Chapter 549

"It turns out that master Evan is preparing for intermediate magic, and he doesn't want to watch the play on purpose. Besides, does he even master intermediate magic? It's really amazing EVA looked at Evan's eyes brighten up again, the previous disappointment swept away, looked at McGonagall and said: "that is, how can you, an outsider, tell us what to do with our rose mercenary regiment, and how can master Evan be the kind of person you said?"

MEG took a look at Eva. The woman was hopeless. She was sold and gave her money happily.

"Well, that's it. Keep going. We'll get to Misty Valley before noon." Xiweier stood in the middle, looked into EVA's eyes and said seriously: "EVA, it was Mr. McGonagall who just saved you. You should repay your kindness. This is the basic character of a mercenary. It's also the code of conduct that our rose mercenary regiment has always followed. I hope you can remember it."

"I..." EVA looked at shiver's eyes, opened her mouth, and finally lowered her head.

Evan took a look at hivier, and turned directly into the carriage. He gave MEG a fierce look from the corner of his eye, and closed his eyes again.

Other mercenaries also got on the carriage one after another, and did not comment on this unpleasant episode any more.

"Brother McGonagall, do you want me to help you get this mink off? I'm good at that. " Sam came up, looked at MEG and said with a smile.

"Don't bother brother Sam. as a cook, I'm good at this." McGonagall shook his head with a smile. For his sake, he didn't want to keep on talking. What's the relationship between the scum men and the scum women hurting each other? He pulled out a sharp cattle slaughtering knife with the tip of the knife swimming on the mink. A good mink skin was quickly stripped off by him. There was no blood on the fur, and there was no excess blood on the back.

The golden fur is soft and smooth. It doesn't tie hands at all. A bright purple extends from the middle to the tail and spreads to both sides, with a bright metallic luster.

The price of ordinary purple gold mink in the market is about 500 gold coins, and the price of such a perfect variation of purple gold mink is at least more than 1000 gold coins, even higher.

McGonagall is also short of money. The restaurant takes a day off and earns hundreds of thousands of copper dollars less. He is not polite to such a windfall.

"It's amazing. It's cleaner than what I picked. It's OK to take it and sell it directly. It's definitely worth a good price." Sam looked at the mink in McGonagall's hand and exclaimed, washing McGonagall's hand and knife with a water bag.

"Thank you." McGonagall, carrying the mink and the skinned mink, climbed onto the carriage and sat down in the corner with Amy in his arms. The carriage drove on along the road.

EVA took a look at the bloody mink and subconsciously took back her leg. There was some fear and worry in her eyes. If this guy forced her to eat this terrible rat, what should she do.

"Brother McGonagall, did you bring up the sable for lunch today?" Dennis asked curiously.

"Yes, but just now a young lady said that if the ugly duckling could catch the rat, she would eat it raw. So I have to ask her what she thinks, and then I can decide whether we can eat it. After all, she predetermines everything." McGonagall looked at Eva with a kind smile, like the uncle next door who asked you if you want to eat fruit: "are you right, Miss EVA?"

But this smile looks like the devil's smile in EVA's eyes. The bloody appearance of the skinned sable makes her feel sick. Even if it's ready, she doesn't want to touch it, let alone eat it raw. Now what she regrets most is that she just said that.

"I don't want to, I don't want to eat this terrible thing." EVA shook her head and refused with a pale face.

"Flat breasted little sister, you let me down so much. How can you not keep your word? I also want to know whether the rat is good to eat raw." Amy holds the duckling and looks at EVA in disappointment.

EVA's face turned red, but compared with eating raw sable, losing a little face was nothing, so she still insisted on shaking her head.

"In that case, we'll have a good time this noon." McGonagall said with a smile, looking at the fleshy mink, also some expectations.

In his previous life, he had eaten roasted bamboo mice. He still has a deep memory of the delicious flavor. The meat quality of this purple golden mink is obviously better than that of bamboo mice. If it is roasted, it should taste good.

With countless practice in the chef's proving ground and control over the heat and seasoning, McGonagall is now confident that he can cook different kinds of meat. Although not all of them can achieve the top level of beef kebab, it should not be too bad.

"It's the first time I've heard about roasted sable, but there are ten of us here. I'm afraid one sable is not enough to eat. Maybe we can get some more prey on the way later. What do you need?" Dennis looked at MEG and said with a smile.

"Beef, if you can." McGonagall thinks about the ropeway.

"Is it all right with an ordinary bison?" Sam asked aloud.

"Yes." MEG nodded.

"That's easy to do. There's a buffalo ridge on the way to mist Valley, where the most are bison. I'll get one for you then." Sam said with a smile.

"Thank you." McGonagall's eyes are bright, and the greatest advantage of traveling with an experienced hunter is that he knows where to find what prey.

The ugly duckling lay down in Amy's arms for a while, then climbed onto the piece of purple and gold mink and rolled. It seemed that she liked the mink very much, or was showing off her booty.

When passing by a mountain, Sam stopped the carriage and took Dennis into the forest. It wasn't long before Dennis came out of the woods with a big black bison with four legs. The bison was staring at Dennis's back and didn't dare move.

"Commander, it's mist Valley not far ahead, or we can go there after lunch." Dennis threw the bison to the ground, looked at him and said.

"That's fine." He took a look at the big bison. It would take a lot of time just to deal with it.

"There's a mountain spring in front of us. Let's deal with this cow over there." MEG got up and looked around. He pointed to a mountain spring not far away from the road. A small stream slowly flowed by the road. There was a big pool at the mouth of the mountain spring. The clear mountain spring reflected the blue sky.

"Good." Dennis picked up the bison with one hand and headed for the spring.

The carriage also drove forward and stopped by the mountain spring.

"Brother McGonagall, do you need us to help you kill this cow?" Dennis kicked over the buffalo trying to get up, looked at MEG and said with a smile.

"No, if you can, just help to get some dry wood. I'll take the rest." MEG shook his head, jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the bison. He held the horn of the bison shaking his head and wiped the neck of the bison with a sharp knife in his right hand. The blood sprayed out and he looked up at Evan on the carriage.

Evan just looked at McGonagall, and their eyes met in midair. He felt his heart stagnated for three seconds. In his eyes, he felt the intention of killing. It was a cow that died, but he was inexplicably afraid.

"EVA, won't you get out of the car?" Asked shiver, jumping out of the carriage and looking at EVA in the corner.

"I eat dry food at noon today. I will never eat mouse meat, let alone the food made by that guy." EVA shook her head and said decisively.