Eat?" Angelina replied uncertainly, "It should be okay."
After eating fruits and salt crab meat for nearly a week, not to mention Angelina, even Locke, who had suffered a lot, was about to throw up. It was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Locke was, after all, a platoon jarl. The cook in the logistics department, Corey, had given him a lot of special attention. Besides, Locke was also a person who loved to eat and knew how to eat. After becoming a platoon jarl, his meals every day could be said to be different.
However, Locke usually didn't show it in front of Angelina. She was a princess, so she definitely ate better than him. As a woman, Angelina didn't complain about the same food, so why did a man like him have to be so pretentious? Recently, Locke had been behaving like a man in front of Angelina. For example, when he removed the stitches on his arm yesterday, Angelina frowned and looked at the bloody wound. Although it was very painful, Locke showed a very indifferent look.
Since it was edible, Locke used the tip of his teeth to bite off a firecloud fruit and licked it with his tongue. As soon as he licked it, Locke's expression changed. He rushed to the spring water on the mountain wall like a gust of wind, gulping down mountain spring water and constantly rinsing his mouth. After rinsing it repeatedly, Locke finally stopped.
"What's wrong?" Angelina pursed her lips and looked at Locke curiously. In her opinion, Locke's current appearance was the most embarrassing one in the past few days. His behavior of constantly drinking water was very comical.
Locke, on the other hand, was oblivious to it. After he finished the last mouthful of water, he came back excitedly and said to Angelina, "You're in luck tonight. I'll barbecue for you!"
"Barbecue? Sure. " Locke had made a lot of barbecued meat in the past two days. In the absence of seasoning, Locke made a few flavors of salt crab. Medium well? Medium well? The different fire temperature and barbecue time gave a different taste. It was much richer than the 'sandwiches' that Locke often made.
It actually tasted like chili. Locke thought excitedly. Chili had always been a precious condiment. Only nobles or rich people could enjoy it. He'd only tried using it once, and that was in the barracks. He'd half-forced Corey to get it from him. Corey had secretly hidden some when he was cooking for the baron, and Locke had found out. That was the most delicious barbecue he'd ever had.
However, the spiciness of the Firecloud Fruit was much more overbearing than the chili powder he had tasted previously. It was like a ball of fire was burning in his mouth.
Today's dinner, the two of them ate very happily. After sprinkling salt and Fire Cloud Fruit powder on the Salt Crab, the taste of the roasted meat was significantly enhanced. If not for the fact that there weren't many Salt Crabs left, the two of them would have roasted another portion after finishing it.
Speaking of salt, it was all thanks to Angelina's rich knowledge. Everyone ate salt. Locke had been eating it for eighteen years, but he still didn't know how salt was produced. Angelina asked him to boil some salt lake water. After the lake water dried up, the crystals left behind were salt.
"I often help out in the teacher's alchemy lab, so I know how to extract some materials," explained Angelina.
Locke didn't know what the alchemy lab was, but he admired Angelina very much. Just like how he admired Suzanne who could count and write, he admired people who were knowledgeable. He didn't hide the fact that he was illiterate, and often asked Angelina to teach him how to write when he was free. Under Suzanne's guidance, he could write his name in full, and his handwriting was good enough for others to understand. What he wanted to learn now was his mother's and sister's names. As for his father's name, was there even a need to learn it? Locke Senior!
Without the utensils and alchemy table in the alchemy lab, Angelina didn't know how to extract salt for a while. Fortunately, Locke had a lot of tricks up his sleeves. The shells of the salt crabs that he had collected previously came into play. He poured the lake water into the shells, built a simple rack over the fire, and placed the shells on the rack to roast. Slowly, the salt came out. The salt crabs were not big, and their shells were only the size of a palm. The amount of salt extracted at a time was very small, so it needed to be refined repeatedly. For the past two days, when Locke went out to look for food, Angelina had been refining the salt by watching the fire. A little at a time, and after two days, there was already half a kettle of salt, enough for them to eat for a month. The salt crabs were much better than what he had thought before, which was to collect a kettle of saltwater lake water.
Speaking of eating, the salt crabs' claws that Locke had saved before were also delicious. These claws looked very hard and couldn't even break stones, but under the high temperature of the flame, the shell of the claws would slowly soften. When the time came, only a small blade would be needed to cut it open. This was what Angelina had told Locke. Although Angelina had little experience, she was good at theory. She could explain everything clearly, thanks to her teacher's rich collection of books.
Since salt crabs had the potential to become monsters, and the biggest difference between them and other crabs was that they had a hard and huge claw, that claw should be the essence of the salt crabs. The claw was only half the size of Locke's palm, and the amount of meat it could contribute was limited. Each claw could only provide a slender claw the length of a pinky finger. Fortunately, he had saved a lot before.
"Since there's a monster-level crab king among them, they should also have some monster-level bloodline. I can feel some subtle magic in these claws," said Angelina.
Since it could be the meat of a monster, there was no doubt about it. It was Locke's first time eating the meat of a monster.
There was very little meat, but Locke could feel the difference. Some numbness spread throughout his body after eating, and the impetus in his body also increased slightly, but the effect wasn't particularly obvious.
"The benefits of monster meat can only be seen after eating it over a long period of time." Angelina didn't seem to care when she ate it. She could eat monsters every day in the palace, so this little bit of meat was nothing to her. She had even eaten the meat of major monsters before. This was probably one of the reasons why Angelina's body could last so long when she was on the run, even though she didn't exercise much. Every good body came from eating!
Monsters only corresponded to beginner-rank Knechts, so it was normal for Angelina, a princess, to eat them often. He felt that she had eaten quite a bit of major monster meat. Even Wyr could hunt low-rank and mid-rank major monsters with the strength of low-rank and mid-rank Knechts, not to mention the royal family, which had countless such masters.
After another three days, Locke's injuries were almost completely healed. With a shake of his body, the grey scabs fell off, leaving only faint white marks. His impetus had also been replenished to the limit, and the impetus vortex had grown much larger than before. 'Experience between life and death is the best for a knight to make a breakthrough. 'This was what Wyr often said when he first taught Locke impetus.
After so many years of war, Locke was used to wandering between life and death, but he didn't like the feeling of his life hanging by a knife. No one wanted to dance the waltz with death right in front of them. Thanks to a freak combination of factors, Locke's impetus strength had taken a big step forward, and his overall strength had also increased a lot. This was also due to the pincers provided by the salt crab. It was his first time eating meat with elemental and magic power, so the improvement was very obvious.
Angelina's mental power and mana had also recovered to their peak. Her physical strength and strength were not as good as Locke's, so the few spells she mastered were her biggest guarantee in the dangerous jungle. Even Locke couldn't guarantee that he could protect her completely. The brown wolf they met the other day gave him too much pressure.
The two planned to leave here the next day and walk out of the Bering Mountains. Their current location was roughly at the western junction of the Bering Mountains and Morphey Forest. To get out of the Bering Mountains, they could only go east, cross the Bering Mountains, and meet up with the Faustian army outside.
As for the specific route, the two decided to go northeast because it was the farthest route. Although most of the southern part of Shalor had fallen, there were not many Faustian troops stationed there. Angelina was a princess, and without enough protection, she might encounter too much danger. Going directly east was actually the best choice because it was the shortest distance, and they could get away from the areas with monsters as soon as possible. However, Blood Red had left a deep impression on both of them. The east was where the Eagle Legion was currently stationed. The war was at its most intense, and it was filled with danger. If they went northeast, their destination would be where Lion was. They had already surrounded most of Audis, and Shalor's capital was now fighting like a cornered beast, so the danger outside was the least. Of course, the most important reason was that Kenzir was there. Angelina hadn't forgotten why she had suffered so much, and she also believed that her brother would protect her.
Of course, Locke agreed with the princess unconditionally. After getting along well for a few days, he felt for the first time that there was still a big gap between the two. If they went out and met Kenzir, would Angelina settle the score with him? Would Kenzir hang him, an ordinary commoner who had taken advantage of his sister? Hang him? Locke would be too lenient. Commoners who violated nobles would at least implicate their relatives and be burned alive on the stake.
He stole a glance at Angelina. She still had a pure and holy look on her face. Her long blonde hair was gently draped over her shoulders like water, and her blue eyes gave off a sense of wisdom and intelligence. Locke didn't think that Angelina would treat him like this. After all, it was Angelina who had taken the initiative to hug his arm for several nights. Although the soft touch on his arm would disappear in the morning, he didn't point it out. The two had been maintaining this ambiguous and warm relationship.
The old brown mountain wolf was surprised to see that some of the red fruits on the plants next to its nest were missing. It was a fire-attribute monster, as evidenced by its brown fur. As a monster, when it bit its prey, some flames would erupt from its teeth, instantly evaporating the blood on the neck of the prey. Plus, it was stronger than ordinary mountain wolves. This was the reason why it was different from ordinary ferocious beasts.
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