Chương 112: The Old Elf Transforms into a Little Chef

The snow has stopped.

Because of the disappearance of the Sanctuary, the demon wolves that used to gather outside the village are no longer present.

The tightly closed village gates finally opened, and life in the Village of Swords began to return to normal.

"To reward the hero who vanquished the monster, we must offer the fattest pig in the village." These were the last words of my grandmother, the village chief before me.

The little girl village chief led a group of villagers to bring a big white pig to Xia En and his friends.

Xia En stared dumbfounded at the pig that was tied to the flatbed cart and was still squealing.

Did your grandmother leave a will stating that it would be best to slaughter the pig and process the meat before sending it to the embassy?

"this----" The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"It's alright, I'll handle it. I learned how to deal with lion-boars from Kraft before."

As he spoke, Shutark, who was standing next to him, took the initiative to receive it.

After consuming the herbal medicine brewed by Frilian, Philen's condition improved significantly. He was now standing at the doorway, leaning on his cane, when he heard Shutalc's words and said in a sinister tone, "Mr. Shutalc, do you really know how?"

hiss!

Shutark shuddered.

He didn't dare turn around at all, and looked to Xia En beside him for help.

Shaun touched his nose, hoping that the [Strong Luck] would work and prevent Philon from noticing him.

In the days that followed, the villagers continued to bring more food as a token of their gratitude.

Considering that Philon needed to focus on his recovery, they decided to stay.

Shutark began his daily routine of "Little Shu's Helper," running out every morning and not returning home until it was completely dark.

In just a few days, he became familiar with most of the villagers. Every morning, children would appear at his door on time to call him out to play.

Shane stuffed some candy and nuts into his pocket. That silly boy, he never even bothered to prepare "tools" for the kids.

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With the help of the elderly monk, Philon slowly does rehabilitation exercises every day. Although the bones are not injured, the ankle is a very fragile joint and needs to be treated well.

The monks would talk about herbal medicine, and Philen listened attentively.

The way the two of them interacted gave off a strange sense of familiarity, like the characters in the movie "The Sea Tower".

Xia En observed secretly and noticed that the little girl seemed to be in a much better mood and wasn't as angry as she had been in the previous few days.

Frillie, standing nearby, quipped, "Isn't he always fearless?"

"You don't understand the psychology of a doting father/daughter."

"?"

cough.

Xia En coughed lightly.

"Speaking of which, why aren't you looking at any magic books today? You've been rummaging through boxes the whole time!"

"Looking for something."

"What are you looking for?"

Xia En walked over curiously.

Frillie's box was a mess, piled high with all sorts of magical materials and unknown magical tools, and there was even a live giant snail in it.

He couldn't help but click his tongue.

Girl, you have once again broadened my understanding of what a "magician" is.

"Ah, I found it."

Frillie looked up from the pile of junk, holding a piece of notebook paper in her hand.

"This is the recipe for the [Extra Large Hamburger Steak] that Aize gave me. I happen to have some pork that the village chief gave me, so I want to make it for the two of them to try."

Huge hamburger patty!

Shaun remembered it as an outrageously large meat chop, bigger than Aize's head.

It's a custom from the warrior villages of the Central Kingdoms, a gift usually prepared to reward warriors who have fought hard; it's a symbol of honor.

Shaen then remembered that Shutark and Philen's birthdays were coming up soon.

"It will take some time to cross the Svir Mountains, and there won't be any more villages after we leave Sword Village, so I wanted to celebrate for them in advance."

Xia En nodded.

"Of course."

The two children have suffered a lot along the way, so they need to be properly cared for.

"Then you make the hamburger patties, and I'll make the mushroom soup. Philon loves mushroom soup the most."

"it is good."

"Then I'll go pick mushrooms now."

He discovered this when he went to collect herbs before. There were several caves nearby, and the villagers said that mushrooms would grow inside.

Just do it.

The two of them got to their respective tasks.

"They're all back, and the food is just right."

Xia En put down the soup and gestured for the two little ones to sit down quickly.

Frillie brought out two huge platters from the kitchen. The steaks on the platters were still sizzling with oil, clearly freshly cooked.

Shutark was a little surprised.

"What are you doing?"

"Since you two have been behaving so well lately, I'm rewarding you with a delicious dinner."

Philon glanced at Shane suspiciously.

"So, you did all of this?"

"I made the soup, and Frilian made the steak."

"Wow! It's a super-sized hamburger steak!" Shutalck pulled up a chair and plopped down, his eyes gleaming with surprise, but then a hint of doubt crept in.

"Isn't this the kind of incredibly delicious food you only get on your birthday?! But how come you have it—"

"Your master copied the recipe for me."

With that, Frillie handed the knives and forks to everyone.

"It will still take some time to cross the [Swell Mountains], so let's celebrate your birthdays together now so we don't miss them."

"Oh, is my birthday coming up soon?"

Shutark had an indifferent expression on his face, as if he hadn't remembered his own birthday at all.

Philon looked at the dishes on the table and felt a surge of emotion.

Throughout their years of traveling together, Mr. Shane and Lady Frillian have never forgotten her birthday.

"Here, have a taste. This is your favorite mushroom soup."

of course.

This feeling of being moved lasted only a minute.

Seeing the mushroom soup that Xia En handed over, Philon's beautiful eyebrows instantly twisted into a pretzel.

"Are you sure this mushroom soup is safe to drink?"

"What are you talking about! Of course you can!"

Xia En confidently raised his chin.

Philon still looked doubtful.

Meanwhile, Shutark, who was eating with his mouth full of oil, picked up the soup bowl in front of him and said, "I also like mushroom soup. Let me try it."

Philon was somewhat surprised.

"Mr. Shutark, wait a minute—" Unfortunately, the soldier's actions were quite decisive.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

I finished a bowl of cream of mushroom soup in just two sips.

"It tastes good."

Shutark praised him.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, two streams of blood flowed from his nose—

"I'm going to find Grandpa Monk."

Philon sighed, calmly got up and left.

"I'll go get the Holy Scripture. It might not be of much use, but I'll at least give you a healing spell."

Frillie sighed and got up to leave.

She never expected that Xia En's cooking skills were so consistent; after so many years, he hadn't improved at all.

We should have listened to Philon: forbid Shane from entering the kitchen.

Shutark wiped the blood from under his nose, looking completely bewildered. He swayed a couple of times and then collapsed onto the table, unconscious.

Xia En stared at the mushroom soup in front of him, lost in thought.

That shouldn't be the case.

This time he inspected all the mushrooms, picking them one by one as instructed by Philon.

There are no poisonous mushrooms!

Not a single one!

"It must not be ripe—" >