As Claude expected, Erikson and Viricolo were ready to hunt wild cats as soon as school was over. Claude reminded them that although their fathers were nationals and could legally own muskets, they were still enjoying the national treatment of their fathers before they were eighteen years old.
But after all, it is very dangerous to use a musket to shoot wild cats in the town. This is not to say that wild cats will pose a danger to them, but Claude is worried that they will accidentally injure pedestrians with their muskets.
Finally, these two guys understood the importance of right and wrong, and decided to change weapons after discussing it. Viricero went home to get a hunting bow, and Ericson went to the dock to ask his sailor to borrow a crossbow. Although the range of these two weapons was much shorter than that of muskets, they should be enough to deal with wild cats.
Bok'ar has a stone crossbow at home, a long-range weapon that his father carried when he was young and knew how to escort goods over long distances. Under the constant encouragement of Erikson and Verricro, Bockaar, who was still excited and proud of the route plan planned by his father in the morning, decided to put aside the rise of White Deer Town and go home to get it. It’s not too late for Shi Nu and his friends to continue to be excited and excited after hunting wild cats.
Only Claude refused the invitation of his friends. His excuse was not that he didn't want to seek revenge from the wild cat for causing his insomnia, but that he didn't sleep well last night and was almost late in the morning. He had another day of classes and was really tired. Now he feels I can barely keep my eyes open. So he wanted to go home and have a good sleep first. He could only ask his good friends to help him take revenge on the wild cat.
This was a good excuse. Instead of forcing Claude to join them, the friends thoughtfully asked him to go home early and rest. They also said that if there was any harvest, they would bring some to school tomorrow so that Claude could have a taste of cat meat.
When I got home, I was very lucky. My mother took Pang Dun to visit next door. The newly moved Mrs. Aleka on the third floor has become my mother's good friend at some point. She often gossips together and forgets the time to go home to cook. The most important thing is that Mrs. Aleka has a seven-year-old daughter. Fatty found a playmate and was so happy that he refused to go home several times.
Angelina has also come home from school and is doing homework on the dining table.
Claude touched his sister's head and told her the excuse again, asking her to remember that no one would disturb his rest unless he called him again during meals.
Returning to his attic, Claude swept away the decadence and listlessness on his face, and suddenly became energetic. Opening the drawer, he took out the results of last night, seven sheets of Manli paper written in ancient Hertzian language copied from the seven pages of recipes. In order not to confuse the order, Claude also specially numbered each sheet of paper. .
Do you want to decipher it immediately? Looking at the Ancient Hertzian dictionary on the table, Claude felt an impatience surge in his heart. At this moment, he really wanted to know what the hidden words in this magic recipe book contained. Such a secret.
However, Claude still forced himself to calm down. He had better take advantage of this little time to regain his energy and copy two more pages from this magic recipe book. Anyway, these ancient Hertzian words on each page were too small. Just a few lines, so as not to have to decipher those seven pages and then have to copy them intermittently while basking in the moonlight.
After concentrating on copying two more pages of recipes, Claude finally began to decipher it.
Today is August 11, 41st year of the Nomadin Calendar, and it rains.
After seven days of trekking, eight of us finally arrived at Jinshuilu Town.
We stayed at the Xianglu Tavern.
Getting ready for lunch, I was stunned when I saw the recipe. I never thought that someone would use magic paper made of manticore skin to copy a recipe.
I asked the tavern clerk, and he said that a man took this blank book to pay his debt half a month ago. It happened that the recipe book in the store was torn up by two drunken men in a fight. The boss thought that the book was made of leather and would not be easily torn, so he used it as a recipe book.
What a waste of resources. I really couldn't stand such a precious magic-patterned paper book being used as a recipe, so I bought it with a Sullivan.
Brother Davari said it was not worth it. Although the magic pattern talisman paper made of manticore skin is a good material for making a magic book, the recipe has been copied into this book, and the magic pattern on the talisman paper has been destroyed and cannot be used again. .