Chapter 133 Griffin
Several large tents were newly built under the tower of the camp.
Thanks to the special effects of the Heart of Plants, Crown found a unique herb to remove the fishy smell of wild boar meat, and took out the secret Krashen seasoning to prepare two large tables of wild boar meat for dinner.
Grilled pork skewers, pork and vegetable patties, pan-fried pork chops, braised spareribs, a mushroom and meat soup, and the only remaining bread. There aren't many varieties, but the quantity is large and filling.
Fanny elegantly forked up a pork chop and finished it in half a minute: "The taste is comparable to those famous taverns in Rhine City."
"It's really great," Hamfa said, stuffing a skewer of meat into his mouth and giving a thumbs up.
In his opinion, the chef's level was better than those in the taverns Fanny mentioned, as he was able to prepare such a delicious meal under the current circumstances.
"Thank you for the compliment," Crowne nodded with a smile.
Although there was no fruit wine to go with the meal, the sumptuous dinner was still able to make both the guests and the hosts enjoy themselves.
After the meal, Crown was the first to get up and leave: "My Lords, I will leave first to arrange the night watch."
Nick nodded and said, "Thanks for your hard work. I'll just be lazy tonight."
"It's my job, goodbye," Klauen bowed and left. Del, Janice, Avina, Nelson and the witcher master and apprentice also left.
Marshall looked at the people in the tent and pulled Savas up, saying, "My Lords, let's go out for a walk."
"We're too full, let's go out for a walk," Sasha and the other girl followed closely behind.
"Well, do you need me to step aside?" Hamfa grabbed the last piece of meat pie and put it in his mouth. He glanced at Fanny and looked at him coldly.
"Uh, I remembered that there are still some things I haven't told those two bastards from Marshall." He stood up, gulped down the broth in the bowl, and hurried away.
. . . .
In a corner of the camp, Sasha approached her companion and whispered in her ear, "Catherine, do you think Lord Fanny will be with Father Nick?"
"It's impolite to talk about people behind their backs," Catherine untied her hair band, letting her long red hair fall over her shoulders. A few strands of short hair playfully kissed her eyelashes, covering her clear blue pupils.
"I don't believe you are not curious. Your Excellency is the youngest third-level expert in our parish. I don't think Father Nick is worthy of her."
"It depends on your choice. No one can ignore her will. Let's think about how to steadily improve our own strength. Your Excellency has hinted many times that the future will become increasingly difficult."
"It's not that easy to improve our strength. We've only been fire warriors for less than three years." Sasha stuck out her tongue and said a little embarrassedly, "I ate too much tonight."
"Haha," Catherine chuckled and said, "That soldier's cooking skills are really good. I ate a little more than usual."
"It's ridiculous to think that a soldier would use his skills to cook," Sasha snorted coldly, "He is also very rude."
"Are you still thinking about what happened this afternoon? Seriously speaking, the responsibility is not his. It's normal for a hunter to chase his prey. Besides, we were not hurt."
"I know, but his light-hearted words, 'I'm chasing prey, I mean no harm' make me uncomfortable. If I get a chance, I will teach him a lesson and let him know what the truth of a warrior is." Sasha raised her hand and clenched her fist, and a "thump thump" sound was heard.
. . . .
The next day, the migration team from Zak Town set out immediately after the sun rose and the gray fog dissipated.
Crown and Marshall were riding at the front of the team. When it was almost noon, the roar of machines was heard.
"Quack, quack." Fu Jin flew down from a high place and landed on his master's shoulder, jumping around restlessly.
"The horseless carriage of the city government patrol force is coming," Marshall said with a chuckle, "is it noisy?"
"Yes, it sounded like that." Crown stood up from his horse, activated his extraordinary vision, and looked into the distance.
They had already walked out of the mountainous area, the road was flat and the view was wide, so he could easily see the scenery in the distance.
Dozens of old tractors with similar front ends came speeding towards us, pulling semi-trailer trucks, with billowing steam gushing out of their exhaust pipes.
The locomotive running in the front did not have a trailer bed. Its body was very long with an additional row of seats at the back. There was also a small flagpole erected at the rear of the vehicle with a simple scale pattern painted on the flag.
Sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle was a square-faced man with a thick brown beard. The man was tall and strong, and his expressionless face had a hint of majesty.
He pursed his lips tightly, and when the distant gaze fell on his face, he moved his eyes as if aware of something, meeting the prying gaze.
In a trance, Crown felt that this person must have "seen" him as well, and he immediately looked away.
The roar of the locomotive became louder and louder, and the residents stopped one after another, discussing something anxiously.
"Don't be afraid, rest where you are. These are the troops that are here to welcome us." Seeing that many people stopped, Nick simply asked the team to pause.
Soon, the two teams joined together.
The tall, square-faced man jumped off the motorcycle and said with a hearty laugh, "If Lady Fanny had informed us when she came down yesterday afternoon, we would have been able to get here as well."
Fanny also got off the horse: "Mr. Griffin's team still needs to inspect and repair the horseless carriage. We don't want to disturb your work."
"Horseless carriage sounds ugly, we prefer to call these lovely big machines steam locomotives," Griffin stroked his beard and glanced at the migrating team.
"Let's get these people on the train now. We have some dry food on the train. We can have a good meal when we get to Cookstown."
Fanny squinted her eyes and looked into the distance: "Why don't I see the church's convoy?"
"War horses are too delicate. Intelligence reports say there is no more food to feed them. So I took the initiative to let our friends from the church rest in the town while we sent our sturdy locomotive team to greet the residents of Zak Town."
"Mr. Griffin is thoughtful," Fanny gave him a meaningful look.
"We are all working for the kingdom, so we should do our best." Griffin laughed and said, "Please ask Lady Fanny to give the order and we should set off as soon as possible. It is too unsafe to travel at night."
"Inform residents to discard unnecessary items and get in their cars and leave immediately."
Nick bowed slightly and said, "As you wish, sir."
He turned and called out, "Crown, Del, let's notify the residents back there."
The three men mounted their horses and ran to the rear of the team to convey the latest orders.
. . . .
As the sun set, the entire relocation team rode on a motorcycle and arrived at Kukes Town in the roar of the sunset.
Crown and his companions also came on motorcycles. The fat war horses brought from the church were no longer able to run with loads for long periods of time.
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As residents got off the bus, they talked about their riding experience.
"Finally stopped, let me slow down, it's so disgusting"
"I feel like vomiting."
"Me too. These iron lumps are running too fast. They keep going non-stop and it's really frustrating."
Under the guidance of the patrolmen, the residents came to the temporary residence, where various foods had been prepared. Although not rich, it was much better than sleeping in the open air.
Griffin had been waiting at the entrance of the town. When he saw several extraordinary people from Zak Town getting off the motorcycle, he smiled and said, "Everyone, how was your ride?"
Nick replied, “It’s completely different from riding a horse.”
"Which way feels better?"
"They each have their own strengths. Horses are faster when they are running, and locomotives are suitable for longer distance transportation."
"Father Nick's comments are very pertinent. He is unlike some people who only talk about the shortcomings of steam locomotives."
"Your Excellency actually knows me?" Nick's eyes narrowed, then returned to normal.
"Haha, Father Nick is the best among your class of exorcist priests. I've heard that this is pretty normal, right?"
Griffin laughed heartily and continued, “Father, you haven’t been in Rhine City in the past few years, so you may not know that our arsenal is now able to produce steam locomotives with better performance.
It was only 20 years since the Kingdom of Ribia produced its first steam locomotive. At that time, it could only compete with a donkey in speed, but what about now? ! "
Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da. Fanny and a few others came riding on their war horses.
"Whoa!" The knights pulled the reins of their horses.
Griffin said with a big smile on his face, "Sir Fanny, why don't you try the food of the patrol force? Let's entertain our friends from Zak Town."
"No need, the church has arrangements."
"What a coincidence! I have to go now. I have to urge those kids to maintain these iron lumps. Otherwise, they will be doomed if they can't run on the road. Goodbye, everyone."
Griffin jumped into the steam locomotive. The driver started the engine, and the locomotive ran away with a "thump thump thump" sound, spewing hot white smoke.
"He was waiting here on purpose to show off," Sasha said bitterly as she saw the motorcycle going away.
Fanny frowned slightly and said seriously:
"A strong man who came from a poor family and became a third-level knight seven years ago is qualified to show off. At that time, he was only 31 years old, and it was more difficult to advance than it is now. Sasha, you must be respectful of such a person, even if he is not considered a friend."
"I understand," the short-haired knight lowered his head and said in a low voice.
"Let's go back to the church's headquarters. Get some rest tonight. Tomorrow morning, we will take the locomotive to Rhine City and arrive at the Holy Fire Cathedral in the evening."
Clown walked behind the crowd, thinking. Along the way, he saw the secret confrontation between the strong men of the church and the chief of the patrol force. He felt that the power of the church was actually at a disadvantage.
The group returned to the base, had a sumptuous dinner and then went back to their residence to rest.
Janice complained, "Dinner isn't good enough, why not let Lord Crown cook?!"
"You're right, but why would an adult always do trivial things like cooking?"
Del hugged his daughter and kissed her forehead: "Go to sleep, honey. We have to get up early tomorrow to travel. Tomorrow night we will arrive in Rhine City and start a new life."
Janice looked up and asked, "Dad, you said you would buy me a pet when we get there. I want a cat, too, but I want a big, fat cat."
"Okay, no problem."
(End of this chapter)