Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 37 Can I take up your precious time?

Four days later.

Mr. Chambers’ caravan arrived near the small town of Rhein.

Because there were not too many stops along the way, and the mercenary team hired by Chambers, the caravan had no troubles along the way, and it took a day faster to arrive near the Rhine than expected.

Dorn carried a large bag with various kitchen utensils and spices in it, and a big black pot on his back.

When he jumped from the caravan’s carriage, his outfit jingled.

“Brother Dorn, next time I go to Eaton, remember to serve me a delicious treat!” The slightly fat Chambers smiled and waved goodbye to Dorn.

Dorne fully agreed, and then watched Mr. Chambers leave, still muttering in his mouth: “A good man lives in peace.”

Three carriages, a caravan composed of a dozen people, raised the dust all the way, and slowly disappeared into Dorn’s vision.

The town of Rhine is located in the middle of the Dona Empire.

It turned out to be just a village, because the local viscount has discovered mineral deposits in this neighborhood and vigorously exploited it, which led to many miners and laborers starting activities in this neighborhood, and Rheinland slowly gained the scale of a town.

However, even so Rhine Town is still small, smaller than Eaton Town, and the facilities in the town are lagging behind Eaton.

For example, there are no public baths for a fee in this small town.

Dorn stayed in a tavern in the town called [聒遊籬餅], which is one of the few pubs in Rhine Town that can provide accommodation.

The conditions of the pub are also very poor. The rooms are small and dim, but still very humid. Mold can be seen on the wooden boards in the corners, and the air is mixed with the smell of alcohol and sweat.

Dorn began to miss the room in the Wishing Restaurant. Although the room was not big, it was clean and bright, and there was a beautiful girl with silver hair living next door.

After sighing slightly, Dorn stored most of own’s luggage in this small room.

Now there are four days left before the limited-time dungeon [Poisonous Remnant] opens. It is best to step on a spot on the edge of the lake marked on the map as early as possible.

The lake on the edge of Rhine Town is about six or seven kilometers away from the town. The locals call this lake Renali, and the name should mean holy.

The road to Lake Reinari was very secluded, there was only a small winding dirt road that could barely be called a road, and no one was seen along the way.

According to the map in the email, Dorn took a lot of effort to reach the lake smoothly and found the marked point where the ruins opened four days later.

Of course, there is nothing special about the marked points in reality, just the normal lakeside.

However, the scenery seen from standing here is pretty good.

Because the trails in the wild are not easy to follow, it was already dusk when Dorne arrived here by referring to the map.

Half of the red sun sank to the west of the lake, and the surface of the vast red lake was shining with shimmering waves, which really smelled of holiness and tranquility.

“If the information in the game email is correct, the time-limited copy will be opened here in four days. I don’t know what will be waiting for me in it.”

…

When Donn was still stepping on Lake Reinari.

On the second floor of the Noisy Turtle Dove Tavern, next to Dorn’s room.

In this room lived a silver-white sideburn, who looked like an old man in his 60s.

At this moment, the old man was sitting by the bed, closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be listening hard, as if there was something invisible, whispering in his ear.

After a while, an expression of pain began to appear on the old man’s face, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and only spat out a few words intermittently:

“The redemption… finally comes… the redemption… the last…”

Then the old man’s closed eyes opened, as if awakened from a nightmare, his head was sweaty, and he was gasping for breath.

After resting for a while, the old man’s pale face recovered a little blood.

“I can still only hear a few words.” The silver temple old man sighed rather regretfully.

The old man just listened to the unknown source, as if vague babble came from the void.

However, the silver temple old man firmly believes that these babbles are oracles and are the teachings of God.

[Listen to the oracle, the redemption is over. ]

This is the purpose of the esoteric religion that the old man belongs to, the Apocalypse Religion.

Tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk.

knocking.

The old man with silver temple stood up and opened the door. Two of his students came in. One male and one female, the female student is called Galina, and the male student is called Colmar.

“Teacher Silver Lizard, we have contacted the Owl. Everything is normal there. Everything is going according to the original plan. Four days later, we will explore the remains of the gods on the shore of Lake Reinari.”

It was the female student Galina who reported the situation.

“I see.” The silver lizard waved his hand.

“Teacher.” Galina stared at the silver lizard’s face for a while. “Are you trying to listen to the oracle again?”

“Um.”

“Your face is very bad.”

“I know.” The silver lizard paused, and the flesh under his cheek suddenly twitched unreasonably. “It seems that I need fresh flesh and blood tonight.”

The fresh flesh and blood mentioned by the silver lizard refers not to dinner, but to people, and it must be a living person.

The silver lizard has been like this since a long time ago.

The long-term listening to [The Oracle] caused him an abnormality in his body.

About every one and a half months, if the silver lizard is not nourished by the flesh and blood of a living person, it will become extremely mad and tyrannical, and eventually completely irrational.

If the frequency of listening to [the oracle] is too frequent, the period of his madness will be further shortened.

Regarding the silver lizard’s request, neither Galina nor Colmar showed any surprises.

After all, they have done too many things like hunting living people, too skillful.

“Teacher, in terms of fresh flesh and blood, the black-haired brother who lives next door today seems to be a very suitable object?”

Galina licked her lips, there was a clear blush on her face, she was excited.

The silver lizard said nothing more, just nodded.

It seems that he also noticed Dorn, who had just lived in the tavern today.

Living in a tavern, alone, there is a surge of magic in his body, but the strength is weak.

Is there a more suitable hunting target?

…

Donne’s side.

After trekking six or seven kilometers of winding mountain roads, Dorn returned to the town of Rhein, which was already 9 o’clock in the evening.

Rhein, a small town mainly composed of miner labor, Night Life is even more scarce than Eaton.

There was no one on the street at this point, only a few horseshoe lamps hung on the outer walls of a few houses, emitting a weak yellow light.

“Silent night, rundown town, this environment always feels that nothing good will happen.” Dorn shrank his neck.

After walking a few steps further, before reaching the Noisy Turtledove Tavern, Dorn saw a few people standing faintly under a horseshoe lamp on the side of the road ahead.

“Aren’t you afraid of what will come?” Don hastened his pace, intending to pass these people quickly.

But only the few people under the horseshoe lamp seemed to have a few whispered exchanges.

Then it spread out, and walked towards Dorne in a vaguely encircled posture.

Dorn saw it clearly at this time. There were three people on the opposite side, an older man with silver temples. There are two young people left, one man and one woman.

The three of them are dressed as ordinary businessmen, they look ordinary and ordinary.

“Sir, can I take up a little of your precious time? I want to tell you about the suffering and salvation of the world, the end of the world and the Savior.”

The elder of the three stood in front of Don, and said in a soft and kind tone.

Dorn:…

Just by listening to the opening remarks of the Amway-style mission, Dorne understood what the identities of these three people were.

Regarding the religion in the land of miracles, Dorn has heard of Vivian popular science.

According to Vivienne, there is only one official sect in several Grand Duchys, including the Doña Empire—

The original sect, the general “church” and “Holy See” refer to this sect.

The historical origin of the original sect’s existence in the land of miracles is no longer possible, anyway, it seems to have existed logically from before.

The Holy See worships the original Creator and regards him as the only true God in the world.

The three people on the opposite side obviously do not belong to the Holy See. After all, the people of the Holy See are not down to the point of taking to the streets to preach at night.

Even if these three are not cultists, they are also members of the esoteric sect.

But then again, this person who doesn’t know what esoteric religion has to go to the streets to stop people from preaching and earning performance after this point?

Are you so diligent?

“Sorry, I still have something urgent to deal with, I’ll listen to it next time I have a chance.”

Donn doesn’t want to get involved with any esoteric group at all, and he wants to leave after a casual deal.

Just kidding, the Holy See dominates the entire land of miracles and exists in a monopoly style.

If you have a relationship with any esoteric group, isn’t it the same as setting fire to yourself?

And this night, people were directly surrounded on the street where no one could be seen.

But any normal person would never believe that you really just want to preach, OK?

“Sir, I think you need to listen carefully. When it finally comes, we all need salvation.”

The older escort still spoke with a cordial tone, but he didn’t mean to make way for Donne.

At the same time, through the dim light from the horseshoe lamp, Dorn clearly saw the old cultist’s face twitching very abnormally, as if something was scurrying under his skin.

Not good, very bad.

Encountered something strange while walking at night.

Don’s groaned in his heart, but his spirit was highly concentrated and he was ready to fight.

Whether it is triggering the spell in the Mithril Ring or releasing his own skills, Don is ready.

“This gentleman, I don’t think you need to be so nervous. We are not malicious, but we want you to be saved.”

The elder escort was still talking, and the shocking twitch under his skin became more violent.

Not only that, at the moment his voice fell, Don saw the blood stick on the top of the opponent’s head.

Bright red blood bars.

Damn old man, I believe you a ghost!

The blood bars are all showing up, you told me you are not malicious?