Chapter 220: Food, Altar of Azura

The food of Skyrim Province, if you let a troll to taste it, is still very appetizing. After all, even carrion can be eaten. Lu Zhengkang is already indifferent to the pursuit of appetite, but he knows that this is not himself. Approved delicious.
　　 Everyone has a profound taste system in memory, which is often included in the inheritance. Lu Zhengkang naturally has it, and there are many.
　　 Sitting in the tavern room, Lu Zhengkang chewed on the roasted lamb that was burnt on the outside and dried on the inside, flipping through a book in one hand.
　　 This is an introductory book of lingua franca, a reference book of enlightenment level. He turned it quickly, with ten lines at a glance. Jonas held the wooden soup bowl in his hand, leaned his mouth to the edge of the bowl and drank gently. His posture was a little bit depressed, his eyes had faint dark circles, and his brown eyes were full of joy.
　　 Lu Zhengkang read it again, because there is no teacher to teach the pronunciation, so he just relies on guessing to identify.
　　 This kind of book is very rough, the content is very uninformative, and there is no phonetic transcription, which will definitely make the learner unhappy.
　　 What’s more interesting is that Lu Zhengkang saw a lot of Jonas’ own annotations, which is a very useful learning method to describe the meaning of words in simple sentences.
　　 The piles of books prepared by Jonas for Lu Zhengkang are all good things. Although there are only three spell books, the rest are linguistic books, simple history, spell overview, etc., but they are all high-quality goods with dense information.
　　 A Destruction-based "Frost Biting Technique", which is sprayed with air-conditioning.
　　 A change series of "Enchantment Art", creating a magic light shield, necessary for mages to fight each other.
　　 A recovery book "Healing", there are wounds healed, sickness...It really can't be cured, but you can insist on going to the temple to pray on your own. Generally speaking, the Holy Spirit will heal you.
　　A three-piece magic novice set, Lu Zhengkang is quite satisfied. Then I rubbed my nose across the face towel, which made me itchy.
　　 "Don't like it, sir?"
　　 "I like it very much, haven't you rested lately?"
　　 "How is it possible, I sleep soundly every day."
　　 Jonas actually helped the brothers and sisters every day, running errands for the mages, so busy, learning by himself at night, staying up late to work hard.
　　 "Sleep for a while, wake up and see if your swordsmanship has improved."
　　 The smile on the Brighton boy's face froze.
　　 "When... of course progress..."
"That's good!"
　　 is over.
　　 Next, Jonas drank the soup stubbornly, and then lay on his side on the bed stubbornly under the eyes of the troll man, head in, motionless.
　　 is really over.
　　 He felt like he was going to the execution ground.
　　 patronizes to study, and forgot to practice martial arts, isn't it going to show off?
The oily pattern of the wood on the wall, the edge of the stubble after being split by an axe, is sharp and dazzling. The gap between the two wooden boards is dark, like a shadow like sludge. The yellow light and shadow are shaking, Every room in Akatsuki’s tavern was closed with noisy and soft chattering. The crazy look was confused between the wine bottle and the wood and stone flames. Everything became warm and comfortable. The troll man’s shadow on the wall was huge and heavy. Tuo, stretched and bent, this kind of scenery is actually good.
　　 Jonas comforted himself, even if the husband is angry, he will never break my leg...
　　 Then he fell asleep peacefully.
　　 When he woke up, two bowls of soup and two steaks were placed on the table again.
　　 Refreshing and refreshing tomato egg drop soup, with yellow wrinkled green onions floating on the top, and a little chopped pickled root.
　　 The cutlet is cut, dripping with juice, topped with a little sauce, brown-red sauce, rooting along the gap in the meat.
　　 "Eat, I'm full, go out and practice."
　　 Jonas nodded slowly, his expression both happy and painful.
　　 "Don't make faces and eat well."
"too delicious!"
"I know."
　　 "Sir, did you do this?"
"Ok."
　　 "Mr. is so great!"
　　 "It's really so good in general."
　　 Lu Zhengkang finished his own portion, silently put down the knife and wooden fork in his hand.
　　The taste is naturally good, but the materials and tools are really bad. The finished product is not the taste in memory.
　　 Let the hotel owner watch the whole production process, and he will do it himself now. The boss is of course a kind person, and in the future, there will always be a room for Lu Zhengkang in the tavern, free of charge and valid for life.
　　 and other trolls led Jonas out. Many customers are already enjoying the juicy steaks. They are not used to the light soup. Not to mention, the difference in diet is very common. The boss cheered: "The gourmet is here!"
　　 Everyone applauded and cheered for Lu Zhengkang, then toasted, and then started the noisy day of the new day. The whole process was just to find any reason, everyone had a good time, and they started drinking and drinking.
　　Interesting, the troll muttered, "Let's go."
Leaving the winter fort, looking around, the avenue faces north and south, with cliffs and the sea of ​​undead to the west, and a heavy mountain to the east. The winter fort is actually located on the mountainside, and the altitude is not low. How to hit the sky and the ground.
　　 "Run for a while, warm up." The trollman rushed into the snow with a light pace, and Jonas gritted his teeth and ran along.
　　 Lu Zhengkang by the way taught him how to adjust his breathing and pace, and how to deal with rugged terrain. Many things are not necessarily useful, but it must be said that accumulation is always a process.
　　 ran slowly for a few miles~EbookFREE.me~ Jonas was sweating all over, completely resisting the chill of his bones, Lu Zhengkang was about to stop, and a big snow-white bear turned out on the mountain road ahead.
　　 "Good fellow, look for death." Lu Zhengkang took off the giant axe, threw the bear skin on his back to Jonas to keep him warm, and rushed over with the axe handle.
The troll man’s hood is flying with the wind, showing three evil eyes. The cold and vicious and murderous instinct is innate. The white bear has just woke up from hibernation, is hungry and crazy, and will be mad. Otherwise, it will not be so bold. Provocative as a strongman.
　　 As expected, the white bear was dizzy with hunger, and his stomach was broken as soon as he met.
　　 The taste of killing made Lu Zhengkang feel extremely calm.
　　 "Mr. is really amazing."
"I know."
　　 Looking to the right, there is indeed a mountain pass that leads to a high mountain slope, and a towering arch reveals a huge shadow in the wind and snow.
　　 said in the tavern, there is an altar near here, many foreign tourists come here, not for the Winterhold Academy, or for the altar.
　　 "I know this, Azura Altar!"
　　 Lu Zhengkang squinted, I remember too.
　　 Azura, one of the demon gods, is the most famous among the many titles, the Lord of Dusk and Dawn.
　　Also, the emergence of the dark elves was precisely because their predecessors turned into elves that made Azura angry, and this cursed them into what they are now.
　　 is interesting.
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