Now, I needed to put so of them healing mushrooms in this soup. There was only one thing to do if I had to be honest.
Mushroom-Onion Soup! Healing, hydrating, making one think of ho!
But first thing first, I needed to make sure that everything was nice and ordered! First, I needed the butter.
Oh, how I had missed that lovely sll, for Desmond complained even when I just had a butter stick there, on the counter, where it was its holy temple!
I shook my head.
I loved my n, but I loved cooking more. And I wasn’t even ashad to admit it!
Seeing as I was cooking for two, but one of them was Wrath, I really needed to make a lot of soup.
The recipe flashed before my eyes. Normally, I was eyeballing it, but this ti, I needed to recalculate what I needed. For the off chance that I was cooking for three, and the sll of the soup won Lamia over!
Which was sothing I hoped for.
Next, I got all the spices: salt and pepper! Cut up chilis, straight from Nick’s farm!
Garlic, just three cloves. I wasn’t going to make it too garlicky.
Not this ti.
The ladies, as I had found out during the years, didn’t like for their breath to sll of garlic.
The good thing about this soup is that one could add stuff to taste! Now, there was no garlic in the recipe, but I loved my garlic! It was the stuff of legends!
What was the world without garlic, a great philosopher, read my dear old thuselah, had asked once.
And I was like: tasteless!
I still stand by the words I had uttered back then, at the ass crack of the dawn of ti, when I was just learning to cook and used garlic to save every al.
Or, better said, back when I was ten!
The recipe called for rice and bay leaves. I took just a tiny bit.
The next thing which I found on the counter was a chicken leg. The broth was needed, but if I sent Wrath soup without at, he was probably going to throw it in the still waters, which got Lamia’s dungeon its na.
I couldn’t risk the food!
So, I placed the chicken leg inside of a cast-iron pot and then let it boil. It was going to make enough broth for the soup and for so pasta sauce afterward!
Because it is good to eat pasta late at night. It might even make Wrath calr! Drusilla might even fall in love with him because of that!
And before I knew it, I would have one husband less!
I was an evil, manipulating, matchmaker and I knew it!
I washed the healing mushrooms, which were still at 20% healing, and then stared at them for a while.
What if... I improved it with the skill which could turn any rotten food item into sothing edible?
What if that was the real purpose of that skill?
I touched one of the mushrooms with my knife, applying just the tiniest pressure.
There! Now it was wounded... so to speak.
This was the mont of truth! The mont I was holding my breath over!
Because, as much as I told myself that I didn’t care about Wrath, the thing was, he was still in a dungeon, which was both hot and cold in places, with waters so toxic, one could make a poisonous potion by just scooping so of the water and putting it in a flask!
A potion which was going to fetch tons on the Black Market!
Hm...
I shook my head.
No, if I tried to use Wrath to harvest the still waters in the Dungeon of Still Waters, he was going to divorce .
Via Two-Handed Axe to the Head...
The mushroom was glowing! I blinked. It slowly turned golden!
Did that an that I could use mushrooms to produce fake gold, I asked myself.
I brought the knife down on the golden mushroom!
It glowed a yellow so bright, that I had to close my eyes. By the ti it stopped glowing, I felt... fine.
Better than fine!
I was 5,000 years old, and as an old man, I had certain bones which could predict the weather. I knew for a fact, or at least I felt five minutes ago, that it was going to rain.
Not just rain, but rain so much and so long, that if the tourists didn’t run off to their nine to five soon, they were probably going to end up composted.
Another storm... with the sa mana signature!
I doubted that the Lich King was back. No! I thought that mother nature had finally taken him back into her embrace, and was now spitting out his poison, because it could not stomach it.
Ah! The imagination of a nymph!
But...
Now the tension in my bones was gone! And the slight taste in the air, which hinted at a downpour, was also gone!
I didn’t know it at the ti, but as I began to turn my healing mushrooms into super food, I made myself the enemy of the Lich King Alexios, who was wearing the King Solas of Solaria’ body like a suit.
He’d try to start a storm. To drown Solaria under a downpour so heavy, not even the mountains were going to be left standing.
I’d... chop another golden, glowing, mushroom!
I had Wrath to feed; the poor Lich was recovering from being dead.
He didn’t have a chance!
By the ti I placed the butter in the cast-iron pot, letting it lt, as I did the final preparations on the onions and garlic, I had reduced the Lich King Alexios to a crying ss.
And the lady Fin to a giggling ss.
But that wasn’t important to ! Because I was just beginning to cook the soup!
And may Mother Nature have rcy on the poor Lich King. For the mushrooms’ scent... also had a cleansing effect!
That poor sucker was going to die.
And I was going to kill him by being obvious, addicted to cooking, drake, .
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