Open Your Quest Log Chapter 98

The servants of the castle put the dishes of the dinner on the table one after another.

Said to be the servants "men", but in fact there are only four castle stewards, a kind cook, a strange little boy who likes to snicker, and a young woman with freckles and a body similar to the cook.

This new-faced young woman not only looks a bit like the cook, but she doesn't even show off her stature. Her body was filled with the aroma of butter bread, and the whole person felt soft, sweet, and fat to Barrett.

Yes, at least it's no problem to hold two Hannahs.

When serving the plate of sliced ​​veal sausage, Bread Girl took two slices from the sausage on the plate in front of them, one for the snickering boy, and one for her own mouth. inside.

"It's really rude!" The cook criticized with dissatisfaction, "Isn't there more sausages in the kitchen, how can I reach out to get the food of the guests!"

"I just want to taste the difference." The young fat girl said indifferently.

"It's all the same, what is the difference!" the cook said angrily.

"Yes, yes! The guests' ones seem to taste better." The Bread Girl argued, "Isn't it, Dylan." She looked down at the boy.

The little boy grabbed the piece of beef sausage with both hands and ate it like a squirrel. When he heard the girl call him, he covered his mouth with his hand holding the sausage and snickered, "Hee hee, it's all the same." His mouth was full of oil, and his voice was crisp.

"You're really bad!" The bread girl pinched the little boy's cheek, "Next time I'll cover your mouth with freshly baked bread to make you talk nonsense!"

The little boy giggled and ran away, grabbing the cook's leg and showing half of his head. .

The castle butler named Sebastian walked up to Barrett and the others. "Everyone, please take your seats first. We don't pay much attention here. Your lord, he is changing clothes and will be here soon." After he finished speaking, he pointed to The roasted potato on the table was polite and confident, "By the way, I made this dish, trust me, its taste will definitely satisfy you."

The castle steward is also in charge of cooking? Barrett was curious, but on second thought it was nothing. It's only a 5- or 6-year-old boy in charge of "holding the lamp", which is understandable when there are not enough servants.

He looked at the dish highlighted by the castle butler. In the maple wood bowl, there were small roasted potatoes piled up like a hill. Each small potato is only the size of a pigeon's egg, and the skin is browned and steamed, which is very tempting.

The baby potatoes are baked with not only olive oil, but also paprika and cumin seeds, and are sprinkled with chopped parsley and rosemary when they come out of the oven.

Yes, Not Bad! As a gourmet with a unique experience in food, Barrett couldn't help but nodded in his heart after seeing this dish. But if he was asked to do it, he would replace the cumin seeds with dill, because the potato and dill would have a stronger flavor.

"I dug those potatoes!" The little boy hugged the cook's leg and said as if taking credit. His dark eyes kept staring at Barrett, and the smile on his face was pure and cheerful, "Every day I dig up a big pot of potatoes!" The boy stretched his arms and gestured hard, "Aunt Flanda said, thinking about To be a great knight, you have to dig up a lot of potatoes, is that so?"

what about me? Barrett swayed his body from side to side, and the little boy's eyes swayed from side to side following the movement of his body. It seems to be asking me.

Barrett coughed and was thinking about how to answer this weird question, but the kind cook said first, "That's fake! I ask you, is Lord Arman good?" She touched the little boy's head.

The little boy put away his smile and nodded solemnly.

"My lord, when he was young, he could dig up as many potatoes as hills every day, and he could hold two large pumpkins with one hand. And my lord, he was also good at pulling turnips, yes, very good! Until now , in the annual turnip pulling competition held in the village, the adult has always been the champion!" The cook said proudly.

The little boy had an expression of admiration on his face.

It seems that there is also a large vegetable garden in the castle, Barrett thought to himself. Otherwise, there would not be so many potatoes for the knight lord to dig when he was free, and there would not be so many turnips for the lord to practice his skills.

After Barrett and the others were all seated, the cook clapped her hands again, "Let me call the lord, he is really slow! It's rude to wait for a guest!" After speaking, the cook went to the door and raised her hand. Opening the door, he raised his head and shouted at the door, "It's time to eat! Your Excellency!"

To actually use a loud shout to inform the master to eat, this is a bit too casual. Barrett curiously speculated in his heart, it seems that although this Sir Arman looks very old-fashioned, he seems to be quite easy-going to his own people.

After a while, he saw Yarman leading another young knight and two young squires out of the door.

The knight lord Yarman took off his well-maintained full-body armor. He was only wearing ordinary beige cotton and linen clothes. Without the support of the armor, Sir Yarman looked emaciated and thin, with only silver hair on his head. Against the background of the light art in the sky, it still shone brightly.

He was dressed exactly like an ordinary person, and the only thing that represented his identity might be the family crest embroidered on the chest of his jacket that blocked the kite-shaped shield of the giant claws.

The other young knight was wearing a knee-length dress made of heavy fabric. The dress was quite luxurious, with folded cuffs and magnificent and intricate embroidery on the hem.

There are wavy gold and silver threads, and the family crest on the chest is a curved-horned antelope, and there are many green vines hanging from the antelope's horns.

As for the two squires, one was wearing a tight-fitting tunic, the other wearing a long-sleeved tunic. The two young squires followed behind the two knights, chatting softly with excitement on their faces.

Sir Arman came to the table and took the lead on the main seat. The young knight sat on his left, the squire in the long coat sat next to the young knight, and the castle steward sat on the right hand of the knight lord. The squire in the tunic sat next to the butler.

As for Barrett and others, Hannah sat on the other side of the long table, opposite Sir Arman, next to her were the kind Burton and Barrett, then Brandon and the somber Eddie, the coachman at the long table On the center line on the left and right sides, there is only one empty seat on the entire long table, which is opposite to the driver.

The cook led her daughter around the table, distributing food to each seat. She put the meat mixed soup containing roast pork, ham, tea sausage, pickled cucumbers and fresh mushrooms into the soup bowl in front of everyone, and put roasted potatoes, stewed beans, fried eggs on everyone's plate , put veal sausage, mustard blood sausage, and cured meat on another plate, and finally, poured everyone a full glass of rye beer.

"Thank you, Flanda." The knight lord ate the food before the food was distributed. He picked up the whole fried egg with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, drank the mixed meat soup, and then ate a piece of mustard blood sausage, "This blood sausage tastes great!" He said with satisfaction .

"Be polite, my lord!" the cook said dissatisfiedly, "there are guests today, and you look so rude!"

"No, my good Flanda, if I look like an aristocrat, that would be rude to the guests." The knight lord glanced at Barry across from him. The special class, then grabbed the bread and took a bite, "Eat it, adventurers, don't be restrained, I don't have so many rules here."

The cook gave Arman a helpless look, then smiled apologetically to Barrett and the others, and led her daughter and little boy out of the hall.

After seeing the cook left, Arman grabbed a piece of cured meat and put it in his mouth, "How many of you can carry weapons?" He sucked his fingers.

"Six!" Hannah replied blankly, "We are all good players."

"A good player?" Yarman sneered, "Woman, do you think I can't see it? Except for the Nord who is considered a good player, I am afraid that in a heads-up situation, the others can only beat goblins."

Hannah was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yarman, "Forget it, needless to say, although you are not very good, at least you are better than those farmers who only have scythes and hoes."

Hannah pursed her lips and took a bite of the little roasted potato. Barrett saw that her face was slightly deformed for a moment. She didn't know whether it was scalded by the heat in the potato or by Sir Arman.

"There are six of you, and we have 19, including me." The knight lord picked up another piece of calf sausage in his hand. "Tomorrow, the team of 25 will be under my command." Sir Arman stuffed the sausage He put it in his mouth and said in an unquestionable tone.

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