Chapter 207 I won't eat a single bite of the orange, I will leave it to you, as long as you are

Macbeth returned after a while, and bought not the oranges that Richard was worried about, but the horses—the reins of the four horses were caught in Macbeth's hands.

Walking in front of Richard, Nancy, and Raymond, Macbeth asked aloud, "Don't tell me, if any of the three of you can't ride a horse, then I'll tie him to the horse."

The three of Richard shook their heads at the same time and answered.

"All?" Macbeth raised his eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction, "That would be the best."

As he spoke, Macbeth handed the reins of the horse into the hands of Richard and the three of them, and walked forward with them, thinking of something while walking, and said, "By the way, if you answer this island later When the Venerable Master asks a question, it is best not to nod or shake your head. If you really want to answer, you should also change the meaning of nodding and shaking your head."

"Um?"

"It's because people on this island mean the opposite of nodding and shaking their head - for them, nodding means 'no', shaking is 'yes'. Don't ask me Why this is so, I don't know. The world is so big, and weirdness will exist."

"Uh..." Many nodded, indicating that they understood.

The group chatted like this, walked out of the port, got on their horses under the leadership of Macbeth, and ran towards the depths of the island.

"Da da da……"

...

Said to be an island, in fact, the entire "Lisburn" island is not as big as an island, but more like a small piece of land. Everyone ran wild for a day, traveled for hundreds of miles, changed several batches of horses in a row, and finally in the middle of the night. , reached the top of the island, the position of the border between one country and another.

There were not many troops on guard along the border, but there were a large number of outposts.

At this time, there was a post a hundred meters away in front of everyone, stuck on the only way to a valley.

The outline of the outpost in the darkness of the night looks like a lighthouse, but it is much shorter, just two floors. At this time, the top floor was shining brightly, and there were faint sounds of soldiers patrolling and talking.

"Lord Macbeth, are we just going over here?" Nancy looked at Macbeth and asked in a low voice, "Won't we be checked for identity?"

"Uh—" Macbeth stopped his horse and watched the post, frowned, and whispered, "The inspection will definitely be inspected. The country we are going to has always been very strict in terms of entry management. Originally, I I was thinking of entering from the weak border of it - when I came last time, there was no post here, who would have thought that a new one would be built so quickly."

As Macbeth spoke, his eyes became slightly sharper, and he looked at Richard, Nancy, and Raymond and said, "But it doesn't matter, I'll deal with them. And...you are here, don't move around."

"Uh." Nancy and Raymond responded.

Li Cha said: "..."

Macbeth didn't notice the strange expression on Richard's face, and quickly rode forward, approaching the post.

In the darkness of the night, Richard, Nancy and Raymond soon heard the sentinel's rebuke: "Who is it? Do you have a pass? Get off the horse and accept the inspection, otherwise..."

"what!"

Soon, the scolding of the sentinel turned into a scream.

The next moment, the voice of a large number of sentinels rang out.

"There are enemies!"

"Enemy attack!"

"alert!"

"attack!"

After that……

"Ahhhh!"

The screams came together, and the whole night seemed to boil, but it soon returned to silence.

"Da da da", the sound of hoofs sounded, Macbeth rode back from the night,

He walked in front of the crowd with no blood on his body.

While wiping his hands with a clean white handkerchief, he said to the crowd: "Okay, now the outpost no longer exists, we can go."

"Forehead……"

Macbeth pulled the reins of the horse, turned the horse's head, and ran at a high speed in the direction blocked by the post. Richard, Nancy, and Raymond quickly followed.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk the next day.

Under the last ray of sunshine on the horizon, Macbeth and the three of them rushed to a bustling city, and then dismounted in front of an inn.

After handing over the horse to the man in the inn, Macbeth took the lead and walked into the inn - the Kumquat Hotel.

The new guy ran up to say hello, Macbeth didn't have much fuss, spilled a lot of money, and gave a quick order. The guy responded like a chicken, and then trotted to prepare.

After a while, Macbeth and the three of them sat around a large table in the corner. The table was full of hearty food: fat capon, smoked duck with black sauce, fresh stew garnished with vegetables, slightly boiled White beans, milky mushroom soup with milky whiteness, some hard but wheat-flavored, freshly baked bread...

As if to express the characteristics of the hotel, in the center of the table, there is also a pot of fruit - oranges - in a sense, the oranges that Macbeth has always wanted to buy.

But this orange did not appear in its normal form, but after peeling it, it was cooked.

Yes, cooked and sprinkled with salt and a little spice.

In the current world like the Middle Ages, in the eyes of most people, fruit is a "cool food" in metaphysics. If you eat it raw, you will get sick. You must cook it, roast it or cook it in other ways before you can eat it.

So, the fruit, the orange, ends up in a viscous, orange-yellow pulp in the pot -- it's been boiled.

Li Cha's appetite was okay, but when he saw this form of oranges, his appetite decreased by 30% out of thin air. Although he hadn't tried it himself, Li Cha knew the taste of this kind of thing long ago, so he didn't touch the huge spoon in the orange bowl at all.

It was the first time Nancy and Raymond saw this kind of food, and they were curious to try it, and then showed a twisted and weird expression.

With a "gu dong", the two swallowed the oranges in their mouths and started drinking mushroom soup. After that, they didn't dare to eat indiscriminately.

Macbeth couldn't help shaking his head when he saw the two of them, but he picked up the big spoon, unceremoniously scooped most of the marmalade into his own plate, and then kept sending it into his mouth with the small spoon. Go, with a feeling of enjoyment on your face.

Nancy was speechless: "..."

Raymond felt admiration in his heart: Master Wizard is different, even the taste is so...heavy.

Li Cha's eyes flickered, and he said lightly in his heart: I promise not to eat a bite of this orange, I will leave it to you, you can eat it slowly, and you will be happy...

Well, just be happy.

...

Dinner continues.

It must be admitted that, except for the oranges, the rest of the food is still acceptable, even if the taste is a bit weird, but it is above the horizontal line and will not be difficult to swallow. Macbeth, as a wizard, is now disguised as a nobleman, It's not bad at all, and it's all the best meals in the hotel - if you can't eat it like this, then the rest of the guests in the hotel lobby have already turned the tables and scolded people.

"Zizi..."

"Tsk tsk..."

With the sound of teeth clenching and lips touching, the food on the table quickly decreased, and dinner came to the end.

Nancy was almost full, took a sip of the milky mushroom soup and drank it, looked at Macbeth who was still eating marmalade in the corner, and said, "Lord Macbeth, I have something I want to ask you. "

"Huh?" Macbeth said while eating marmalade, and he seemed to be very good at talking at this time, "You say it."

"That's..." Nancy lowered her voice and asked cautiously, "What the hell are we doing here with you?"

After saying this, Richard and Raymond also looked at Macbeth, obviously wanting to get the answer.

Macbeth's eyebrows moved slightly.