"What are you doing with a fork when you're eating?" Akali glanced at Lothar like an idiot, took out two wooden sticks from the small bamboo tube on the table, hooked them flexibly with her fingers, and used them to pick up a large string of sticks. Noodles, slurped and ate.

"Why isn't this tableware written in the book Swain gave me?" Lothar also took two wooden sticks in confusion, and clamped them like Akali did.

Nothing clipped.

"You can't use chopsticks," Akali stared at Lothar suddenly, "you're not Ionian!"

The owner of the noodle shop also looked at Lothar.

"Oops..." Lothar thought.

The post-war Ionians were extremely sensitive to foreigners, and many of the radical ones would even fight at the sight of foreigners. On the way, Hiric and Karan reminded Lothar not to admit that they were foreigners. people.

"What stupid things are you talking about, of course I can use chopsticks." Lothar pretended to be calm and scratched Akali's nose, hooked his fingers on the wooden stick, and put it into the bowl.

Lothar picked up the noodles smoothly and put them into his mouth.

The owner of the noodle shop looked away, Akali glanced at Lothar in confusion, but she was worried that her noodles would rise, so she didn't think much about it, and continued to enjoy it.

"Huh...fortunately..." Lothar said happily.

Lothar never thought that the blade martial arts, which he had been training hard for a while, actually came into play at this time. The practice of blade martial arts has made Lothar's fingers extremely flexible, coupled with Lothar's keen observation, as long as you pay a little attention, it is still very easy to imitate Akali's finger force and movements when using chopsticks.

Although he used utensils that he was not used to, Lothar was very satisfied with this meal.

The savory soup base is very thick, and the meat and bone aromas are completely integrated into it. The noodles are soaked in the soup, and every bite is delicious. The most outstanding is the pork called "char siu", which is so delicious that Losar's tongue will fall off.

After a bowl of noodles, Lothar was so satisfied that he didn't even have any soup left, so he drank it all.

Lothar looked at Akali, this little girl was like a starving ghost, burying her head and eating so much that she had already eaten six bowls of noodles.

"It's over, this girl eats so much, can I afford it..." Lothar secretly opened his bag, and Xiric didn't give him much money. There were only some fine silver nuggets and two copper coins lying in the bag.

"Ha..." Akali took a deep breath and put down the bowl with satisfaction. Her face was rosy, her eyes were blurred, and she seemed to be extremely comfortable.

"Have you eaten yet?" Lothar asked quietly, leaning over to Akali.

"Well, what's wrong?" Akali didn't want Lothar to get too close to her, so she turned away.

"I have no money." Lothar said in a low voice.

"Ha, you have no money to invite me to dinner." Akali's eyes widened, "Do you want to eat Overlord's meal?"

Lothar didn't know what the Overlord's Meal was, but since Akali said so, he agreed: "Yes."

"You're serious!" Akali kicked Lothar, but her eyes glowed with excitement, "I haven't eaten the Overlord's meal yet! Good! I count one, two, three, and let's run together!"

"Run." Lothar was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Akali to come up with such an idea, and thought to himself, "This girl is planning not to give the money."

"I'm ready, I'm starting to count." Akali peeked at the store manager, the civet cat Vastaya was still humming a little song and making soup, and didn't pay attention to them, "One, two, three... slip!"

Lothar and Akali moved at the same time, and their speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared into the store and ran to the end of the street like the wind.

"Huh" The store manager heard the movement and turned around, "All the guests left?"

He looked at the table, and there were two large strings of silver coins lying quietly on it: "Oh, the money has already been given."

The store manager happily accepted the money and continued to boil his pork bone soup with his tail wagging.

Inside the store, a purple lightning flashed past.

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Ramen, a traditional food widely spread in Ionia, is divided into monkey pie and raccoon pie, which were created by the vastaya tribe, the Simi ape and the nine-striped tanuki.

Monkey ramen noodles live up to the name, the noodles are "pulled" by hand, and by repeated beating and pulling, the noodles will become extremely strong. It is said that the ramen pulled by the most powerful master Shimizu can even be used as a bowstring. Monkey ramen is usually served with chili and shaozi, and the whole is mainly spicy, but also has fruit flavors.

Tanuki ramen is not pulled at all, but rather heavy soup than noodles. Tanuki ramen is very particular about the soup base. Usually, a restaurant will keep a pot of soup, which is passed down from generation to generation. Legend has it that a pot of soup in some shops has been boiled for thousands of years. Tanuki ramen has a variety of flavors, but soy sauce ramen, shio ramen and miso ramen are still the three main styles.

Regarding the problem that the raccoon ramen does not pull at all, the most mainstream view at present is that the pulling of the raccoon ramen is a myth. "Ramen".

——Excerpt from Ezreal's "Ionia's Travels Chapter 8: The Cuisine of the East"

Chapter 192 Treehouse

"Hahahahaha!" Akali hugged Lothar's arm and laughed, leaning back and forth, "We really ate the Overlord Meal! It's so cool!"

"Is it so funny?" Lothar didn't understand the girl's mind very well, so she could only press Akali's head, "Okay, I've eaten something, you should go back."

A hint of slyness flashed in Akali's black jade-like eyes, she hugged Lothar tightly: "I'll leave after you invite me to dinner! But we ate the Overlord's meal, and you didn't give me any money. , not counting you inviting me!"

Lothar squeezed Akali's head: "Don't be fooled, if you don't leave, I'll freeze you into an ice sculpture!"

"Okay, okay!" Akali felt the biting chill emanating from Lothar's fingertips, and hurriedly took a step back, "Really, why are you so cruel to a little girl, you really don't look like an adult..."

"What kind of idiom is it..." Lothar shook his head and pointed at Akali, "Don't follow me anymore, did you hear?"

Akali puffed out her face in dissatisfaction and stood there in a muffled voice.

Lothar walked away quickly, but Akali didn't catch up when he looked back.

"Phew, it looks like she finally gave up." Lothar breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to the agreed meeting place.

While walking, Lothar suddenly stopped and looked behind him suddenly.

No one.

"Is it an illusion..." Lothar shook his head. Ever since he set foot on the land of Feilor, he always felt that someone was watching him, but with Lothar's keenness, he found nothing.

And just now, the sense of peeping he felt was stronger than before... It was like... more than one pair of eyes were staring at him.

"It may be that Ionia's magic is too strong, making me a little nervous." Lothar found no signs of tracking at all, and could only blame the result on an illusion.

Lothar patted his forehead and continued walking.

Akali broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's dangerous, I thought he found it." Akali patted her chest and thought happily.

Her body seemed to have become transparent, not showing the slightest figure.

Akali touched a talisman attached to her body, and there was an idiom written in cipher text—without a trace.

"I've even used this spell." Akali followed Lothar closely, clenching her small fists as if she was imminent, "I must dig out the secret of your immortality!"

...

Hiric took Karan and Lothar to the outskirts of Veri.

"This is where we live tonight." Losar looked up at the wooden house in front of him. It looked very strange. It was not made of wooden boards, but several ancient trees with trunks and branches coiled together.

This was the first time that Lothar had seen an Ionian dwelling. All I saw at the Weili Market were pergola stalls and carts.

"There is only one old woman in this house, and she promised us that we could stay here for one night." Hiric said, "Treasure it, I spent a lot of time saying that we are all native Ionians. She just nodded, you two must not cause trouble."

"Understood." Lothar agreed, looking at the strange wooden house in admiration, "How is this house built?"

Hiric was used to Lothar's pile of questions: "Carpenters made it, they can communicate with the tree deeply, and let the tree grow into a house by itself."

Lothar once again deeply realized how close the Ionians are to nature: "So you don't have to cut down trees?"

"Don't say that word, do you want to be slapped by a branch?" Karan reminded.

Lothar feels more and more that Ionia and Freljord are really two extremes. The former human beings and nature live in harmony and depend on each other. The Ionians have always regarded themselves as a part of nature, a Plants all maintain an intimate relationship. The latter is a completely opposite relationship. The Freljord is enough to take away many lives in the severe cold, not to mention the famine, cold disasters and snowstorms that occur almost every year, all of which drive the tribes to a dead end.

The owner of the house was a little wary of Lothar and his party. Cirick had told Lothar beforehand that the people of Navoli Province were very hospitable before, but after the war, the resistance organizations that emerged in various places disturbed Ioni. The situation in Asia has changed greatly, and the people who were kind and honest have had to be more mindful.

The three of Lothar were assigned to a room. Lothar's room was on the second floor. The room was not big, but it was full of things. There was even a tub for bathing.

Lothar took off his clothes and was about to wash his body. Although he could use ice magic to wash off the dirt on his body, the feeling of the cold current brushing on his skin was really bad and would make his body even more painful.

"Yeah." Lothar just took off his shirt and found the door of the room ajar. "Strange, I remember that I closed it. Is the latch loose..."

Closing the door again, locking the latch firmly, Lothar walked into the bathroom, which Hiric had taught him in advance.

"Using the big river lotus leaves to make water first... Well, it can really make water, a lot. There is also a flame stone to start a fire, eh, it's really convenient."

Akali now regrets it very much.

She sneaked into Lothar's room, trying to get a glimpse of this person's secrets, but she had no idea that the first thing this person did was to take a shower.

"Wow...what should I do..." Akali covered her eyes and peeked at Lothar, who was walking around the room naked, through her fingers, "It turns out that the underside of the boy looks like this...it's not right! I'm in What are you looking at!"

Akali wanted to go out, but Lothar locked all the doors and windows in the room, and the unlocking would definitely make a sound, and the boy seemed to be very keen, and Akali did not dare to take the risk.

Losar boiled a bucket of hot water and jumped in comfortably. The cold skin touched the hot water, and a lot of white steam evaporated at once.

Akali saw Lothar's eyes narrowed in satisfaction, and carefully began to flip through his clothes.

She didn't find anything, she didn't have the powerful magic tool she imagined, and everything added up to even worse than Akali.

"Then his secret must be with him..."

Akali put her toes on her toes and slowly approached Lothar.

The boy leaned against the tub, closed his eyes and raised his head to take a bath.

Akali blushed a little when she saw the muscle lines of Lothar's upper arm, and muttered in her heart: "It looks so thin in clothes, I didn't expect it to be quite unexpected."

Akali circled the tub, with a red face on her face, carefully looking for something suspicious about Lothar.

Akali's eyes were firmly attracted by the ice blue wing tattoo on Lothar's chest.

The shape of the tattoo is like a feather and an ice crystal, and a pair of wings are clustered into an oval shape, like an egg.

"So beautiful..." Akali stared at Lothar's chest enviously. She had always longed for tattoos, and she had never seen such a beautiful tattoo before.

dong dong dong!

The door was knocked.

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There are many local-specific professions in Ionia. They are not strictly wizards, but they can do more miraculous things than magic.

Like carpenters, they can "convince" trees to grow the way they want, so that they can grow into houses. It is also possible to separate a part of the tree into wooden boards, wheels and other objects. The separated part does not die, but still maintains biological activity.

Another example is the more amazing tinkers, who can repair broken things, even if the thing is lifeless. Such as broken china. Tinkers can communicate with the "spirits" in objects, allowing them to repair themselves.

There is an spirit in all things, this is the most common belief among the Ionians.

- Excerpted from Ionian Travels Chapter 3: Magical Wonders by Ezreal

Chapter 193 Eavesdropping

The sudden knock on the door sounded when Akali was fascinated by the tattoo, and the little girl fell to the ground in fright, her **** hitting the floor, making a muffled sound.

"Yeah." Lothar opened his eyes and looked in front of him suspiciously.

"Luo Ji, it's me." Callan's voice came from outside the door, "I have something to tell you."

"Wait for me, I'm taking a shower." Lothar replied, jumping out of the tub, just stepping on both sides of Akali.

He bent down and glanced at the ground: "Strange, I clearly heard the sound of something falling to the ground..."

Lothar squatted half-squatting with both hands on his knees, carefully looking for the reason for the sound.

Akali's eyes widened and she covered her mouth tightly in horror.

She was lying on the ground, her body pressed against the floor, Lothar's crotch was exposed in front of her eyes, and Akali's eyes completely reflected the ferocious shape.

She wanted to turn her eyes away, but she didn't know why, her eyes were firmly glued to it.

Lothar still couldn't find what was making the movement, so he took two steps forward.

In Akali's eyes, the evil piece of meat is getting closer and closer, and it will soon come to her eyes, and the drop of water hanging from the tip of the piece of meat will even drop to the tip of her nose...

"Luo Ji!" Karan urged again, knocking on the door a few times.

"Come here." Lothar still found nothing and could only give up.

He walked aside, picked up a leaf to wipe his body, wrapped it around his waist, and opened the door.

Akali took the opportunity to slowly get up from the ground and hid in the corner, blushing as if she could drip blood.

"Wow..." Akali felt like she had knocked over ten bowls of ramen in her heart. No matter whether this infiltrated or not discovered the secret of the boy's immortality, Akali felt that... she had learned a lot.

"What's the matter?" Lothar looked at the burly lion standing outside the door.

"Go in and talk about it." Karan was very careful, wrapping herself tightly even in the house.

Lothar locked the door, and Karan finally took off his cloak and sat down on a chair.

"Vastaya" Akali frowned, "Half of her face was burned... How does it feel like I've seen it somewhere..."

"What's the matter, you have to come to me alone." Lothar sat on the bed, "Is it something that Xiric cannot know?"

"She doesn't need to know." Karan glanced at the tattoo on Lothar's chest, "Is your token still there?"