Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 13 Recipes

“Guns and gunpowder for the Gali 3, along with my father's short matching gun and gunpowder.” Erickson said.

Velikro's father, Kubrick, had been a soldier for fifteen years and had been discharged from service as a national to return home, so that he could legally possess a firearm. This Gali III gun was his weapon when he was a soldier and could be taken away when he was discharged, which was one of the benefits of the veterans.

“Gali 3 type flare rope gun, vintage gun, gun number two, powder standard dry powder number one. Your father's short flame was a boat-type flaming rope gun, a small bullet number seven, accompanied by powder egg yolk. Well, Ike, how much do you need? ”

“Boa, come on, take out the list and see what you can buy.” Erickson turned to Bok Al.

The crosser hasn't seen the world's guns yet, so he's a little curious: "Ike, aren't the guns and gunpowder of this gun common, how come there are different models? ”

“Guns vary in size at the mouth of the gun, and the size of the gun can vary in the length of the range with the same gunpowder, so the ratio of gunpowder can vary. In addition, guns and artillery used on ships require egg yolks in powder to prevent moisture and wind. Generally, powder for egg green powder of the marine type is half as expensive as standard powder dry powder. ”

The answer to Claude was Verricolo, who was a firearms expert out of four partners, as if his father had taught him how to set fire to a rope gun when he was eleven or twelve.

“Well, the purchase here is left to Boa. Let's go over there on the shelf. Those things were taken from sailors and traders in the past. Last time I saw a black wood mask, I wanted to take it back and hang it on the wall for decoration. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough money. It was bought away in a few days.” It's unfortunate to say that Eriksson was pulling Claude towards a few rows of wooden plaid racks by the wall.

Things on the plaid shelf are messy, wooden bowls, pottery bottles, stone carvings and bracelets, daggers and all, Claude also saw a bronze helmet with a green gray vine braided unicorn bull next to it, this is a toy bar... and a strange black flaming stone axe, and I don't know which sailor got it from some indigenous tribe to sell it to the grocery store for drinks...

These pirate figures are well carved. They should have been carved by sailors on the way to the boat when they were bored. Ask the price later. If not expensive, they can be bought for the little fat pier in the house as a toy. Um, what is this?

The bottom layer of the wooden plaid rack is a folder-sized book. The black brown cover appears to be made of leather. Claude reached out and touched it. It is indeed made of leather, except that it is already covered with a thin layer of grey.

This should not be a book, the book is not so thin, just a dozen pages, but this paper also seems to be leather paper, brown and yellow thick, much thicker than grasshopper made of lantern grass, the top five or six pages of a page, with a nail strangled on the edge, seems a little elastic.

Claude came into interest, took this folder-sized paper, it felt a little heavy and heavy, first blow the ashes on the lower cover, then slowly lift it, ready to see what it says...

Three potatoes... hmm... the light was not very good, blocked by the wooden plaid frame, some of the darkness could not be seen clearly, but Claude was lazy enough to move the position, gazed at it, and was shocked, and the book in his hand dropped on the floor.

“Claude, what's wrong with you? What's going on? What's going on?” Across a wooden lattice shelf, Ericsson heard the movement over here and asked.

Verricolo also probed over and asked, "Are you okay? ”

Claude shook his head and pressed himself against the shock in his heart: "It's okay, I wanted to take the book, I didn't think it was going to weigh a bit, but it fell on the floor. ”

Picking up the books on the floor, Claude walked up to the window and slowly flipped the paper through the light.

The yellowbrown leather paper has a light black text and a row of small tadpole-like fonts appear to be a little blurred by the passage of time, but still largely discernible.

Three potatoes, semi-cooked steamed, peeled into mud, two eggs added, shallots and green vegetables, a little flour and water added, a little salt added, shaped into cream, pressed into a round cake, pan and oil fried into gold yellow, different sauces can be applied depending on the flavour...

Here, this is the recipe, right? No, that's not what I just saw...

Claude hurried over the back page, yes, this is a recipe, 17 pages of leather paper with 17 dishes written on it, fried green swordfish, roasted shallot lamb chops, steamed lamb balls, mixed pizza, sherry chicken nuggets, etc...

With this recipe in hand, Claude laughed bitterly. This should be a recipe from some tavern. Anyway, these 17 dishes are not home-cooked dishes. Like Claude's in Bai Lu Town, they are already classy. But the dishes usually eaten at home are basically stewed in a mess, which is to throw vegetables and large chunks of meat bones in a stew pot and cook them. Although there are roasted lamb steak or something, the practice is not as polite as the recipe describes.

But this tavern has enough money to write a recipe with beast paper. Textbooks like Claude's for school, or books sold in bookstores in town, are mostly made of inexpensive herbal paper. Occasionally, several books are covered with paper, but they are also hardware books, and the price is considerably higher.

However, what happened to the scene I just saw, the brown and yellow paper in the recipe was like burning in the middle, the yellow and brown color retreated around the paper, revealing the paper and dark blue font of the ivory hundred, did you hallucinate yourself?

Turn the recipe over carefully from beginning to end, and Claude still finds no anomalies. Perhaps you really did see it... Claude was just about to put this leatherpaper recipe back on the plaid shelf, and suddenly his heart moved and stopped.

The light was too dark, I was afraid to see clearly, so I concentrated and concentrated, and then this recipe made an unexpected change, which scared me. So I'm going to try it again, and see if the recipe is going to change.

Claude was thinking, turning the recipe around, focusing all his attention and keeping a close eye on the pages. Indeed, soon the pages changed again, and the tadpole fonts on how to make potato pancakes disappeared one by one, and the pages slowly became ivory white, and a line of dark blue fonts appeared on the pages.

These dark blue fonts are not tadpole shapes, although they are diamond-shaped, but they have lots of strokes, more like trapezoids, like the notes of variation on the score. This is not a Hebrew word, but a Gukherz word.

National high school students wanted to learn Jimir and Lesihet, which evolved from Gukherz, so the school did introduce Gukherz, but simply explained it and skipped it.

Claude was able to recognize that it was a Gukherz word because he had been studying hard for more than six months, but there was nothing he could do to find out what those words meant.

In a way, the Hebrew script also evolved from the ancient Hez language and was a close relative, like a square word in the previous life of the transceiver, with a traditional and simplistic distinction. And the Gouhez word is like a traditional word, Claude Wang literary sense, but it can recognize a few words.

… arrive…… at the tavern…… lunch…… recipe… ask… buy… magic…

Magic... this, this is a magic recipe! This is Claude's first thought, more than six months into the world, and this is the first time he's been exposed to magical objects.

And for more than six months, and the memory of the former owner of this body, only gives the impression that the world does have magic, but magic is a taboo word.

If a man learns magic and is widely known, it is not everyone who awaits him who envies a promising future, but rather arrests and bans him or even shoots him on the spot. If he escapes, then waiting for his destiny is wanted and hiding in the dark for the rest of his life, hiding his name or wandering around to avoid pursuit...

The traveler doesn't know why people in the world are so taboo and treating magic, but none of this holds his curiosity, especially now that he has the first magic object he can touch, a magic... recipe...

“Hey, Claude, what are you looking at?” Erickson came to Claude sometime, slapped his shoulder, and woke Claude out of contemplation.

“Is this a recipe?” Ericsson stretched his head: “Three potatoes, steamed and semi-cooked into mud... Oh, so you can't hear me screaming a few times because of this recipe, do you want a potato cake? ”

“Oh, Ike, can you see these blue words?” Claude answered the question, but he woke up immediately: "No, he was just distracted. ”

It's just that Ike's already attracted to Claude's answer: "Blue, where's the blue word? Aren't they all in black? ”

“Show me.” Took Claude's recipe, turned it for half a day: "No blue letters? Well, that's a nice dish, roasted goose legs with wine, and go back and get my mother to make it for me. ”

“No, you concentrate and see if the blue text appears on it.” Claude wanted to see if Ike could concentrate and see those blue Gukherz words.

“Really?” Erickson stared at the recipe with some suspicion, and later he gave up: “No blue words, no eyes, nothing. Wait, I'll pick it up and look into the window to see if it's clear. ”

Soon, Ericsson put the recipe down: “This recipe is a little heavy, but I'm sure I didn't find anything strange, and I didn't see what you said in blue. ”

Claude nodded to be sure that not everyone could concentrate on seeing the changes in this recipe, perhaps their spiritual abilities and those of others, usually feeling particularly acute about their hearing and association, or even portraying sounds in their minds based on the sounds they heard, which should be the difference between their spiritual abilities and those of others, and the reason why they could see those dark blue Gukherz words in this recipe.

“Probably just now the light was shining on this page, and I took a look at these black words as blue.” Claude covered it up and said he had taken over the recipe.

This time in front of Eriksson, Claude gazed, and the pages began to change, revealing ivory white paper and dark blue fonts. But Claude stopped lightly, and as soon as the pages changed, he withdrew his attention and glanced at Ericsson. He was looking at the recipe, but he didn't know what it felt like.

“I want to buy this recipe, Ike. You ask me how much it costs? ”

“Buy this recipe?” Eriksson was somewhat surprised.

“Well, my mother's birthday is coming up, and I want to buy her a present. You know, precious jewelry and all that stuff I can't afford, that's what my father needs to do. And I think this recipe would be a great gift. If she learns how to cook these dishes, then our compliments on the table at dinner will definitely make her feel very happy and happy...”

“That's a great idea, but are you sure you want to buy it? Actually, we can come over and copy this recipe. I'm sure Uncle Vakuri will give me this face, so you don't have to spend any money. ”

Claude shook his head and said, "Don't you think this paper recipe feels heavy? It looks so luxurious, I can go back and tell my mother that this is from some royal family, which is better than our hand-crafted recipe, right? ”

“Well, let me ask you how much this recipe costs.” Erickson took the recipe and was about to turn around.

“By the way, there are four pirate puppets over there, and a silver branched haircut, and I want to buy it to make a gift for my brother and sister, and I'll go get it and count it together. If you don't have enough money, lend it to me and I'll pay you back soon. ”

“Claude, you really look like a brother.” Erickson said with great admiration.