In the dark kitchen, there are still unextinguished embers in the stove, and the faint dark red flames reflect two slightly childish faces.

"Roland, although this statue is exquisite, it is still a bit scary when you look closely." Weiss subconsciously approached Roland and looked left and right, but saw a pile of solidified blood on the ground not far away, and was startled again.

She couldn't stop and pulled Roland's sleeve: "We've found all the things, let's go now."

Roland didn't make a sound, he was looking at the delicate statuette over and over.

This thing is not big, it is only the size of a baby's fist, it is milky white all over, and it is a bit heavy with a heavy hand. It is a woman kneeling on the ground and praying.

From the back, the woman was covered with inches of strands, with thin bee waist, peach buttocks, and her thick long hair spread down, just covering the private parts of her body.

But if you look closely from the front, you will find that the woman is very evil-looking. On the top of her head, a pair of small sharp corners pierced from her thick hair. On her face, ruby ​​pupils are embedded in a pair of long phoenix eyes, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and two thin fangs are stretched out. Her expression seems to be a smile, mocking, and seducing.

It was clearly a sacred prayer, but it was filled with awe-inspiring evil spirits.

When Roland looked at the statue's face carefully, he clearly felt that the statue was also looking at him.

At first, Roland felt that this face was strange and wild, but as he looked at it, he felt that the strange face had become a little charming and charming. At some point, his hands began to touch the statue's body, and his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was stroking his beloved woman.

The touch that comes back from the statue is also very unique, delicate, warm, smooth, round, and seems to be elastic, just like the skin of a living person!

He couldn't let go of his hands and kept stroking.

The statue in his hand responds with a fiery touch, and it seems to have some kind of passionate and strange rhythm.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Roland heard the sound of his heartbeat, and didn't know whether it was his own or it came from the statue.

"Oh~"

Roland sighed and couldn't help but bow his head, trying to kiss the statue in his hand.

At this moment, a voice came from his ear. It was light at first, but it slowly became heavier, with a crying voice. He was surprised in his heart, and he listened with a tilted ear. He heard it clearly. It was Weis's voice.

"Roland! Roland! What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk?!"

"Roland, wake up quickly, I'm scared!"

Familiar voice, familiar weak and helpless.

Roland was alert in his heart, suddenly came to his senses, and looked in the sound, and saw that Weisi was already in tears. He was wondering in his heart: "What's wrong with Weisi, why are you crying?"

Weiss rushed into Roland's arms: "You looked so terrible just now. I talked to you, but you didn't respond. I called you, but you couldn't hear me, and I kept giggling, just like... like those zombies. I thought you were going to become zombies!"

"Living zombie? Smile?" Roland was wondering in his heart. Wasn't he stroking the statue just now? Why was he smirking?

He looked down at the statue in his hand. A strange-looking prayer woman had a smooth touch, but now it seemed that she was just an ordinary dead object, and there was no feeling of charm and charm, not to mention the tender and warm skin.

"This thing is really evil. I guess it's an evil thing left by Vermia. Don't stay with you."

He turned to look at the stove, waved his hand and wanted to throw the statue into the charcoal fire.

At the last moment when the statue was about to be removed, Roland felt a little reluctant in his heart, and the previous ecstasy touch once again appeared in his mind.

"Forget it, it's just a wood carving, so I'll be careful. Besides, the eyes of this wood carving are ruby ​​and the craftsmanship is also very good. I took it out and said that I can't sell it for some money."

Thinking of this, Roland waved his hand and wanted to retract again.

As soon as this strange idea came out, Roland suddenly became alert: "Hiss~~ something is wrong~ It's very wrong~ In such a short time, this wood carving has had such a strong influence on me. It's so evil~ It's so evil!"

He gritted his teeth, ignored the strong reluctance in his heart, and threw the statue into the charcoal fire on the stove. Finally, he added a lot of charcoal to the stove, burning the stove to the fire.

He never looked at the statue again: "Let's go, Weiss."

"Well, okay." Weiss was still in a daze, and was a little unconscious. After being pulled by Roland, she subconsciously followed him.

After leaving the castle, the bright and warm sunshine shone on his body, which immediately dispelled the gloom in Roland's heart: "I don't think about it anymore, I still have to learn to recognize words with Master Miller. I'll go to Echo Valley now."

"Weis, I'm going to go to the back mountain now and I'll be back soon. Do you go to the yard to wait for me?" Roland suggested.

"No, I want to be with you." Weiss shook her head firmly.

Roland thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, there are no beasts in the back mountain. Just stay with me and follow closely."

The two of them turned from the back door to the Echo Valley. Here, Roland seemed to be as relaxed and comfortable as when he returned home. He took Weiss around this trap and looked around the trap. When he returned to the castle again, he had already added a fat belly-scale rabbit and a large handful of fresh plant tubers in his hand. This tuber is a specialty of another world, containing a lot of starch. After being cooked, the taste is similar to yam. Roland called it wild yam.

After returning to the castle, Roland took an iron pot from the spire kitchen, set up a simple stove in a corner of the yard, and borrowed a dagger from the sergeant Hrude and began to process the ingredients.

When he was on Earth, he lived alone with his daughter. His daughter was picky about food, so he tried his best to make delicious food. Over time, he naturally practiced his cooking skills.

He is especially good at stewing. The stewed broth he cooks is thick but not greasy, the taste is tender and delicious, and the stewed meat is refreshing. Every time he stews the meat, his daughter will eat half a bowl of rice less than usual.

Now, everything is familiar.

Cut the meat, add water, seasonings, and increase the heat. After half an hour, the rich aroma began to emanate from the pot and slowly drifted around until it wrapped the entire castle.

Everyone in the yard looked sideways, and Weiss, who was staying beside Roland, stared at the iron pot with her eyes tightly on her, and she had already swallowed her saliva several times.

After a while, the rabbit meat was stewed. Roland picked up a large wooden bowl, washed it carefully, and served a large bowl of meat, and the first one to the mage Miller.

Miller had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Roland's respectful attitude, the rabbit meat in the wooden bowl was filled with local food, he felt very comfortable and couldn't help but think: "My legs are not good anymore. If I could find a good apprentice to serve me, it would seem very good."

"Master, the first time I did it, I couldn't control the heat. You can try it." Roland respected his attitude.

"Ha~ I've eaten rabbit meat stewed many times, but I haven't seen it so fragrant." Miller scooped a bite of the broth and took a sip. He felt a wonderful fresh fragrance rushing into his mouth, rich, smooth and delicious, just like soft little hands, gently massaged his tongue, making people sigh.

"Oh~ It's delicious and touching, tsk~~" He started to eat in big mouthfuls.

Seeing that Miller was satisfied, Roland felt relieved. He turned around, poured out half of the pot of meat, and gave it to the military chief Hrude in a row.

"Sergeant, I'll return the dagger. Also, let's try these rabbit meats for everyone."

"You don't need to return the dagger, you can take it to defend yourself." Hrud waved his hand generously and gave Roland a pure steel military dagger.

He was much more generous than Miller. He picked up the fast rabbit meat with his hands and threw it into his mouth, chewing the meat and bones together, chewing it out loud.

After swallowing the piece of meat, he drank a large bowl of broth and then sighed: "It's so good to be able to eat such delicious food on the march!"

After eating a few bites of rabbit meat, he turned around and waved to the soldiers under him: "Boys, come on, come on, try Roland's skills."

The soldiers had been waiting for a long time. As soon as the sergeant opened his mouth, he rushed forward. You and I quickly divided the rabbit meat in the pot. If you were slow to move and didn't get the meat, you poured a spoonful of rich and delicious rabbit meat soup on the dry food in your hands, and you also ate it with relish.

Roland returned to the iron pot and scooped Weiss a bowl of stewed meat. The bowl didn't look much, but it was hidden inside half of the rabbit leg meat that Roland deliberately left behind.

“Eat.”

Wei Si was frightened for a long time and followed Roland to jump up and down the valley. She had only eaten one meat pie before, and her stomach was already gurgling hungry. At this time, she took the wooden bowl and started eating in a hurry...

Then Roland scooped up the little food left in the pot, squatted beside the wall, and started eating beautifully.

He did this to naturally build up a relationship and gain some favorability.

Although he is in another world, as long as there are people, he has to talk about human feelings. Not to mention anything else. If he encounters a sneak attack by a beast when he encounters a sneak attack by the sergeant Hrud, the chief sergeant Hrud, who can take care of him more carefully, will be much safer.

After eating and drinking, Miller took out a book from his package, then waved to Roland, and smiled gently: "Come here."

This attitude is much better than before.

Roland was stunned, but walked over. Weiss naturally followed him closely.

Miller didn't drive Weiss away either. He opened the book and said, "While there is still time, I will start teaching you to recognize words now."

"Don't it meant it was tomorrow?" Roland asked.

Miller laughed: "Why, I'll teach you earlier, are you unhappy?"

"Of course I'm happy," Roland smiled. He leaned over to Miller and asked again, "Can my sister be there to listen? I promise she will keep quiet."

Weiss stood shyly behind Roland, lowering her head.

Miller shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, but remember, you can only listen from the side and not speak, do you understand?"

Originally, he would never be so generous, but now he was thinking of accepting disciples and even took a special eye on Roland, so the situation was different.

"Thank you, Lord Miller." Roland was very happy.

When the two were ready, Miller opened the first page of the book and said, "My book is called "The Battle of Light", which records the legendary epic of Damontels, the hero of the Light Spirit Empire, who led a united army to repel the Night Demon. The poem has a total of 35,229 words, and there are about 6,000 daily words used. Basically, after recognizing all the words in this book and reading them normally, there is no problem."

Weiss remembered it seriously, but Roland's attention was not on the recognition of words: "The heroes of the Guangling Empire? The united army? Is the Guangling Empire very powerful?"

"Of course powerful." Miller's face became solemn: "It's not just as powerful, but it's incredibly powerful. In fact, our Kingdom of Glenmay is a vassal state of the Light Spirit Empire. It can even be said that the reason why we Glenmay people can gain a foothold in the Sunrise Continent is to worship the protection of the Light Spirit Empire."

"Valents? Glenmai?" Roland heard a strange meaning: "Who is the Light Spirit Empire composed of? Are the Light Spirit people?"

This name sounds weird.

"It's not the Light Spirit Man, it's the Light Spirit. Light Spirit is an immortal legendary race. It has a history of more than 20,000 years from ancient times to the present. This is far from comparable to that of Glenmai. Well, I won't talk about these things in depth. When you master the text, you can easily learn this knowledge from various allusions and legends. Now, start to recognize words. Also, don't interrupt me again."
Chapter completed!