Chapter 363 The Food of the Valley Dwarves

"Like all new guys."

Barn shrugged, "Trish has obviously listened to so many adventure stories that she has unrealistic illusions about adventure."

"What she doesn't realize yet is that there's more to adventure than just treasure and glory."

"If she had experienced the pain of losing her companions, experienced a disastrous defeat against an invincible enemy, and experienced the deepest despair, then I think she would no longer be so reckless."

Barn paused: "Of course, this may be difficult for her."

Tang Sen: "It's difficult?"

"That's right." Barn showed a complicated expression: "Why do you think we would let a person who has never experienced an adventure participate in it?"

"Countless cases and stories remind all adventurers that newcomers who dream of becoming famous overnight should start with small things like retrieving cats and dogs and cleaning sewers. Otherwise, one of their reckless moves may Let the entire team be wiped out."

"As for Cuixi, I could see this from the time she rashly joined our chat. It turns out that her behavior was more rash than I thought."

"but--"

Barn glanced at Cui Xi: "She is a third-ring mage who is less than twenty years old, and she is also a half-elf with a long life. Do you know what this means?"

"It means that she either has an extremely powerful talent or an extremely powerful background. If she has both, then it is inevitable that she will become a high-level mage."

"I would be more than happy to be a future high-level mage's first adventure companion, something that doesn't happen often."

Tang Sen nodded. Obviously, Barn's heart was not as rough as his appearance. At least he knew how to invest in the future instead of just focusing on the present.

"Moreover, Carmelo and Maris are not stupid. One of them is an experienced adventurer, and the other is a wanderer who lives in the market. They must have the same idea as me."

The monk came over and said, "Barn, your idea is not wrong, but you lack some observation skills."

He said slowly: "I don't think a powerful mage would let his disciple prepare only attack spells for his first adventure. If this happens, there are only two possibilities, either, the mage intends to kill himself An extremely talented disciple, or he thinks that no matter how reckless Cui Xi is, nothing will happen to her."

"Without a doubt, I think it's the latter."

"She must be carrying magic props or scrolls that are enough to deal with any danger. Otherwise, Maris would not be so eager for Trish."

Barn suddenly realized: "I thought Maris liked her."

"The love of a rogue is not so easy." The monk said: "Money and interests are what rogues will consider... Of course, if Cui Xi is naive enough to like Maris, I think he will not refuse. .”

While chatting, Baan kept moving his hands, skillfully handling the ingredients collected by others and setting up a bonfire.

Looking at this posture, the other party's self-proclaimed cooking master is indeed true.

While everyone was busy, Tang Sen opened his suitcase and took out a book left by the necromancer.

For Tang Sen, knowledge is free and does not need to occupy the reward quota. Any knowledge he has read is free of charge.

What's more, he is very interested in the magic of this world.

"If you want to gain more magical knowledge, you can go to Candlekeep." The monk said: "There is the largest collection of books in Faerûn, and there is a large group of spellcasters gathered there. Many adventurers have their hopes. Yu found an ancient book in Candlekeep, and then made a lot of money from the ruins recorded in it, such as Baan."

"Don't mention this!" Barn looked over displeased: "When I go to Candlekeep next time, I will definitely teach that damn liar a lesson. I'm sure that he will not only sell the information about the Necromancer's cemetery. Gave me someone.”

His eyes glanced at Tang Sen's suitcase, and then he was stunned for a moment.

"Can I have a look at that book?"

He pointed to one of the books in the suitcase.

"The delicacies of the valley dwarves?" Tang Sen nodded happily and said, "If you can use it, I'll give this book to you. I'm really not very good at cooking."

Barn put down what he was doing, carefully picked up the book, and said, "I'm just curious about what the valley dwarves can make. As far as I know, their food is famous for being unpalatable."

He opened the book and read out the recipe: "Material preparation: two medium-sized lizards, two tablespoons of flour, add twice -"

"Why do you need to add it twice?" The monk asked curiously: "Will this make the taste better?"

"No." Barn shook his head: "The valley dwarves lack advanced mathematical knowledge. I mean, they are not good at any addition greater than 2."

"So I guess it says add four tablespoons of flour."

He continued reading: "Two potatoes and one more, chopped I guess three potatoes into cubes."

"Two carrots, taken twice, crushed. Four carrots cut off."

"Two onions, killed. Chopped, I guess."

He translated the recipe bit by bit according to his own understanding, and his face became increasingly uncomfortable.

"How to cook it specifically, lift the lizard above your head and swing it back and forth a few times, throw it into the pot, add the rest of the pile, light a fire under the pot - and then take a nap?"

"It seems that this recipe is not helpful." Tang Sen shrugged: "At least it doesn't sound very delicious."

"I will find a way to improve it." Barn put the book away temporarily and said: "After all, it is a beautiful recipe for dwarves. Anyway, thank you for your gift."

Baan's cooking is as good as he claims, or in other words, this is one of the few delicacies that Tang Sen has ever tasted in the world.

Moreover, Baan also repeatedly emphasized that this was a substandard work because it was in the wild without seasonings and good cooking utensils.

Tang Sen has begun to consider hiring Barn as his chef. It is foreseeable that the things he will eat in this world will not be too little. And the types will be very strange.

Since there was no adventurous goal, no one was in a hurry. Except for a few slaves who lived nearby who wanted to break away from the team and take the news of their rescue home, everyone else chose to rest in the camp. , it wasn’t until the early morning of the next day that everyone set off again.

Out of the monk's persistence, the team escorted the slaves to the nearest town, and then went up the main road to the famous coastal city in the entire Sword Coast and even Faerûn, known as the City of Skillful Hands , of the Pearl of the North——

Neverwinter.