Chapter 1172： You are an excellent chef

“Not entertaining.”

McGonagall put away a few empty bowls and smiled at Rom. "I don't know if Master Roma is satisfied with this dinner?"

Roma looked a little complicated and nodded. Hesitated, and couldn’t help but open his mouth: "I want to know what fish you are? Why did I remember a lot of things I had forgotten after I ate?"

"This is a fat-headed fish caught in the northernmost part of the Los Angeles Empire. It is also known as a broken ice fish. The fish head has the effect of supplementing the brain. The head of this fat-headed fish is much larger than ordinary fish and lives in extremely cold places, perhaps It has achieved some special effects," said McGregor.

"It turns out that the land of the far north, not everyone can go." Rom is stunned, but some are lost.

After eating the fish head, he felt that the whole person was suddenly awake. The things that happened in the past year were vivid and there was no longer a feeling of being bound.

This is obviously obtained after eating the fish.

After two years of chaos, this rare soberness made him feel precious.

However, if you want to catch this big fish from the northernmost place, he obviously can't do it. The idea of ​​wanting to eat this big fish often to keep himself awake will naturally be lost.

McGonagall looked at the face of Rom's transformation. He had already guessed a certain heart. He smiled and said: "If Roma master wants to eat this fish head, he can go to the city of chaos and look for me. My restaurant will Open there, if you get a kitchen knife, you will have a pepper head supply every day."

"The City of Chaos." Rom squinted and looked at his forging workshop with a hint of reflection. He stayed here for more than four hundred years, almost staying here forever, and he thought many times that he would die. Here.

Regardless of war and peace, he never thought about leaving here.

Maybe it is love, but maybe it is fear.

The outside world is strange to him. He has no friends, only customers.

He never left the Iron Fort, and he didn't know what the world was like.

This dilapidated forge, considered to be the glory and holy place of the forge, is his most gorgeous clothes and his impenetrable fortress.

Now, McGonagall sent him an invitation with a pepper head.

"It's better to change a place and die in the forge on the forge." Rom's gaze became firm, and the forge that he regarded as a treasure was suddenly worthless.

"Going to the city of chaos, can you eat the pepper head every day?" Rom looked back at McGonagall and asked seriously.

"If the masters line up a little earlier every day, there should be no problem." Meg smiled and nodded. The richest forgemaster in the world naturally did not need to consider the issue of money.

Rom nodded slightly, didn't say anything, but he already had a decision in his heart.

"Master Roma, then we were gambling before..." McGonagall said.

"You won, I admit, the fish head you made is the most delicious food I have ever eaten, and the most special food. I have to apologize for my former reckless words, you are a good chef." Roma Said solemnly.

"The master is an open man." McGonagall said with a smile.

Rom’s face also showed a smile, and he said quickly: “What kind of kitchen knife do you want, I will help you out tomorrow.”

"This is a drawing, I want a kitchen knife like this." McGonagall took a picture from his arms and handed it to Roma.

"It seems that from the beginning to the end you are very confident to convince me." Roma smiled and took the drawing, glanced at it, and then slammed into his pocket, a kitchen knife can not help him.

"It's not easy to come to Eisen Iron Castle. If you can't successfully convince Master Roma, you won't be alone." McGonagall also smiled, although he had to wait another day, but he also completed the task ahead of time.

"The fish head is finished, but I still have wine. Would you like to come there?" Roma took the wine bag from his waist and handed it to McGonagall.

"With the child, I can only take a drink with the master." McGonagall took the wine bottle and looked up and drank a big mouth. The spirits went into the throat, not too good taste, and then handed the wine bag back to Roma.

"In this case, I am not reluctant to you." Rom took the wine bottle and looked up and drank two big mouths. He said, "Can you have a place to sleep at night?" The eyes fell on Amy's body, now it is the winter most. When I was cold, the little girl was so small that it would not be possible to stay outside for one night.

"We are going to stay at the Tam Hotel in front of us." McGonagall pointed to the front.

"Okay, then go now, take the kitchen knife tomorrow evening." Rom waved.

"Goodbye Master Roma." McGonagall took the washed pot and bowl back and shouted with Rom. He took out a burning wood from the fire as a torch and took Amy's hand along the street. Go.

"Good-grandfather see you again." Amy holding a ugly duckling and waving a small hand at Rom, happy to jump and follow McGonagall.

Not even the wide streets are covered with flat stones, each of which is cut into cubes of almost the same size, perfectly stitched together and almost visible gaps.

The stone houses on both sides of the street are also built with square stone, neatly arranged, and the dwarf's extraordinary skills and rigorous character are undoubtedly in this respect.

Above the street is not a vast starry sky, but a black rock, just a few tens of meters from the ground, hidden under the night, it is not easy to find.

However, every other way, there will be a large hole for ventilation and illumination, so that the interior of Eisenburg is not occluded and depressed.

This huge building complex that has been built for thousands of years in the history of the dwarfs is awesome, and there is no possibility of being copied.

The ethnic wars of that year destroyed most of the Iron Fort, but after a hundred years of peace, the current Eisen Iron Fort has become more spectacular and steep, and is regarded as one of the most difficult cities in the world to be broken.

McGonagall walked to the end of the street with Amy, and the almost burnt torch in his hand was completely extinguished by the cold wind.

"This side." McGonagall looked around. There was a very lively pub at the end of the street. From time to time, loud laughter and arguments came from inside. The opposite side of the pub was the Tamm hotel they were looking for. The iron signboard swayed in the wind, the door was closed, and through the window you could see the warm light inside, and there was a yard next to it, with many carriages and horses inside.

McGonagall knocked on the door and opened the door in a short time. A young humpback dwarf opened a door and looked at Meg Dao with some vigilance: "You want to live in the store?"

"Yes, my daughter and I want to stay at the hotel for one night." McGonagall nodded.

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The pub next door, guests of all ethnic groups, people drink spirits and talk loudly.

"Hardden, did you see Master Roma today?" The bartender looked at Harden and asked curiously. The people around him heard it again. At Eisenburg, as long as it was with Roma. The news about the masters is interesting.