Instead of extinguishing the bonfire, Henry cast a fourth-level magic spell, the "Leomon Shelter". After chanting incantations for several minutes, a sturdy hut six meters long and six meters wide rose from the ground, wrapping the makeshift campsite so tightly that not even a trace of light or heat could penetrate.

This is a standard travel spell, one of the many spells invented by Gray Eagle's world-famous mage Leo Mon, which is widespread throughout the multiverse. Based on the two-hour duration of each cast level, the hut can be stored for three and a half days, enough for everyone to have a good meal and a good night's sleep.

After all, since the underground labyrinth of the Forbidden Demon Prison, they have been mentally high, and then they have experienced tense and exciting naval battles, passing through the dangerous city of Shahua Fishmen, and now they are all at the end of their crossbows, and they are exhausted.

In particular, Aberdell, Jasila and Minsk have been tortured for a long time, and although the superficial wounds have been healed, there are still many hidden diseases in the body, such as malnutrition in Yan zhòng, and in other example, the weakening of internal organs. They now urgently need a few days to recuperate so that their bodies can return to their normal state.

Everyone sat around the campfire, watching Henry take out potatoes, onions, sausages, bacon, dried bracken, and many other ingredients from the dimensional bag, and then wash and peel them one by one and throw them into the pot, while also setting up a simple barbecue grill and starting to grill sausages, and in a short time the enticing aroma filled the room.

For those who have been adventuring in the wild for a long time, it is not easy to eat a hot meal, and it is rare to find something as hearty as today. After all, many times fires are not allowed to be lit for safety. It can only be gnawed cold and hard. It can even be used as dry hard bread for weapons. The richer guys add at most another piece of jerky. Not only is it easy to damage your teeth, but it is also difficult to digest when you eat it in your stomach.

This is a true reflection of the life of most adventurers, eating the worst food, sleeping in an all-natural bed (it is certainly natural to sleep on the floor), even spending the night in the pouring rain when unlucky, and if you accidentally catch a cold, then you are likely to die on the journey.

Do the math, Henry has been in this world for more than ten years. Since he has been devoting his main energy to the study of magic, he has never made a real earthly delicacy. But today he decided to show his hand and let these turtles who dare to stuff anything into their mouths open their eyes.

Soon, a lump of cured beef was cut into small pieces by a sharp dagger and thrown into the pot, put green onions, ginger and a small amount of pepper and thrown into a new pot to simmer slowly, and then peeled and cut the potatoes into pieces, and after ten minutes, the rich aroma overshadowed the chowder soup next to it.

Abridel swallowed and asked, "Oh my God! Why does this dish smell so good? ”

"That's right, I'm almost over, let's eat." Kogan hurriedly chimed in. His two small mung bean eyes kept staring at the pot, almost falling in.

"Wait a few more minutes. I'll just put these side dishes in it. With that, Henry stood up and poured the prepared tomatoes into the pot along with the onions, adding some salt at the same time.

A very simple bacon beef stew with potatoes. Maybe it's normal on Earth, but no one has done that here yet. Because tomatoes are a crop of the Aztec continent, there are very few planted in the Feren continent, and they are also luxury goods such as ornamental flowers, which are impossible for ordinary people to touch.

Five minutes later, when the lid was lifted again, the inside of the pot was a bright red and yellow color, which looked appetizing. Heng scooped up a small piece of beef with a spoon and tasted it raw and cooked, then nodded to the eager foodies: "It's time to eat." ”

Aberdell, who was already hungry, didn't say a word, just grabbed the spoon and filled himself with a big bowl first, which was not too hot, and shoved it into his mouth with the rusk. Kogan and Minsk's eating looks no better, they both belong to the wild Fauvists, and they don't use a spoon at all, they just use their hands to grab them.

In contrast, several ladies eat more than Sven. Aemond was taking small bites of the food in the bowl while grabbing a sausage from the barbecue grill from time to time, and seemed to have a soft spot for sausages. Fed, on the other hand, was particularly fond of the other pot of bracken chowder, and drank two bowls in one sitting.

"What is this red, somewhat sweet and sour plant? Why do I never seem to have seen it? Jasila asked, staring at the rotten tomato in the spoon.

Henry quickly swallowed the food and explained: "Tomatoes, the fruit of a vine plant, are very nutritious and not difficult to grow. However, this thing originated in the Aztec continent, and the people on the Feren continent have not yet realized its value, so there are very few people who grow it. ”

He had now finally tasted the consequences of overusing the power of the Tron Zào. Food that should be delicious has no taste in your mouth, it's like chewing wax, and the taste is hard to describe in words. If it weren't for the fact that my body needed food, I would have vomited it as soon as I swallowed it.

The attentive Viconia noticed Henry's slightly painful expression when he chewed, and leaned over and whispered, "What's wrong with you?" Is the food not to taste? ”

"No, it's a dish I like to eat, but because of the power I just used, I can't taste anything in my mouth at all." As he spoke, Henry frowned again, and swallowed the food with the desire to spit out.

"Permanently?" Viconia asked, slightly curious.

Henry smiled bitterly and shook his head: "For the time being, it will be normal after twenty-four hours." ”

Hearing that it was not permanent, Viconia didn't ask any more questions, and returned to the corner with her bowl and ate her food silently. The meal lasted for half an hour, and as the last bit of soup was drunk, everyone patted their stomachs with satisfaction, and found a random place in the house to fall asleep, and soon there were cries one after another.

The continuous fierce battle had already consumed all their bodies, and within seconds of closing their eyes, they all fell into a deep sleep, and even the energetic hamster Bubu stopped moving, lying on Minsk's shoulder and dozing.

Instead of resting immediately like his teammates, Henry took out a few tender skins from the belly of the primeval red dragon from his dimensional pouch. Ever since he reached the forty-second mage level, he had been trying to sort out the spells that had been copied into the system and make a "Book of a Thousand Laws" in the true sense of the word.

You must know that most of the mages on the Feren continent have very few spells, generally speaking, no more than twenty, and the leader of the Santarin Society, the legendary mage Mansong, has only mastered about a hundred spells, which shows how precious magic is.

How can I get more spells as fast as I can? Many wise scholars will tell you that becoming an evangelist is the only way. The current mage god Azus used to hold this position when he was still a mortal, and many people simply thought that the preacher was the most powerful spellcaster in the Faren Continent, which shows how tempting this position is.

Of course, this position comes with corresponding responsibilities. As the name suggests, the Missionary Mage was created to better disseminate magical knowledge, spell-casting techniques, alchemical techniques, and a host of other magic-related things. However, due to the greed of human nature, mages who hold this position usually do not live very long.

Because the preacher is the only one, there can only be one preacher mage in the entire Faeron continent at the same time. What does it take to become an evangelist? Quite simply, it is enough to defeat the incumbent in a spell duel. It is because of this rule that countless ambitious fellows have come forward to stain this otherwise respectable position with blood, and many rational mages have refused to become evangelists.

According to the death records of the preachers, most of them have a hard time surviving more than two years after receiving this position, and there is even a person named Kosas. Muliel's unlucky bastard was killed in less than a day, which shows how fierce the fight was.

It is for this reason that the god of mages, Azus, has slightly changed the rules in recent years to not allow the challenger who kills the current preacher to inherit the title. However, fair spell duels are still allowed, which means that although the life of the Missionary is guaranteed, he still has to deal with countless challengers.

Henry had never wanted to become an evangelist to the goddess of magic and the god of mages, and while he could reap a lot of benefits, not inferior to most of the elect, there were so many things to deal with that just a bunch of challengers could be a mental breakdown.

Tong Guò's accumulation over the years, coupled with the fact that the system does not have page restrictions like ordinary spell books, the number of magic he has mastered now has exceeded three hundred and seventy, many of which are secret arts, that is, spells that no second person knows at all. In terms of quantity alone, it can definitely rank in the top ten on the continent of Faeron, and even the voters of the goddess of magic may not be able to surpass.

Of course, there are not many that can really be used in actual combat, only about less than a quarter or even less. After all, there are a limited number of spell slots, so there have to be trade-offs, and some haven't been used since they were transcribed.

There is a saying that prepared mages are invincible, and even the gods cannot help them.

Henry in the same Joan. In the confrontation of Irenikas, he obviously felt that he was not prepared, so he planned to make a sub-artifact, and copy all the magic and magic he had mastered into it, and activate it directly when he needed it, saving time and effort.

However, it is difficult to make such a powerful magical item, the materials alone have to be carefully selected, and the whole process also requires a large amount of gold coins and gems, and the cost price is conservatively estimated to be at least hundreds of thousands or even millions of gold coins.

After many considerations, he finally chose to use the softest leather on the belly of the primeval red dragon to make the pages, the demon lord's wing bones to make the spine, the cover to wrap the scalp of the Barlow Flame Demon, and finally to use a mixture of dragon blood and astral matter to write the content.

Henry, who had made up his mind, quietly took out a table and began to carefully handle various materials, devoting himself to the production of this magical object destined to go down in history...... (To be continued......)