Open Your Quest Log Chapter 115

After Barrett peeled the onions, he sliced ​​them along the sides of the stock pot and let them fall into the pot. Take out two more apples, cut them into quarters, remove the core, and add them to the soup in the same way. After the apples were stewed softly, Barrett mashed the apples and the takara fenugreek together with a spoon, and the whole pot of soup instantly thickened and became more and more sweet.

It would be great to have some yogurt, he thought, as he sprinkled a little turmeric powder and salt into the soup. The bisque has a hint of spice and a hint of apple sweetness, and an indescribable special flavor - that's the distinctive taste of the parsnips of Mawela, loved by the people of the desert kingdom of Takara. taste.

"Wait a little longer, and then everyone can drink warm Mawela parsnip soup." Barrett said to everyone with a smile, "Please don't be polite, just treat it as one of my kind invitations to everyone. Give back a little bit."

"The proposal to invite you was the first one I put forward." The timid middle-aged man said as if taking credit, "Look, we are either old people or children, and there are women, even if there are two goblins at night. , we can't handle it. We need someone as powerful as you to protect us, very much!" He spoke very directly.

"Don't say that, Mr. Hayden, aren't there still two men, you and me." The coachman shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"How many goblins can you handle?" the middle-aged man asked, "I can't handle any of them." He said confidently.

After the previous episode, everyone seems to be familiar with each other. And after getting to know each other, this fat middle-aged man changed his previous cautious manner, and his words became more frequent.

"Is that leopard still coming?" the middle-aged man named Hayden asked Barrett again, "I haven't asked you yet..."

"Just call me 'Barrett'."

"Mr. Barrett, I mean, will it come back to attack us again." The middle-aged man looked into the darkness in the distance, then shivered, and wanted to lean towards Barrett and wait to be After the latter glared at him, Nuonuo returned to his original position.

"That's just a young night saber, Mr. Hayden, maybe he's not weaned." Barry stirred the soup in the pot and explained helplessly, "As I said, that little guy is not in any danger at all. Sex, it can't attack anyone." It's not even sure if it can survive tonight, if its mother doesn't come to find it, "As for whether it will come back, in fact, this little guy is by the grass, always didn't leave."

"What? You mean it's still there?" The middle-aged man cried out in horror. He suddenly stood up and looked into the darkness outside the bonfire again.

Following the man's movements, there was a slight, weak cry from the darkness in the distance, "Ah woo!" Then, the voice came closer, "Ah woo!"

"Mr. Barrett, do something, hurry, this man-eating beast is coming!" Mr. Hayden began his suppressed voice again.

Everyone is timid. Barbarians have seen some adventurers **** their pants because of the shadows in the foggy forest, and some people fainted from the fear of a dead tree branch falling on their heads, but they are too timid. A level like this Mr. Hayden is quite rare.

Barrett was most afraid of mice when he was a child, because every night he would dream of a mouse lying beside his bed, staring at him with bright eyes and long, thin whiskers like pine needles.

The mouse would approach from the bedside, sticking his beard on his arms and his cheeks, making him feel prickly and itchy, just like his dad's jagged stubble.

The mouse disappears from the mind, and the 'cat' emerges from the bonfire. The young shadow lynx didn't seem to be at all afraid of their much taller humans, or, perhaps, hunger drove him to forget his fear and had to approach them.

"Don't we really have to do anything, Mr. Barrett?" the driver asked worriedly. "It's mother might think that we kidnapped her child. We all know that this is a misunderstanding. But to be honest. , this misunderstanding is not easy to explain, unless the night saber also understands the common language."

The cub cautiously walked to the bonfire, raised its head and squeaked at the surrounding people, as if to warn the big guys in front of it that I am not to be offended.

Don't tell me, there was indeed a certain person who was shocked by its scream. This person stood there and didn't dare to move, like a gargoyle in the state of a statue.

The cub raised its head, looked at the soup pot, and approached it one step further and half a step back. The heat and dazzling light of the bonfire made this little guy terrified, but the hunger in his belly seemed even more terrifying to him.

It stretched a small paw into the air and grabbed it gently twice, as if it wanted to touch the black thing that was emitting a good smell on the bonfire, but such an action was undoubtedly futile.

"It's hungry," the little girl said suddenly. "Mom, is it hungry? Does it eat lemon cake?"

The young mother stroked the little girl's hair, "It's too young to eat lemon cake." She said softly, her eyes full of tenderness looking at the girl in her arms, and at the young boy by the bonfire beast.

The cub circled around the campfire, and then again. It screamed softly with some anxiety, making people feel pity.

Of course, there are not many people who are in the mood to "give pity" at the moment. The indifferent Barrett, the terrified middle-aged man, the coachman who didn't want to cause other troubles, and the sleepy old man, these people obviously didn't have such thoughts.

"Mom, it's so pitiful." The little girl looked at the cub with sympathy, and then looked up at her mother, "I want to feed it some food? What does it eat?"

"Milk," the girl's mother whispered. "It should drink milk." The woman looked at Barrett.

The girl also followed her mother's gaze to look at Barrett, "Uncle, can you give Betty some milk?"

"Shadow Mountain..., night saber leopards are not docile animals, believe me, they are full of wildness." Barrett advised. But the mother and daughter were still looking at Barrett, the girl's eyes pleading.

"Sigh..." Barrett took out an oak bowl from the space ring, poured some milk into the bowl, and handed the wooden bowl to the girl's mother.

"Thank you," the girl's mother said. "Just as a mother, I don't see children suffering."

"Even if it's a beast?" Barrett asked rhetorically.

The woman smiled without explaining much. After she took the wooden bowl, she did not put the wooden bowl with milk directly in front of the cub, but handed it to the little girl, then released her hands holding the little girl, and gave her an encouragement eyes.

The young girl held the wooden bowl with a pair of small hands, and walked to the cub with a face full of fear. The young shadow lynx subconsciously made a threatening gesture, and the frightened little girl took a step back in panic.

The milk in the wooden bowl spilled a little on the ground with the little girl's panicked movements. The cub put away its bared expression, smelled the milk on the ground, licked it again, then looked up at the little girl, and let out a soft meow.

The little girl glanced back at her mother, and then, under her mother's encouraging gaze, slowly squatted down and put the wooden bowl on the ground.

She squatted on the spot and beckoned to the cub with her fleshy arm, "Eat it." She said crisply.

However, the shadow lynx cub didn't wait for the little girl to say hello, and already fell to the side of the wooden bowl and quickly licked it. It seems to be really hungry, even if the little girl carefully placed her palm on its body and stroked it slowly, it did not cause it to be dissatisfied or resisted at all.

The fat middle-aged man said anxiously to the girl's mother at this time, "How can you let her do this, how can you let her do this! Look at how sharp the teeth of this beast are, believe me, it can be easily torn apart. Our throats! Get her away." The middle-aged man lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that the terrifying beast in front of him would hear it.

The girl's mother still just smiled ~www.mtlnovel.com~ without words.

Barrett noticed that in addition to polite silence, this smile actually implied another meaning, "You can say whatever you want, I'm too lazy to explain it to you."

It can be seen that this is also a woman with great personality and assertiveness. In Barrett's memory, women with such a personality are not easy to mess with.

After the cub drank most of the milk in the wooden bowl, he raised his head and called to the little girl twice. It climbed up to the little girl's legs, circled around her calves a few times, and rubbed its face lightly, causing the little girl to giggle.

The little girl stretched out her hand and with some difficulty picked up the beast cub as young as her. The cub did not bark its small fangs, nor did it make a threatening neigh. It let the little girl carry it back to its mother, and let the two women, one big and one small, continue to harass it. Gently stroke.

This little guy was just curled up in the little girl's arms, squinting his eyes, as if he wanted to take a nap after eating.

A beast with a fair conscience, or it also understands the truth of "accepting gifts and conferring shortcomings"? But I still provided the milk, and you never gave me a good face, Barrett murmured in his heart.

But I have to say, this scene is really sweet.

Barrett shrugged, "It's full, it's our turn." He took out several empty bowls from the space ring and scooped the takara parsnip soup from the soup pot into the bowls one by one. , "It's windy, let's drink some soup to warm up and rest."

Just as Barrett had just scooped up the first bowl, the white-haired old man who had been sleeping all of a sudden stood up, took the soup bowl in his hand under Barrett's surprised eyes, and drank it on his own. .

"Huh? Parsnip soup, it tastes really good!" The old man said with satisfaction.

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