Chapter 113 Teacher Dika has no food to eat

Dika watched sadly and angrily as the naughty boy took away his roast chicken.

I worked hard, from setting up the trap to catch the chicken, boiling water to pluck the feathers, spreading the ingredients to add flavor, to carefully roasting, the whole process can be said to be a lot of hard work.

This is no ordinary chicken.

Rather, it is the crystallization of Dika’s sweat and hard work.

Just, just like that, being eaten by others...

Dika was so suspense that she cried "Wow".

He looked at the naughty boy pitifully, hoping that he could save some for himself. Who would have thought that Robert would eat up the roasted chicken in just a few mouthfuls. The bones of the chicken were so clean that even the dogs didn't want to lick them, and they even beat him at the same time. A full burp.

Why does this damn kid have such a good appetite!

Dika muttered in his mind.

Using magic patterns to enhance strength is not without cost.

Like Dika, he lost his fear, which was also the fundamental reason why he kept seeking death.

Now Dika wonders if Robert's price is an increase in appetite.

"Well, if that's the case, wouldn't that be a good thing?" Dika muttered quietly.

"Teacher Dika, your skills are pretty good." Robert licked the oil off his hands, took out his handkerchief, wiped his mouth and fingers, and commented, "But you secretly killed the hens raised by the landlord, so you are not afraid of the landlord. Auntie came here to cause trouble for you?"

Dika's expression changed, damn kid, why didn't you tell me before you ate it?

But at this time, it was too late to say anything. Dika immediately turned serious and argued, "I caught that in the wild!"

Robert curled his lips and said, "Don't be ridiculous. The leg meat of pheasant is much harder than this. It can't be bitten at all. This kind of tender and juicy texture is definitely domestic chicken, and the meat is also of good quality. Hey, so It seems that there is indeed a breed called English Sussex chicken, which is a common chicken in rotten countries." As he spoke, he licked his mouth, as if he was savoring the sweetness of the chicken.

Hearing Robert's words, Dika sighed, "It's so late at night, where can I go to tether a chicken... Didn't I just go downstairs and find a lively hen having fun in the yard, so I caught it..."

"...Do you think the landlady will forgive you? What you caught is the hen she worked so hard to raise, and maybe you are going to use it to breed the next generation!" Robert looked at Dika in disbelief, "Believe her or not Can I kick you out and charge you a large fine?"

"Um..." Dika swallowed, "Probably, no..."

Judging from the wandering look in his eyes, you can tell that he has already believed it, and maybe he is already thinking about how to get rid of the landlord's pursuit.

"How about..." Dika looked at Robert, "You just said you killed it? Anyway, you ate the chicken."

"Okay!" Robert nodded, turned around and went downstairs.

Dika is a little obsessed, so he agrees?

After going downstairs, Robert realized that it was already dark.

Fortunately it was the weekend, otherwise he wouldn't have known how to explain to the professors where he had been.

The landlord seemed to have gotten up, and Robert said hello to him through the fence.

Fortunately it was the landlord and not the aunt.

Robert thought to himself.

"Good morning, sir." Robert began to introduce himself, "The person who rents your house is my teacher. He is an alchemist."

As expected, the landlord became interested and said, "Oh, that's such an honor. My humble hut can be favored by an alchemist."

"It's like this...Sir, sometimes my teacher will conduct some experiments." Robert seemed a little embarrassed to speak, "So, some animals will be used for experiments. You know, alchemists have some quirks. "

The landlord raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at his chicken coop. He seemed to have discovered something.

"It's exactly what you thought..." Robert spread his hands helplessly, "That's what I'm here for..."

"Okay, sir." The landlord crossed his arms and looked at Robert warily, "Do you want us to provide enough animals for you to experiment on?"

Robert shook his head, "Actually, my teacher doesn't know that I came to you."

"Hmm?" The landlord's expression seemed to soften a little, "So, this is your personal behavior."

"Indeed." Robert nodded, "My teacher may be bothering you here for a long time. In order to give him a more comfortable research environment, can I ask you to help him raise some animals?"

The landlord's eyes twitched, as if he wanted to drive this naughty kid away, but after seeing the list he took out...

He just wanted to beat this naughty kid to death.

"Listen, kid." The landlord yelled angrily, "I'm not a zoo here, I can't keep so many animals!"

"Is that so?" Robert tilted his head with a distressed expression, "Okay then, I will find these animals myself and bring them back to the teacher."

With that, Robert left.

Well, he went straight back to the castle to sleep.

As for whether Dika will be beaten up by the landlord...

Well, you have to believe in a puppet master’s ability to withstand a beating!

After a good night's sleep, Robert felt refreshed.

Then……

He saw a frustrated puppet bent forward.

Robert, who was confused, poked the puppet and asked strangely, "Teacher Dika, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry..." The puppet let out a burst of ghostly cries and howls, "Why is it that the landlord doesn't provide food? There isn't even a place to eat in this village?!"

"Huh? You can eat at the Three Broomsticks or the Pig's Head Bar." Robert asked strangely, "Teacher, is it because you did something weird that made everyone unwilling to sell you food? ?”

The puppet sobbed, "They said, since you are an alchemist, wouldn't it be simple to make a pot that you can cook for yourself?"

Robert slapped his forehead. It seemed that although the bar provided desserts, they could not be eaten as meals.

By the way, it is really rare to see a hotel with wizards. Maybe for them, food spells and plant growth spells are not difficult spells.

As long as you have a piece of land, it is not difficult to feed yourself.

Moreover, in those families with inheritance, there are house elves who are responsible for all household chores.

"How about you make a puppet that can cook for you?" Robert suggested, "How did you solve the problem of eating when you were in the flower country?"

He was really curious about this.

"There is a canteen..." Puppet said weakly, "There are also many restaurants, the food inside is super delicious, and there are many, many dishes. Wow, when I think about it, I really don't want to leave the flower country."

As it said, it grabbed Robert's hand seriously, "How about... I go back to the flower-growing country, and you study alchemy yourself?"