"Poor hospitality."

McGonagall put away a few empty bowls, looked at Rohm with a smile and said, "I wonder if Master Roma is satisfied with this dinner?" ”

Rom nodded with a somewhat complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but speak: "I want to know what kind of fish you are here?" Why do I remember so many things I forgot after eating? ”

"This is a fathead fish caught from the far north of the Los Empire, also known as icebreaker fish, the fish head has the effect of tonifying the brain, the head of this fathead fish is much larger than ordinary fish, and lives in an extremely cold place, perhaps it has achieved some special effects." McGlossy thought for a moment.

"I see, not everyone can go to the Far North." Rohm was stunned, and a little stunned.

After eating the chopped pepper fish head, he felt that the whole person suddenly became sober, the events of the past year or so were vivid, and he no longer felt like he was bound when he was thinking.

This is obviously all obtained after eating the fish.

After two years of chaos, this rare sobriety made him feel precious.

However, if he wants to catch this big-headed fish from the far north, he obviously can't do it, so the idea of wanting to eat this big-headed fish often to ensure that he is sober naturally fell through.

McGonagall looked at Rom's changing face, and had already guessed a rough idea in her heart, and said with a smile: "If Master Rohm still wants to eat this chopped pepper fish head, you can go to the city of chaos to find me, my restaurant is open there, if you get a kitchen knife, there will be a chopped pepper fish head every day in the future." ”

"City of Chaos." Röm was slightly stunned, looking at his forge with a hint of thought, he had been here for more than four hundred years, he had spent almost his whole life here, and he had thought countless times that he would die here.

Regardless of war or peace, he never thought of leaving here.

Maybe it's nostalgia, or maybe it's fear.

The outside world is foreign to him, he has no friends, only customers.

He had never left Eisentiefort and did not know what the outside world was like.

This dilapidated forge is regarded as the glory and sanctuary of the forger, his most ornate garment, and his impenetrable fortress.

And now, McGonagall sent him an invitation with a chopped pepper fish head.

"Instead of dying chaotically, it's better to change places and die soberly on the forge table." Rom's gaze became firm, and the forge, which he regarded as a treasure, suddenly became worthless.

"When you go to the City of Chaos, you can eat chopped pepper fish heads every day?" Röm asked with a serious look on his face, looking back.

"If the master had come to line up a little earlier every day, there should have been no problem." McGonagall smiled and nodded, the richest blacksmith in the world, naturally did not need to think about money.

Röm nodded slightly, not saying anything, but he had already made up his mind.

"Master Rohm, ...... our previous bet," McGonagall said.

"You won, I admit, the fish head you made with pepper is the most delicious food I've ever tasted, and it's the most special. I would like to apologize for my reckless words before, you are an excellent cook. Rohm said solemnly.

"The master is a frank man." McGonagall smiled.

Rohm also had a smile on his face, and said quickly: "What kind of kitchen knife do you want, I'll make it for you tomorrow." ”

"Here's the drawing, I want a kitchen knife like this." McGonagall pulled a drawing out of her bosom and handed it to Rom.

"It seems that you were confident from start to finish and could convince me." Rohm smiled and took the drawing, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket, a kitchen knife was not enough to stop him.

"It's not easy to get to Eiseniron Castle, and if you can't convince Master Rohm, you'll be in vain." McGonagall also smiled and said that although she had to stay for another day, she was still ahead of schedule.

"I'm done with the fish head, but I still have wine, would you like some?" Röm pulls the pouch from his waist and hands it to McGonagall.

"With the child, I can only accompany the master to take a sip." McGonagall took the sac and took a long sip of the liquor in her throat, not too good, before handing it back to Rom.

"In that case, I won't force you." Rom took the wine bag and took two sips, wiped his mouth, and said, "Do you have a place to stay at night?" His eyes fell on Amy, it was the coldest time of winter, and the little girl was so young that she couldn't stay outside for a night.

"We're going to check in at the Tamu Hotel in front of us." McGonagall said, pointing ahead.

"Okay, then you can go now, and come and get the kitchen knife tomorrow evening." Röhm said with a wave of his hand.

"Goodbye, Master Roma." McGonagall put the washed pots and pans back into her backpack, spoke to Rom, took a piece of wood from the fire that was still burning as a torch, and took Amy's hand and walked down the street.

"Goodbye, old man." Amy waved at Rhom with the ugly duckling in her arms and happily followed McGonagall.

The streets are not very wide, paved with smooth stones, each stone is cut into squares of almost the same size, perfectly put together, and almost visible gaps are visible.

The stone houses on both sides of the street are also made of square stone, neatly and neatly, and the dwarves' extraordinary skills and strict character are evident in this regard.

Above the street, there is not a vast starry sky, but black rocks, just tens of meters above the ground, hidden by the night, so that people are not easy to find.

However, every other section, there is a large hole for ventilation and light, so that the interior of Eisentie does not appear closed and oppressive.

This huge complex of buildings, built over thousands of years by successive dwarves, is a marvel and has no chance of being replicated.

The Race War destroyed most of the Iron Castle, but after a hundred years of peace, the Iron Castle has become more spectacular and precipitous, and is known as one of the most difficult cities in the world to attack.

McGonagall led Amy to the end of the street, her almost burned torch completely extinguished by the cold wind.

"This way." McGonagall looked left and right, and there was a lively tavern at the end of the street, from which loud laughter and discussion could be heard, and across the tavern was the Tamm inn they were looking for, with an iron sign hanging on the door dangling in the wind, the door was closed, and through the window there was a warm light inside, and there was a courtyard with many carriages and horses.

McGonagall stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after a while the door opened, and an elderly dwarf with a somewhat hunchback opened a crack in the door, looked at McGonagall with some vigilance, and said, "You want to stay in a hotel?" ”

"Yes, my daughter and I would like to stay at the hostel for one night." McGonagall nodded.

……

In the tavern next door, there were guests of all races, drinking spirits and talking and laughing loudly.

"Lord Harden, did you see Master Rohm today?" The bartender looked at Harden and asked curiously, and the people around him also looked at it one after another, in Eisentiefort, as long as it was related to Master Roma, it was of interest.