Chapter 1956 Gretel’s Honeymoon Extra (1)

Two silver dragons rose into the sky, circled over Nevis, and flew eastward. I won’t participate in banquets or other banquets. Giving gifts in return to guests does not exist. There is no such thing as the bridal chamber...

I won’t show it to you! ! !

Let’s go, let’s go out and play! After staying in Nevis for so many years, I went to work every day, lectured every day, went to the hospital every day, and went to the institute every day...

There isn’t even a weekend holiday. It is said that in the previous life, there were hospital rules and regulations, so I had to come to work, but in this life, I saw too many patients and too many students waiting for food, and I couldn't bear not to come to work.

do not care!

Ignore it!

Anyway, now that Ashu can stay in the hospital, he can afford to teach, educate, treat and save people, which is more efficient than doing it himself. While you’re getting married, give yourself a long vacation!

Go out and play!

"Gretel, where should we go to play?"

"Let's go slowly! Except for the time we went to Askan, we haven't been to the Old World yet! On this honeymoon trip, let's walk around one place and have a lot of fun!"

"OK!!!"

Anyway, after the "Hall Strait Agreement" was concluded, the pagans could now walk freely in the Old World. On the surface, they didn't dare to make a move, but secretly, they couldn't beat the two legends walking together!

Play, play, travel, have fun!

Grete and Cerira flew side by side across the Hall Strait, found a secret place near Ostend City, landed quietly, and returned to their human form.

After so many years, the city of Ostend has washed away all the flames of war and smoke, and has become bustling and prosperous. Cerira held Gretel's hand and walked on the street, looking left and right, but she couldn't get enough:

"Wow! The whole whale! - Grete, look, they actually dragged the whole whale to the port and killed it on the spot and sold it on the spot!!!"

While shouting, he already grabbed Gretel's hand and squeezed into the crowd regardless of his own safety. Holding a gold coin high in one hand, he shouted like the surrounding citizens:

"Give me a piece of whale meat! Give me a piece! - I want the fattest piece on the right!!!"

Grete was pulled by her, stretched her neck, and looked around. On the bow... none. On the ship's mast... none. There was...no feeling in the cabin. Is it on the anchor?

There is a saying that it is really a pity to slaughter whales in the ocean, only take the whale oil, and throw away all the rest. If you can bring them back and kill them, the whale meat can provide meat for many citizens.

In the past, it was beyond our power to kill whales in the ocean. Now, we can drag live whales to the port. Has a new method of luring fish been invented?

Where are the directional whale decoys? What is the principle?

Before he could understand it, and just as he was about to use up his energy to look for it, Cerela had already picked up a large piece of whale meat and happily dragged him out of the crowd. After turning around and around, smelling the aroma, I found a tavern and smashed the whale meat on the table:

"Boss! Give us a whale stew...or whale steak...or whatever!"

"okay!!!"

The boss rushed out of the kitchen, picked up the piece of whale meat wider than his shoulders and taller than his upper body in both hands, and rushed back to the kitchen. Cerira took a deep breath, then took a deep breath, and tried to take a deep breath:

"Pepper... cloves... cardamom... cinnamon... chili... vanilla... Gretel, there are so many spices here!"

"Yeah... there are really many." Grete had already started to put bubbles on his head: he really didn't like to put a lot of spices in, and would always have a hodgepodge.

Get some onions and some ginger to remove the fishy smell and eat the original flavor of the food. He likes it very much. Seven or eight spices are put in for free. One bite is spicy and tangy, and another bite makes the mouth numb with peppercorns. Yes, why bother?

“Boss, put less spice!!!”

"It's okay! Spices are cheap now!" The boss quickly chopped the whale meat into pieces, cut it into slices, marinated what should be marinated, and stewed what should be stewed. Let a boy watch the fire and come out to talk to the guests:

"In the past two years, a route has been opened to the New World. With magicians accompanying the ship, many risks can be avoided! The spices and sucrose shipped from the New World have increased many times, and the price has suddenly become cheaper!"

"Is it easy for a magician to find a job here?"

Gretel turned his head curiously. The boss nodded repeatedly:

"It's easy to find! It's easy to find! You can find it in all kinds of stores, workshops, and factories!

——Is the guest here with your wife looking for a job? Two streets away, there is an office of the Magic Council. The white house is very conspicuous. You can see it at a glance! "

Gretel and Cerira looked at each other and smiled. After a while, a white-robed priest from the Glorious Holy See walked into the tavern, looked around, and found a wooden stool against the wall to sit down:

"Boss, please have a piece of black bread and a glass of water."

"Here it comes!" The boss agreed loudly, walked quickly into the kitchen, and after a moment, brought out a tray:

"Pastor Farwell, the meal you asked for. May the Lord of Light bless you!"

"Thank you."

The white-robed priest quickly tapped a few points on his chest, discharged two coins, and began to eat quietly.

Grete looked at him curiously for a while, until the boss brought out a large plate of fragrant whale steak, a basket of white bread and a plate of vegetables:

"Guest, you two want the whale steak. May the secret bless you!"

"Thank you!"

Gretel took the steak, glanced at the boss curiously, then walked around him and glanced at the white-robed priest opposite. The other party just turned around, looked into his eyes, made sure, nodded slightly to him, and continued to lower his eyes to eat his own.

Huh?

"Is it okay to say 'secret blessing' in front of him?"

Grete hooked his fingers, and a wisp of breeze enveloped his voice and sent it to the boss's ear at the right time. The boss chuckled:

"It's okay, it's okay. None of our resident priests will fight with magicians over this - at most they will ask you for donations."

Sure enough, the pastor finished eating quietly and sat down to drink water quietly without making a sound. When Grete and Serira finished eating and paying, he turned back and observed carefully for a while, then walked over lightly:

"Dear Mr. Magician, please donate some money for the children! Our medical center is launching a 'cup of milk a day' project for poor hospitalized children. If you donate a copper coin, one child will be able to drink it. To the milk!”

"Your hospital?"

Grete asked curiously. Pastor Fawell nodded vigorously, quickly took out a cuff with a red cross and put it on himself:

"Oak Grove Hospital Ostend Branch! Dear Mr. Magician, for the sake of Your Majesty the Master of Life, can you please donate some money for the child?"