Fairy’s Box

The Papal State is too far away from the Celts in the south, and it is beyond reach. If you directly intervene, the material and energy consumed will be innumerable, and it may be discovered by the eyes of the Holy City.

Then I can only take the second place temporarily, not to let Barr leave the Catholic camp, but to let her not be a saint.

For example... get her some scandal and splash some dirty water.

This kind of thing shouldn't be difficult to do, but it can't be done by him personally. The specific things should be reported to the empire, and the official espionage agency should find a way.

By the way, let the four traitors experience the suffering of the designated seal!

Yale subconsciously still has some feelings for the other two demon kings, but he has no idea of ​​rebuilding the burning **** at all. As for the four secondary demon kings, he only has the urge to get rid of them and then quickly.

If these four traitors knew each other and were willing to join hands with the empire, the black-haired knight wouldn't mind being unhappy for a while, after all, the evil **** of the universe was the confidant.

After figuring out the key, he quickly drafted a report, affixed his seal, and mailed it out through the expedited channel with the highest level of confidentiality.

After doing this, the black-haired knight went to the backyard to continue honing the water-calling sword until evening, when it was almost time for dinner, he returned to the courtyard.

Yale returned to the courtyard, opened a pot casually, and the hot mist directly penetrated into his heart with a tempting aroma, making him feel like he was back in his childhood.

Carla and the others were packing their bags because they were going to sea. As soon as the black-haired knight opened the pot, the greedy worms came smelling the fragrance like the wind, holding extra-large porcelain bowls in their hands, and staring at him eagerly.

"Didn't you say the pig's trotters are dirty?" Yale deliberately whetted their appetite.

"It's not dirty or dirty, we take care of it cleanly, we know it best, and it's more hygienic than the barbecue on the street!" Everyone shook their heads like a rattle.

"Didn't you say pig trotters are waste?" He continued to hang his appetite.

"It's not waste! How could it be waste if you can make something so delicious!" Everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

"It's just that the stupid cooks in the camp don't know how to do it. It's a waste of materials." Carla smacked her lips and complained indignantly, staring at the open iron pan.

"Yes, yes, as long as the chef's skills are in place, even snails can be turned into delicacies. Isn't there a famous dish in Gaul called red wine baked snails." Goethe nodded in agreement.

"You can understand."

The black-haired knight's face was full of relief, so he was willing to let go of his body and waved his hand: "One pot for one person. After slicing, eat it directly with raw soy sauce. It will taste better with the seasoning."

While everyone was scrambling to get the pig's trotters, the ghost maids came forward with their plates and served them the ingredients.

Mixed with mashed garlic, red wine, and sour ingredients (vinegar), the appearance of the hoof rose to a new level in an instant. After they could not wait to taste a few mouthfuls, they soon closed their eyes in intoxication, and they were full of praise:

"I didn't expect the pig's trotters to be so delicious!" Goethe quickly swallowed the hoofs on the dinner plate, his expression changing repeatedly in entanglement and intoxication.

"It's so hot! But it's delicious! It's delicious! But it's so hot!" Luoluo's mouth was not as resistant to high temperature as the others, and his tears were wet, but his swallowing speed was no slower than others.

"Delicious, the boss really turns waste into treasure!"

Carla devoured the plate and took a sip of red wine, feeling the mellow smell of the hoof and the fat but not greasy taste mixed with the aroma of the wine melting in her mouth, with a serene expression as if she was in a dream.

"Such a delicious food, the price is super cheap, it's really good and cheap!" Bruno thought about it a lot, and even thought that this was a revolution that would change the concept of ingredients for many people.

"Pork trotters should be widely promoted as an ingredient!" Lydia has changed her concept of ingredients.

The high praise from the crowd made Yale very proud. In fact, he knew clearly that although the hoof was really delicious, it was not much better than the food they usually eat.

The reason why these bear children are full of praise is only because of the first taste and the psychological gap of turning waste into food, which is a bonus phenomenon. They followed the black-haired knight to eat a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the tastes had long been cultivated. They occasionally changed to fresh food. This dish was still made by their own hands, which made them feel extremely delicious.

However, since this group of gourmets has accepted the pig's trotters, there should be no reason for the big-headed soldiers to refuse.

Taking advantage of the feasting of several people, Yalei recruited guards and asked them to convene a convoy, seal and load hundreds of iron pots, and transport them to the camp outside the city as quickly as possible.

This time just happened to be the time for the new army camp to close the exercise, take a shower and prepare for dinner. The soldiers, as usual, squeezed into the public bath and washed a few times, then returned to the dormitory to clean up and rest for a while, and then boredly waited for the sound of the dinner horn.

When the long-awaited bugle sounded, the new army soldiers quickly lined up to enter the cafeteria and waited for dinner. Of course, you have to sing before eating. You can sing any song. It doesn't matter if it sounds good or not, but it has to be imposing.

Dinner is simple and delicious, with lettuce and steak as mains, corn salad, smoked sausage, buttered bread, and a hot glass of milk.

More than half of the soldiers of the new army are wild locals, and the rest are people who have suffered from disasters. They are used to their hard times. After enlisting in the army, their living standards have improved significantly, so they support the rule of the Governor's Palace.

After they were seated neatly, just as they were about to enjoy a sumptuous dinner, they heard the sound of the convoy entering the camp. Soon, a large group of soldiers in uniforms of the garrison carried hundreds of cauldrons and hurried into the cafeteria.

Because the two armies often fought side by side and cooperated with each other, the relationship between them was still good. As soon as the soldiers of the guards entered the door, the cafeteria began to greet each other loudly.

After explaining a few sentences, the commander of the guardhouse and the new army chief walked to the front of the cafeteria and explained loudly:

"Your Excellency the Governor remembers that you have worked hard to train, and decided to add meals and hoofs for you tonight!"

After speaking, the soldiers of the guards placed one iron pan on their dining table, and then quickly sent the ingredients after they were finished.

Just as they were putting out the food, the new army soldiers began to whisper, what kind of good thing is this hoof, where is the famous dish, why haven't we heard of it.

The discussion was naturally fruitless. After everyone lifted the lid of the pot, they were not in the mood to discuss.

The tempting aroma of the sauced pig's trotters will instantly cover up all the food. When they take out the boneless pig's trotters with anticipation, and after a tentative bite, the soft and fragrant, fat but not greasy The taste instantly conquered them.

It's really delicious!

After everyone took a bite, they all turned into hungry wolves, holding their plates and devoured them quickly. For a time, the entire cafeteria was filled with the clanging sound of knives and forks violently hitting the plates.

That night, none of the pig's trotters that Yalei sent were left, and they were all eaten by the soldiers, not even the soup.

Of course, everyone didn't know that they were eating pig's trotters. After they knew that what they were eating was pig's trotters, the group of warriors who climbed over the mountains and fields quickly accepted the reality - whatever it was. , as long as it's delicious.

After the soldiers accepted this ingredient, of course the cooks had to follow up, and of course ordinary civilians would be happy to see an additional ingredient in the recipe that was close to the people.

Since then, pig trotters have been thoroughly popularized in the southern Celts as an official ingredient.

However, it is slightly different from the kind of promotion that Yale imagined, because the name of his inventor is far more than the influence of pig trotters as an ingredient itself.

Therefore, the local people affectionately call the pig's trotter - the governor's hoof.

This practice of associating dishes with the names of local officials is by no means a malicious joke or ridicule, but a simple way for people to express their love and support in good faith.

The bottom line is that he's done a really good job on Celtic Island these past few years.

They won the external battle against the Celts who had bullied them for a long time, made the foreign countries surrender, and the Governor's Palace was restored to peace. The Nera Lai factories created jobs, and at the same time greatly supported infrastructure and trade, making the living standards of the southern Celtic residents improve day by day.

Also under the leadership of the black-haired knights, the southern Celts rose from a small transparent province with no name to become the focus of the empire, and no one knows their exploits and bravery. The reputation and material foundation have been guaranteed, and the descendants have also obtained different promotion channels. How can these once wild Rosevians not be grateful.

Coupled with the invention of serving pig's trotters as ingredients on the plate, it is obvious to all the commoners that their immediate superiors are well aware of the suffering of the people and are always thinking about their livelihoods.

The simple Celtic residents hold their gratitude in their hearts, and can only express their support and love for the Governor in their own way - the pig's trotter dishes are collectively called the Governor's hoof.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yale's prestige in the Celtic province has risen to a level that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The public opinion was like fire, and the name of the governor's hoof naturally followed, and it soon spread throughout the southern Celts, exporting to the Highland Kingdom in the north, and spreading to the Gaul Province in the south.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the governors from all over the country couldn't help but try it when they heard that the governor's hoof dish was born. Snickering that the Celtic province was so poor, and even the scraps like pig trotters were hungry and turned into dishes, but also secretly admired Yale's ruthlessness.

What toughness? Of course it's hard work!

A dignified governor-general, a powerful minister, and a top official in the territory, can actually cook pig's trotters so deliciously, behind the seemingly glamorous, how many kinds of disgusting pig's trotters have you eaten?

With the reputation of the black-haired knight, the birth of the governor's hoof suddenly became a big news.

After hearing the news, Deputy Emperor Alex did not speak for a long time. He tried to take a bite of the so-called Governor's hoof. In the end, he just sighed softly - it really hurt him.

At this time, Yale didn't know that he would make such a big news on a whim, and he gained a lot of reputation inadvertently, because he was now on the route to the New World.

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The sea to the west of Celtic Island, now known as the Atlantic Ocean, was once thought of as an endless sea that stretched to the end of the world. It was not until the discovery of the New World that Antrazu realized that this ocean separates another continent from the World Island, and the western border of this continent is the real end of the world.

Unlike the Mediterranean Sea, the waves on the sparkling, pale blue ocean in the Atlantic Ocean are more majestic and majestic. The waves advancing layer by layer are like crystal walls, ramming each other and covering each other, splashing and picking up pieces of rain-like water.

Today, the weather is sunny, a beautiful and steady three-masted sailboat is breaking the waves, and the waves beat against the hull, making a heavy and powerful muffled sound.

The ship was loaded with fine leather and canned herring, disguised as a merchant ship from the three Baltic countries, and had a legal passport issued by the three countries. Due to the special national conditions of the three Baltic countries, Lydia is the boss on the surface - a warrior officer under the command of the Valkyrie, and everyone on board, including Yale, disguised as her servants.

At the same time, they also prepared a pirate flag, a pass and a pirate code, so that they can make up a pirate at any time.

This other set of outfits is just for emergencies, because the Liberty Alliance has a detector for war patterns, and they really encountered the maritime executives equipped with detectors. They could only leave the commercial route and set off from the pirate route.

The risk of going through the pirate route is extremely high. The fleets of the Free Alliance, including the Empire, rarely come and go, because there are too many sea monsters and strange sea areas, which can be said to be areas that humans have not yet fully touched.

Except for the outlaws like pirates, no one wants to go too deep into this unfamiliar sea area. Both the Rosevian Empire and the Iberian Federal Kingdom have tried to develop these sea areas, but the loss of maintaining the fleet is too great to make ends meet, so they can only be put on hold for the time being. .

The sphere of influence of the Freedom Alliance has not yet been reached, so the people on the boat can naturally relax a little. Half of them are lying on the deck, enjoying the blue color of the Atlantic Ocean and the indescribably bright sunshine.

The sea breeze blows into people's hearts with a salty smell, which seems to broaden people's hearts. This time it will take a long time to cross the Atlantic Ocean, so everyone has time to appreciate the charm of the ocean.

The name of this ship is "Ruby", and I know that it is the taste of some nouveau riche. The captain of the "Ruby" is quite young, only in his thirties. Most of the others are still adults at his age. Vice, but on the other hand it also indicates that the captain is quite capable.

He has been introduced to Yale by Amber, and is currently under the name of the Sound Nest Consortium, and his salary is actually paid by the Governor's Office.

I don't know if it was due to the reason that they just went to sea, but there was still a pair of albatross perched on the mast. One of them had no feathers on its buttocks. The black-haired knight looked familiar, so he didn't drive the two birds away.