesterday."

"Then please use these ready-made ingredients to help us cook a meal."

Seeing that Loen was so easy to talk to, the proprietress nodded happily and turned back to the kitchen to prepare meal.

While waiting, Lorne habitually pricked up his ears and listened to the conversations of a few guests to deepen his understanding of the local area.

This is a small fishing village called "Mausel", which literally means "rat hole". Because there is a small sheltered harbor here, its entrance is between the boulder breakwater, very narrow, like a "rat hole". When winter storms rage, this is where fishing boats hide.

The higher authority that governs it is Cornwall County.

A British place name that Lorne was more familiar with.

The stories of Merlin, The Sword in the Stone and King Arthur took place on this land.

According to the guests, around the time of the First Invasion, a group of warlike Celts arrived here, bringing with them the knowledge of forging iron into weapons.

These Celts not only brought certain cultural technologies, but also the beliefs of the Tuatha de Danann. They continued to grow stronger in the elimination rounds of the gods' wars, and eventually became the main ethnic group in the area, building Cornwall into what it is today.

With a certain cultural foundation and a relatively long history, the dietary standards should not be bad, right?

I wonder how good the boss lady’s cooking skills are…

Just as Luo En was looking forward to something, a heavy ceramic basin fell heavily on the dining table, almost smashing a hole in the tabletop:

"The food you requested is here!"

After just a glance, Loen's eager expression froze on his face.

A piece of burnt black pie was filled with a mixture of deep-sea fish, including sardines, tuna, sand eel, herring, dogfish, cod, etc. The heads of the dead fish were exposed, their eyes staring straight up at the sky, as if they had died with their eyes open. The appearance was very shocking.

The strange mixture of sweet and salty smell made Loen's nose itchy and he couldn't help but want to sneeze.

As the lady boss tore open the dough with a "puff", grilled sea fish were placed inside. Some had sharp teeth, looking like demons; some were burnt and bulging, like alligator skin with pits and pits; some were red with white, obviously half-cooked...

In short, the appearance of the ingredients has tried its best to show that they are inedible.

"This is..." Lorne's voice was a little dry.

"As you said, mix flour and fish together to make a meal. It looks good."

The proprietress answered with a smile, obviously very satisfied with her cooking skills and her work.

Even if you want to make a pie, you should mash the fish into minced meat and fill it with it, right?

How can you stuff a whole fish into a pie without even removing the scales, like you did?

As the heir to the God of Stove, Loen, who has always been good at cooking and aesthetics, was complaining wildly in his heart.

"Eat it, you guys don't want to eat it? This dish needs to be eaten while it's hot!"

Seeing that the customer was slow to act, the proprietress couldn't help but urge him on enthusiastically.

Lorne swallowed his saliva and pushed the plate towards Vivian with a stiff smile:

"I'm not hungry, eat more."

Vivian broke off a piece of pie and tasted it. While chewing, she commented:

"Hmm, salty and fragrant, it tastes pretty good."

"Really? Let me try it too."

Loen was a little surprised to hear the comments. He suspected that the dish only looked bad but tasted good, so he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

After chewing for a while, Loen silently put down the bread he had only taken a bite of.

The taste was like chewing a piece of flavored wood, not only rough, but also full of fishy smell, making every cell in his body resist the intake of this substance.

This dead nightmare is so insidious!

He actually joined in the game and was willing to die together with me, just to drag me down with him!

Just when Loen was beginning to have doubts, the proprietress sold similar pies to other tables under the banner of new products.

Apparently, in order to save firewood and labor, the proprietress made more than one of the same dish.

After a brief tasting, guests raved about the new dish.

After listening to this, Luo En suddenly came to his senses.

It's not that the food is problematic, nor is it that Vivian wants to murder him, but that the Celtics are problematic!

Thinking of this land being called a "food desert" in later generations, the only bit of longing that Loen had for Celtic food culture was completely shattered. After simply taking a few bites, he decisively prepared to pay the bill and run away.

When the lady boss at the counter saw him coming, she couldn't help but smile excitedly:

"Thanks to your idea, today's special pie sold a lot. I plan to make this the signature dish of the store in the future. Why don't you come up with a name for it?"

Lorne's face twitched and he couldn't open his mouth.

Because he felt that his divinity as the heir to the God of Hearth had been deeply insulted.

At this time, Vivian, who had just finished eating, wiped her mouth, walked to the counter with great interest, and suggested:

“The fish head pierces the puff pastry and gazes at the starry sky on a snowy night, representing harvest and joy. The pupils soaked in oil become a beacon, guiding lost ships back to the port - [Looking Up at the Starry Sky], let’s call it [Looking Up at the Starry Sky].”

I have to say, the words are quite elegant and the name is very beautiful.

But, [Look up at the stars]?

Looking at the yellow and black pies and the fish heads with their eyes open on the table, Lorne suddenly remembered the famous dark English cuisine of later generations.

so……

Possessing the memory of cooking oriental cuisine and inheriting the kitchen skills of Hestia, the Greek goddess of the stove, the next chef from Northern Europe invented a dark English cuisine that has been passed down to the present day in a small fishing village in Britain?

This is simply the biggest and worst case of despair in culinary history!

"What a good name, let's call it [Looking Up at the Stars]! If you two come to eat here in the future, I'll give you a 20% discount!"

Under the enthusiastic promise of the proprietress, Lorne grabbed Vivian, who wanted to leave an autograph, and ran away with her face covered.

Nothing else, he just can't afford to lose this person.

After leaving the small fishing village, Lorne ran all the way north until night fell, when he finally stopped.

Having missed the chance to enter the city again, the two had to set up camp in the wild to rest.

Vivian, who was used to enjoying herself, had some complaints about this.

But as a bowl of steaming oatmeal and two servings of crispy and tender honey-fried meat were brought to her mouth, the lake fairy immediately put all her unhappiness behind her and devoured tonight's dinner in a flash.

Delicious! Yummy!

What kind of pig food was that you ate before!

No, it's not even as good as pig food!

While sucking the remaining grease on her fingers, Vivian criticized the local poor food culture.

I've decided. From now on, no matter what, I'll stick with this guy.

If nothing else, think about your tongue and stomach!

Vivian made up her mind, rolled her eyes, and looked at Lorne in the firelight with a smile:

"Teacher~~"

Along with the sweet voice, the dreamy purple eyes exuded the charm of a girl in love, and a pair of arms locked onto Loen's arms and rubbed them intimately.

But after spending some time together, Loen knew the lake fairy's fun-loving nature very well. Seeing her being so attentive, he suddenly felt a chill and goose bumps broke out on his skin.

"Stop it! Act normal, I'm scared. Just say whatever you want to say!"

"Look, I've been out for several days now. Shouldn't you keep your promise and teach me some real skills like spells and secret techniques?"

Vivian asked, blinking her eyes, looking eager to learn.

Do you want to be my real disciple? To fulfill the verbal teacher-student relationship we just had?

Luo En understood Vivian's intention, thought for a moment, and showed a trace of embarrassment on his face:

"I can teach you. However, the spells I master come from some tombs buried deep underground, which are different from the current Celtic spell system."

This answer is half true and half false.

Lorne is a relatively knowledgeable type. Not only is he proficient in the two major spell systems of Hermetic and Runes, he also masters some skills in Titan, Elvish, Said witchcraft, etc., but these have nothing to do with the [Ogham] system of the Celtic Age of Gods.

In order to avoid Vivian's suspicion, he naturally attributed the source of these spells to the [Spirit Tomb].

On the one hand, the Celtic Age of Gods had experienced several [Great Invasions], and there were countless [Spirit Tombs] buried underground. These ancient relics must contain many spells and secrets from different civilizations, which could not be verified in a specific way, and could be used to cover up his identity as coming from a foreign land.

On the other hand, the [Tomb of Albion] they were looking for was also a spirit tomb, which could just cover up the real purpose of his trip, allowing Vivian to lead the way for him with peace of mind.

As expected, Vivian not only had no doubts, but also showed an eager look on her face:

"That's great, I want to learn something new!"

"But you are from the fairy tribe and are proficient in Ogham. I am worried that if I teach you rashly, it will cause a conflict between the two forces."

"It doesn't matter. We'll know if it works if we try. Learning always requires some hard work and risk."

"Since you have made up your mind, I have nothing to say. But..."

Lorne paused, then spoke,

"To be on the safe side, let's try a different teaching method."

"What?"

"We cast spells on each other, and we use actual combat to deepen our understanding of different spell systems. At the same time, this can also verify whether different spells can learn from each other and integrate with each other."

“Good idea!”

Vivian readily agreed.

Not only was she looking forward to this novel teaching method, she also wanted to take the opportunity to test the level of this "teacher", and then find out the other party's flaws and make him an interesting toy in her hands.

Of course, Loen had no good intentions either.

With the War of the Gods imminent, Nordic exploration of the Celtic Age of the Gods remains limited.

He also wanted to know what practical effects the Ogham script of the Celtic Age of Gods had? What were the actual effects of rune spells and Hermes scripts in Celtic combat? Which spell was more targeted against Celtic gods?

It's a rare opportunity to have a guinea pig come to your doorstep. It would be such a waste if you don't make good use of it and collect some practical experience.

The master and disciple, each with their own ulterior motives, smiled at each other and showed a friendly and expectant expression.

"Teacher, when do we start?"

“It has already begun.”

"?"

Vivian, who was waiting for the class to start with great interest, was stunned and looked at her teacher blankly.

Luo En pointed at the empty bowl in Vivian's hand and reminded her faintly:

"Being greedy will turn you into a pig."

Piglet?

As soon as the image represented by this word emerged in Vivian's mind, the scene in front of her became blurry and her body shrank rapidly and uncontrollably.

How can I...

As soon as the sound came out, it turned into the grunt of a piglet.

Under Vivian's horrified gaze, a pair of large hands picked her up from the scattered clothes and lifted her into the air.

Version 3.0 of Xiu Ke Weng has immediate effects!

It seems that even in different ages of gods, magic potions can still produce fixed effects.

So, what about spells?

Loen looked at the pink and white piglet in front of him and an evil smile appeared on his face.

——

At the same time, outside the Misty Forest.

Morgan, wearing an obsidian crown of thorns and holding a scepter, stood on the official road, took out a parchment scroll from the magic circle diagram and examined it carefully.

"Mother!"

Along with the pleasant voice, a petite figure holding a bunch of wild flowers happily rushed towards Morgan in front of her.

Her face was as delicate as a carved work of art, her long pink hair fell to her waist like blood, and her gorgeous red dress hung straight down. The thorn whip hanging on one side was wrapped with bloody magic and had a strong smell of blood. Her figure was both the slenderness of a fairy and the sharpness of a warrior. The legs that were faintly visible under the long skirt concealed the inhuman features of deer hooves.

However, before the girl could get close, a figure over two meters tall and as strong as an iron tower stepped forward and stopped her.

"Hey, stinky dog, why are you blocking me?"

The pink-haired girl put one hand on her waist, looking quite indignant.

"Mother is thinking, don't disturb her."

The tall figure answered calmly, unperturbed by praise or criticism.

She has blonde hair like the morning glow, and her pupils are of different colors - the left eye is a clear blue, and the right eye is a dark red corroded by blood-colored magic, forming a contradictory beauty that is a mixture of elegance and morbidity. She is covered in a silver-blue light armor with ice-crystal-like patterns on its surface, which makes her look more heroic, like a knight who is loyal to her duty.

When she spoke, her canine fangs revealed her race.

Like the red-haired girl with deer hooves, both are fairies.

But at this moment, the relationship between the two is obviously not harmonious:

"Bagster, get out of my way!"

"It's my duty to stay here. If you try to force your way in, I won't be polite even if it's you, Bawanshi."

"Stop pretending to be so righteous. Don't think I don't know that you are just jealous that my mother likes me more! You stinky dog!"

Hearing the increasingly heated argument behind him, Morgan put away the magic map and looked back:

"Stop arguing, we're about to leave."

"Where are you going?"

The fairy girl named Bawanxi used her nimble deer hooves to rush forward, approached Morgan intimately, and asked curiously.

Morgan touched the girl's head and said thoughtfully:

"In the northern border of Britain, in the Tomb of Albion. There is the third [Fairy Knight] in the prophecy."

"Does that mean I'm going to have a sister again?"

Bawanshi asked with a smile, but her grey eyes couldn't stop showing malice.

She didn't want her "mother" to be shared with others.

No matter who they are, as long as they want to take away "Mother", they are the enemy!

Bawanxi first turned around and glared at Bagster, the dog demon fairy who had just joined the group and took away some of her position. Then she gritted her teeth and looked sinisterly in the direction of the northern border of Britain.

(End of this chapter)