Chapter 1175

"Poor reception."

MEG put away some empty bowls, looked at ROM with a smile and said, "I don't know if master ROM is satisfied with this dinner?"

Roma nodded his head in a complicated way, hesitated for a moment, but he could not help saying, "I want to know what kind of fish you are? Why do I remember many things that I forgot before after eating? "

"This is a fat headed fish caught from the far north of the Los Empire, also known as icefish. Its head has the effect of Tonifying the brain. Its head is much bigger than that of ordinary fish, and it lives in extremely cold places, which may have achieved some special effects." McGregor thought.

"I see. Not everyone can go to the far north." ROM suddenly, but also a little disappointed.

After eating the fish head with chopped peppers, he felt that the whole person suddenly became sober. The events of the past year were vividly remembered, and he no longer felt bound when thinking.

This is obviously after eating the fish.

After two years of chaos, this rare soberness made him feel precious.

However, if he wants to catch this big head fish from the extreme north, he obviously can't do it. So, his idea of eating this big head fish often to make sure that he is sober is naturally lost.

McGonagall looked at ROM's face several times. He had guessed the general situation in his heart and said with a smile: "if master ROM still wants to eat this minced pepper fish head, you can go to the city of chaos to find me. My restaurant is there. If you get the kitchen knife, you will have minced pepper fish head every day."

"The city of chaos." ROM is slightly stunned, looking at his forge, showing a trace of thinking. He has been here for more than 400 years, almost all his life here, and countless times thought that he would die here.

No matter war or peace, he never thought of leaving here.

Maybe it's attachment, or maybe it's fear.

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

He never left Eisenberg and didn't know what the outside world was like.

This dilapidated forge, which is regarded as the glory and holy land of the forger, is his most gorgeous clothes and his fortress.

And now, MEG sent him an invitation with a cut pepper fish head.

"It's better to die soberly in a different place than to die in chaos." ROM's eyes became firm, and the forge, which he regarded as a treasure, suddenly became worthless.

"When you go to the city of chaos, you can eat minced pepper fish head every day?" ROM looked back at MEG and asked seriously.

"If the master comes to line up earlier every day, there should be no problem." McGonagall nodded with a smile. Naturally, the richest forger in the world doesn't need to think about money.

ROM nodded slightly and said nothing, but he had made up his mind.

"Master ROM, then our previous gambling..." said Meg.

"You won, I admit. The minced pepper fish head you made is the most delicious and special food I have ever eaten. I want to apologize for my reckless words. You are a good cook. " Roma said solemnly.

"The master is a magnanimous man." Meg said with a smile.

Roma's face also showed a smile, double quick way: "what kind of kitchen knife do you want, tomorrow I'll help you make it."

"This is the drawing. I want a kitchen knife like this." MEG took a drawing from his arms and handed it to ROM.

"It seems that you are confident from beginning to end that you can convince me." Roma took the drawing with a smile, glanced at it, and then put it in his pocket. A kitchen knife can't stop him.

"It's not easy to come to Eisenberg. If you can't persuade master ROM successfully, you will come in vain." McGonagall also said with a smile that although he had to stay another day, he could finish the task ahead of time.

"The fish head is finished, but I still have some wine. Would you like some?" ROM took the bottle from his waist and handed it to MEG.

"With the children, I can only drink with the master." McGonagall took the bag and took a big sip. The liquor entered his throat. It was not a wonderful taste. Then he handed the bag back to Roma.

"In that case, I will not force you." Roma took the wine bag, looked up and took two big sips, wiped his mouth and said, "do you have a place to stay at night?" The eyes fell on Amy. It was the coldest time in winter. The little girl was so small that she couldn't stay out for a night.

"We're going to stay at the TAM Hotel up front." Said Meg, pointing to the front.

"Well, you can go now and pick up the kitchen knife tomorrow evening." ROM waved.

"Goodbye, master Roma." McGonagall took the dishes back to his backpack, said to ROM, took a burning wood from the fire as a torch, took Amy's hand and walked down the street.

"Goodbye, Grandpa." Amy holds the ugly duckling and waves her little hand at Rom. she jumps happily and follows MEG.

Not to mention the wide street is paved with flat stones, each stone is cut into almost the same size of the square, perfectly spliced together, almost see the obvious gap.

The stone houses on both sides of the street are also built with square stones. They are neat and neat. The dwarves' extraordinary skills and rigorous character show no doubt in this respect.

The top of the street is not the vast starry sky, but the black rock, which is only tens of meters away from the ground. It is not easy to find under the darkness.

However, every other section of the road, there will be a large hole for ventilation and light, so that the inside of Eisenhower iron Fort does not appear to be blocked and depressed.

This huge complex, which has been built by the dwarves for thousands of years, can be called uncanny craftsmanship and has no possibility of being copied.

Most of the iron fort was destroyed by the ethnic war in those years. However, after a hundred years of peace, the iron fort in Essen has become more spectacular and precipitous, known as one of the most difficult cities in the world.

MEG and Amy come to the end of the street, and the torch almost burned out in his hand is completely extinguished by the cold wind.

"This way." McGonagall looked around. At the end of the street, there was a very busy tavern. From time to time, loud laughter and comments came from the TaqMan. Opposite the TaqMan was the TaqMan hotel they were looking for. The iron sign on the door was shaking in the wind. The door was closed. Through the window, you could see the warm light inside. There was a yard with many carriages and horses inside.

McGonagall knocked on the door, and soon it opened. An old dwarf with a hunchback opened a crack in the door. He looked at McGonagall warily and said, "do you want to stay?"

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

……

In the pub next door, there are guests of all nationalities. People drink hard liquor and talk and laugh loudly.

"Lord harden, have you seen master ROM today?" The bartender asked curiously when he looked at hardenman. People around him also looked at him one after another. In Eisenberg, as long as the news related to master ROM is interesting.