Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Although she had this urge, in the end Ella still didn't really make a hot pot meal to casually deal with the Queen's messenger.

In the atrium that had been cleaned in the most simple and crude way, the pool that was supposed to be a fountain turned into a large fire, with an equally large barbecue grill placed on the fire.

There was a calf with a whole lamb stuffed in its belly on the barbecue grill. Two shirtless Nord mercenaries were slowly turning the barbecue grill, which weighed more than 100 kilograms.

Ella, who was wearing a ceremonial white chef's uniform and a chef's hat, held a fork that could be used as a weapon, and poked the roasted calf from time to time.

The hot oil flowed out from the hole poked by Ella and made a sizzling sound when it fell on the fire.

Looking at the barbecue that Ella cooked up, which was neither Roman nor Chinese, but rather a bit green and Luo style, Milin, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, said strangely:

"If I remember correctly, this thing needs to be baked for several days, right?"

"It takes four or five days to roast the whole set. It takes so long mainly to roast the fat goose inside." Ella, who was working hard, replied to Milin.

"...Are you making dinner?" Milin asked a little strangely.

"Four or five days is how long it takes to roast the whole set..." Ella took out the meat fork from the calf and glanced at the tip of the fork and continued: "But I roasted it separately."

"Does this dish still have soul when roasted separately?" Milin asked in surprise.

"At least it looks good enough." Ella said without any psychological burden on her cheating in cooking.

"By the way, who did you learn this dish from, Goben?" Milin thought of the chicken boat in the port area.

"...e..." Ella showed a subtle expression because of Milin's question.

"What's wrong?" Milin asked a little strangely.

"...I did ask Goben for advice on how to make this dish, but I didn't learn it from her." Ella sighed and said, "I learned it from Maimaiti."

"Is that Maimaiti?" Milin understood that the Maimaiti that Ella was talking about was Muhammad II who captured Constantinople by boat on dry land and destroyed the Eastern Roman Empire.

"...Yes, it's that Maimaiti." Aila nodded.

"Well, why did you ask him to learn how to cook?" Milin was even more surprised.

Theoretically speaking, Maimaiti should be the most hated enemy of Aila. If these two people appeared in a Holy Grail War at the same time, their heads would be smashed.

"Maybe at that time I thought I could let him go by cooking him a delicious meal." Ella said in a slightly low tone.

But she recovered immediately and said: "Just like what the Admiral said in your hometown, a weak country has no diplomacy. In order to survive, the weak will naturally do everything they can to survive."

"So..." Milin glanced at Ella and said, "Did you prepare this dish for the Queen's guests on purpose?"

Although there are no native chickens in this world yet, the empire has not fallen to the level of 1453.

But is there really no other purpose for using this dish to entertain guests who represent one-third of the emperors of the empire?

"It's just convenient. No matter how many guests come, this dish is enough." Ella quickly said that she only made this dish out of practicality and had absolutely no other thoughts... Well, absolutely nothing.

"The guest should be alone and has already arrived." Milin said as he moved his gaze to the vestibule of the mansion.

"Huh? Just one person?" Ella also moved her gaze to the vestibule. Unfortunately, she couldn't see the guests who had arrived through a circle of houses.

The guest, who was wearing an outfit that was almost indistinguishable from Mirin's military consul look, did not immediately follow the attendants who belonged to the Wise Wolf Chamber of Commerce to the atrium after entering.

Instead, he stopped in the vestibule and stared at the armored cavalry standing in a circle along the pillars of the vestibule.

As the most capable general on the side of the Queen's faction, this guest is also an old acquaintance of Milin.

At first glance, you can tell that these guards, who are wearing thicker armor than knights, are not heavy infantry in terms of arms, but heavy cavalry that can mount a charge.

"So I have been underestimated..." The guest, who was wearing a rather heroic outfit, said in a self-deprecating tone.

Although he has never seen a type of heavy cavalry like armored cavalry, this guest could deduce it in his mind and analyze how his improvised defense line in that village would fare against this type of heavy cavalry. No difference.

I'm afraid it doesn't take more than ten riders to kill them directly.

This guest who was almost burned to ashes by Milin speculated that Milin did not want to waste such a precious unit on an enemy of his own level.

"Interesting..." Pahlavi, who didn't know that Milin didn't have these armored cavalry at the time, shook his head and felt that those imperial intelligence officers who said that Milin was just a lucky mercenary were useless.

No matter how lucky they are, this kind of heavy cavalry, which cannot be trained overnight, is not a power that mercenaries can possess.

Besides, how could a person with such power be willing to be a mercenary?

The so-called half-year mercenary career is obviously just a disguise made by Milin, a Cathay native, for some secrets.

It can only be said that the more confident a person is, the easier it is to fall into preconceived notions.

In particular, Pahlavi, who was famous for his military strategy in the empire, had half of his property burned down by Milin not long ago.

Even if Milin said in front of Pahlavi that he only felt sorry for the dinar and had only watched the sea for half a year, he would not believe it even if it was a punctuation mark.

Pahlavi, who was lost in thought, withdrew his attention from these armored cavalry and walked into the atrium.

As soon as he walked in, Pahlavi's attention was attracted by the roasted calf in the middle of the courtyard.

Especially in response to his entry, Ella once again pulled out the meat fork from the calf, causing the falling hot oil to splash on the fire and create a ball of fire rising into the sky.

This is intentional! ? You knew it was going to be him, so you put on this posture deliberately, right?

Use this method to remind yourself that you almost fell into the same situation as this calf in the first place, so as to take the initiative.

Although he had used similar methods to intimidate his defeated generals, it was the first time that Pahlavi was so intimidated, and his expression was slightly stiff.

"Welcome very much, His Excellency Pahlavi. I haven't seen you for several months. Your grace is not diminished."

Milin, who did not take the initiative to get closer and was still standing next to Ella, moved his eyes towards Ella cooking roasted calf and greeted Pahlavi with a smile.

Hearing Milin's greeting, Ella glanced at Pahlavi subconsciously.

As a "hero" who was summoned to this world by Milin with the ransom obtained from defeating Pahlavi, Ayla had heard stories about him even though he had never met Pahlavi.

In the story, this local lord, who looks worse than Milin, but still pretty good, appears as a negative example.

While thinking about this, Ella motioned to the Nord who was helping the cook to remove the grill from the fire.

"Hey hoo"

The grill weighing more than a hundred kilograms was moved to the pile of dry wood that had been prepared amidst the shouts of the Nord mercenaries.

Then the meat fork in Ella's hand was replaced by a machete that looked too big for a butcher.

After a few brushings, with Ella's knife skills no less than that of a cook Ding, the calf, which had been roasted to a charred black color and exuded a subtle charred aroma, was removed from the grill.

The roasted lamb shows off the perfect roast inside.

Together with the Nords, she dismantled the unloaded calf and changed the kitchen utensils. Ella took out a roasted goose that was shining with oil from the body of the lamb, and then took out a roasted goose from the body of the roasted goose. chicken.

In the last roasted chicken, which was cut in half, there were several crystal clear pigeon eggs.

Pahlavi subconsciously caught the pigeon egg that was brought to him. With a stiff face, Pahlavi just wanted to know if the roasted calf represented him.

So who is the sheep? What does the goose represent? What does the chicken mean? And this pigeon egg...

"The hospitality is not good, eat it while it's hot, it tastes good." Milin, who dipped a pigeon egg in honey on a wooden skewer, said to Pahlavi with a smile.