The lord put down the goblet, interrupting the Fat Priest’s endless accusations, and replaced his face with a sorrowful expression.
“Oh my, this is truly unfortunate.” The lord sighed, then waved his hand broadly and shouted loudly at the guards outside the door: “Guards!
Come in quickly!
This poor Mr.
Priest is obviously possessed by the demon once again, and actually dares to attempt to snatch the wealth bestowed upon them by the Lord from the pious civilians!
Drag him out quickly and give him a good exorcism!”
He is not the original Otto, you can have as many as you want, otherwise he would be a bachelor before time-travel and still a bachelor after time-travel, wouldn’t that mean he time-traveled in vain [laughing and crying]
The expression on the Fat Priest’s face instantly froze.
“Huh?”
Before he could react, two guards had already rushed in, propping up his arms from left and right, and dragging him directly out of the hall.
“Let me go!
I am not possessed!
I am the priest!
You bunch of idiots!
Lord, you cannot do this!” The Fat Priest struggled violently in mid-air, exasperatedly cursing at the guards supporting him, “You two heaven-condemned bastards!
Let go!”
Hearing this fat man actually dare to curse them, the two guards exchanged glances.
Good fellow, the demon really hadn’t left!
“My Lord is right, this is definitely possessed by a demon!
He actually dares to insult us!” Guard A said angrily.
“That’s right!
This demon is too arrogant!
We must teach him a lesson!” Guard B immediately stacked a buff of “Holy Wrath” on himself.
Just as they were dragged out of the main castle’s gates, the two guards threw the Fat Priest onto the ground and pulled out their wooden clubs, surrounding him.
“Demon!
Get out of the priest’s body!”
“Eat my righteous wooden club!”
“Ah!
Stop hitting!
I really am not possessed…
Ouch, my front teeth!”
Outside the lord’s castle, the cheerful “exorcism” symphony rang out once again.
…
Meanwhile, inside the exclusive guest room of the windmill inn.
Otto and Philin were sitting opposite each other, with a large plate of freshly served roast meat placed on the wooden table in front of them.
The meat was roasted to a golden brown, sizzling with oil, and its appearance looked pretty good.
Philin had been starving for a long time.
He used a small knife to cut off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with great relish.
In this day and age, being able to eat meat itself was a kind of enjoyment.
Otto also cut a small piece and put it into his mouth.
The next second, his eyebrows knitted into a ball.
Not to mention that this meat was dry and stringy, because it hadn’t been castrated, it carried a strong pungent gamey odor.
The most crucial part was that the only seasoning was those few grains of coarse salt that hadn’t completely dissolved, crunching in his mouth with a noticeable bitter taste.
This was simply a desecration of food.
Otto forced the meat down and complained inwardly.
He looked at Philin, who was eating with oil all over his mouth, and shook his head.
Calmly and composedly, Otto reached his hand into his coat pocket, and with a thought, retrieved the bag of fine salt from the system space.
Philin was cutting the meat, and when he looked up and saw Otto holding a strange cloth bag in his hand, he asked with some puzzlement: “Otto, what are you holding in your hand?”
Otto deliberately put on an unfathomable look and slightly shook his head.
“Oh, it’s nothing, just a kind of mysterious spice from my hometown.”
As he spoke, Otto pinched a small pinch of snow-white fine salt and sprinkled it evenly over the plate of roast meat in front of himself and Philin.
These salt grains were fine and uniform, without a trace of impurities.
Falling onto the roast meat, they quickly melted into the fat.
After finishing the sprinkling, Otto put the salt bag back into his pocket and smoothly sent it back to the system space.
“Come on, have a taste.” Otto made a gesture of invitation.
Philin cut a piece of roast meat stained with fine salt with some curiosity and put it into his mouth.
The first bite of chewing.
Philin’s entire body suddenly froze.
Holy crap?!
How did this meat…
how did it become so delicious!
The original rough bitterness completely disappeared, replaced by a pure savory freshness!
That flavor was like dancing on the tip of the tongue, perfectly bringing out the meat’s inherent aroma, and even suppressing a large part of that gamey odor.
Philin stared dumbfounded at the meat on the plate, then looked at the calm-faced Otto.
He had lived for so many years, traveling far and wide and eating many delicacies at lords’ family banquets, but he had never tasted such a pure, high-class flavor!
Could that snow-white powder be a seasoning from King Arthur’s dining table?!
What shocked Philin even more was that such a precious and rare mysterious spice was directly shared by Otto with him, a merchant, without even blinking an eye!
His eye sockets warmed up for a moment, and Philin felt that his soul had been impacted once again.
Alas!
As expected of my best friend, Otto!
Otto is simply too generous and great!
Looking at Philin’s exaggerated expression of being moved to the point of almost shedding tears, Otto didn’t feel very proud.
He just silently cut a piece of meat and put it into his own mouth.
Mm, with fine salt for seasoning, this inferior roast meat could finally be barely swallowed down.