Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Poor hospitality."

Mag put away a few empty bowls, looked at Rom with a smile and said, "I wonder if Master Rom is satisfied with this dinner?"

Rom nodded with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "I want to know what kind of fish you are? Why do I remember many things that I forgot before after I ate it?"

"This is a fat-headed fish caught in the extreme north of the Ross Empire, also known as an ice-breaking fish. The head of the fish has the effect of nourishing the brain. The head of this fat-headed fish is much larger than ordinary fish, and it lives in an extremely cold place. Perhaps Some of its special effects have been achieved." McGill thought for a moment.

"So it turns out that not everyone can go to the extreme north." Rom suddenly felt a little lost.

After eating the chopped pepper fish head, he felt that his whole body became sober all of a sudden. What happened in the past year or so was vividly remembered, and he no longer felt restrained when thinking.

This is obviously all obtained after eating the fish.

After being in chaos for two years, this rare sobriety made him feel very precious.

However, it is obviously impossible for him to catch this kind of big-headed fish from the extreme north, so the idea of ​​eating this big-headed fish frequently to keep himself awake will naturally come to nothing.

Looking at Rom's face that changed several times, Mag guessed something in his heart, and said with a smile: "Master Rom, if you still want to eat this chopped pepper fish head, you can find me in Chaos City, my restaurant is If you open it there, if you get a kitchen knife in your hand, there will be fish heads with chopped peppers every day.”

"City of Chaos." Rom was taken aback for a moment, looking at his forge with a look of thought. He has stayed here for more than 400 years and almost spent his whole life here, and he has thought countless times that he will die here here.

Regardless of war or peace, he never thought of leaving here.

Perhaps it is nostalgia, or perhaps it is fear.

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

He has never left Eisenberg, and he doesn't know what the outside world is like.

This dilapidated forge, which is regarded as the glory and holy place of the blacksmith, is his most gorgeous clothes and also his airtight fortress.

And now, Mag extended an invitation to him with a sliced ​​pepper fish head.

"Rather than die in chaos,

It's better to change to another place and die soberly on the forging table. "Rom's gaze became firm, and the forge, which he regarded as a treasure, suddenly became worthless.

"After going to the city of chaos, can I eat fish heads with chopped peppers every day?" Rom looked back at Mag and asked seriously.

"If the master comes to line up a little earlier every day, there should be no problem." Mag smiled and nodded. The richest blacksmith in the world naturally doesn't need to think about money.

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

"Master Rom, then our previous bet..." McGonagall said.

"You won, I admit, your fish head with chopped pepper is the most delicious food I have ever eaten, and it is also the most special food. I want to apologize for my previous reckless words, you are an excellent chef." Roma Said solemnly.

"The master is a straightforward person." Mag said with a smile.

Rom also showed a smile on his face, and said quickly: "What kind of kitchen knife do you want, I will make it for you tomorrow."

"This is the blueprint. I want a kitchen knife like this." Mag took out a blueprint from his pocket and handed it to Rom.

"It seems that you are confident that you can convince me from the beginning to the end." Rom took the blueprint with a smile, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket casually. A kitchen knife couldn't help him.

"It's not easy to come to Eisen Iron Fort. If you can't persuade Master Rom successfully, wouldn't it be in vain." Mag also smiled and said, although he has to stay for another day, but it is considered to have completed the task ahead of schedule.

"The fish head is finished, but I still have wine, would you like some?" Rom took out the wine bag from his waist and handed it to Mag.

"Bringing the child, I can only take a sip with the master." Mag took the wine bag and took a big sip. The strong wine entered his throat. It didn't taste too good, and then handed the wine bag back to Rom.

"In that case, I won't force you." Rom took the wine bag and took two big gulps, wiped his mouth and said, "Do you have a place to stay at night?" His eyes fell on Amy, and now it is the last winter day. When it's cold, the little girl is so young, it's not good to stay outside for a night.

"We plan to check in at the Tam Hotel ahead." McGonagall pointed to the front.

"Okay, then you go now, and come to pick up the kitchen knife tomorrow evening." Rom waved his hand.

"Goodbye, Master Rom." Mag put the washed pots and bowls back into the backpack, said to Rom, took out a burning log from the fire as a torch, and took Amy's hand along the street go.

"Goodbye, grandpa." Amy waved her little hand at Rom with the ugly duckling in her arms, and happily jumped and followed Mag.

The not-so-broad streets are paved with flat stones, and each stone is cut into squares of almost the same size, which are perfectly stitched together, and there are almost obvious gaps.

The stone houses on both sides of the street are also built with square stones, which are neat and orderly. The dwarves' extraordinary skills and rigorous character are undoubtedly evident in this respect.

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

However, every once in a while, there will be a large hole for ventilation and lighting, so that the interior of Eisenite Castle does not appear closed and depressing.

This huge complex of buildings built by the dwarves of the past for thousands of years is a magical workmanship, and there is no possibility of being copied at all.

The ethnic war in those years destroyed most of the Iron Fort, but after a hundred years of peace, the current Eisen Iron Fort has become more magnificent and precipitous, and is known as one of the most difficult cities in the world to break into.

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

"Here." Mag looked around. At the end of the street there was a rather lively tavern, from which loud laughter and discussions could be heard from time to time. Opposite the tavern was the Tam Hotel they were looking for, hanging on the door The iron signboard on the house swayed in the wind, the door was closed tightly, and through the window, you could see the warm lights inside, and there was a yard beside it, with many carriages and horses inside.

Mag stepped forward and knocked on the door, and the door opened after a while. An elderly dwarf with a hunchback opened a crack in the door, looked at Mag with some vigilance and said, "Do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"Yes, my daughter and I want to stay in a hotel for one night." Mag nodded.

...

In the pub next door, there were guests of all races, drinking spirits, talking and laughing loudly.

"Master Harden, have you seen Master Rom today?" The bartender looked at Harden and asked curiously, and the people around him also looked over after hearing the words. The news about the master is very interesting.