Chapter 1169: You continue to jump.

"By the knife?"
The soft voice made Rom wake up from meditation and looked at the small window in the corner. Unconsciously, the sky was already dark.
"Who is going to borrow a knife? A little girl? Strange?" Rom frowned, slowly stood up, picked up the jug next to it and unscrewed the lid and took a swig, then walked toward the door.
Although the two years gradually unable to control their emotions, but the older they are, there is no way to refuse to the children.
Roma opened the door and saw a four-and-a-half-year-old half-elf girl standing in the doorway. The little man, the face of the pink-carved jade, looked up at him.
"Little guy, what do you knock on the door?" Rom tried to make his voice smaller, for fear of scaring this cute little guy.
"Grandpa, can you lend me a knife? My father and I come from far away and far away, there is no place to live, there is no place to eat, we can only cook for ourselves, but we forgot to bring a kitchen knife. I can't even open the big stupid fish." Amy looked at Roma with a look of pity.
Rom looked in the direction of Amy, and there was a fire on the open space opposite the forging workshop. A young man stood by the fire, looking at the front with a smile, and a big foot at the foot. bag.
"I don't have a kitchen knife here, little guy, you go to somewhere else to borrow it." Rom shook his head, but he didn't lie, and he couldn't find a kitchen knife in his forge.
"But, other people's homes are closed. Grandpa, can you just borrow a knife from us? Just cut the big stupid fish." Amy looked at the dark street and shook his small head. Road.
The McGee standing next to the fire was also looking at Roma. The old man of the dwarf still looks strong. The thick arm is almost as thick as the waist of an ordinary person, which makes him look like a square, gray hair and Covering his face proves his age.
Judging from the life expectancy of the dwarves, who are generally four hundred years old, this Roma master is indeed very old.
However, when he talked with Amy, it seemed to be quite kind, and he couldn't see the violent appearance of just roaring with the little guy.
Rom looked around, and the shops on the street were indeed closed. The dwarves were good at wine. When they went to the pub, they went to the pub to drink. They wanted to find another place where people still have a knife. It is not a An easy thing.
"Hello, I am McGonagall. Our father and daughter come from a city of chaos. I want to ask Master Roma to forge a world's first kitchen knife. I used to anger my master because of the reckless behavior. The little brother, who felt very apologetic, apologized to Master Roma, and hoped that the master could forgive the two little brothers.
McGonagall came forward and looked at Roma.
"You just the guy who wants me to make a kitchen knife?" Rom frowned, his face was filled with anger, and his voice increased a little bit: "I am a weapon forgemaster, forging is used to fight." The weapon, never forged a kitchen knife. Please come back, I will not forge a kitchen knife for the chef."
"Master Roma, as a chef, I think the battle between the chef and the ingredients is better than the battle between the Cavaliers and Warcraft, because any knight will not peel the skin of Warcraft in the battle. A, open the hardest bones, just to find the most delicious parts, present him to the diners." McGonagall looked at Roma, his eyes firmly said.
"Oh, the chef is just a chef. Is it necessary to deal with Warcraft like a knight?" Rom smiled coldly and disagreed with McGregor's ridiculous point of view.
"This is a three-level Warcraft fat head fish. I want to use it to make a delicious fish head. I have a hundred ways to kill it, but my kitchen knife has no way to open its head, so I took it from The city of chaos brought to Eisen Iron Castle, in search of a kitchen knife that could open its head." McGonagall took out the bucket and pointed to the fat head fish inside.
Rom looked at the bucket and madly slammed his head over the bucket, and the fat fish that squeaked a slight glimpse. It was inspired by the magic. This is indeed a three-level Warcraft, and it almost occupies half of the body. The head should be the hardest part of it.
Wanting to open such a Warcraft's head, without a handful of weapons, is really not an easy task.
But... Roma looked at McGonagall and frowned. "Isn't fish just eating fish? I have never heard of anyone eating a fish head. If you open the fish head, do you still eat fish?" What's not inside the head?"
"The well-cooked fish head has a far better taste than the fish, a delicious dish, and it is a pity to give up?" McGonagall shook his head and looked at Roma. "Master Roma, it's better to make a bet, let's borrow I cut the head of the fat fish with a knife, then I cook a dish with fish head as a food, and you will taste it later. If you feel delicious, you can make a kitchen knife underneath. If it feels bad, I Immediately leave the Iron Fort, I don't know what you mean?"
"Grandpa, my father's cooking is really super delicious." Amy looked at Roma and said that he touched his stomach. Some pity said: "Hungry hungry~~~"
"喵~"
The ugly duckling stared at the fat head fish in the bucket, swallowed and swallowed, and the eyes had begun to glow green.
The fat fish seemed to feel a terrible threat, but all of a sudden stopped all the movements, slowly turned to look at the ugly duckling, slammed to the other side of the bucket, watching the ugly duckling in horror.
"Bet?" There was a slight hesitation on Roma's face. Look at the fat fish in the bucket. Look at Amy, who looked forward to it. Hesitated for a while, or clicked: "Okay, then I will You bet, but you don't want to be too early. For eating, I am quite picky."
Meg's face showed a happy color. Since I mentioned eating, no matter how picky your mouth is, I can let you close it and concentrate on eating.
Rom turned into the kitchen and took a semi-finished sword from the ground and walked out and threw it at McGonagall.
McGonagall picked up the long sword lightly, and the black long sword started quite lightly. It was just that the sword should not be forged, and the pattern on the sword sword was not engraved.
However, even if it is just a semi-finished sword, it is still a good sword.
"Good sword, thank you Master Roma, please wait." McGonagall pitched his hand and walked toward the fire with his sword and bucket.
Putting down the bucket, McGonagall washed the long sword with snow, then opened the lid and grabbed the fat fish. He looked at the fat fish struggling in his hand and chuckled: "You continue to jump."