People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

"If you don't speak, no one here will think you're dumb."

There is no doubt that this is another conversation between Fremont and the Shapeshifter. No one knows what the reason is, but it seems that the Shapeshifter and Fremont are born incompatible. When they were enemies, they could talk trash to each other and no one else would think anything of it.

But after becoming companions, everyone discovered that the frequency of trash talk between these two old guys increased greatly because they were together day and night. They would always start bickering over trivial matters. Sometimes it was Fremont who started the quarrel, and sometimes it was Teacher Dabian who started the quarrel. Day after day they were like two old children.

"Alright, you two, Miss Elki has just joined. You two seniors of the royal court should not embarrass yourself in front of the younger generation, okay?"

Fortunately, Ermengarde was there. Flemont and the shapeshifter looked at each other, snorted coldly, and turned their heads away.

In the past, Ermengarde wouldn't dare interrupt Frémont when he was angry. If she failed to mediate and ended up getting stuck in the mud, that wouldn't be fun. But now it was different. Ermengarde, who had become Frémont's last student, seemed to have been granted some privileges by Frémont in certain ways. Moreover, the relationship between Frémont and Ermengarde no longer seemed like a simple teacher-student relationship, but more like...

"As expected, they are just like father and daughter."

The little rabbit smiled with relief as he watched Ermengarde complaining about why Frémont was always arguing with the shapeshifters.

"Okay everyone, it's time to eat now. Just tell me what you want to eat."

“Fried three things and rice!”

"Give me a sausage platter with mustard and sauerkraut, and potato salad and farmer's bread and butter for main."

"I don't ask for much, just a crispy pork elbow and pickles. Of course, a cheese bread slice would be even better."

Elki looked at the people who started to order food with some surprise. They were clearly in the wilderness here, and they had just moved into this futuristic-looking tent apartment. Why did the dishes they ordered not look like something that could be found in the wild?

Could it be that this tent apartment has a large kitchen with a full range of food supplies? I don't see it.

"Hey, Miss Elki, don't be surprised. You'll soon know why. But before that, let's order first. What would you like to eat?"

Holding the menu, Amiya looked at the somewhat dazed Elki with a chuckle.

"Uh, oh, as for me... I'll just have a bowl of beast soup and smoked beast meat, and if possible, a bowl of SaMi yogurt and a bread basket."

"Okay... one... um? A bread basket?"

Chapter 370 King, I’m Here to Kill You

"amazing."

The mist rising from the broth in front of him made Elki feel familiar, and the potatoes, carrots, onions and other vegetables turned over in it made the Cyclops suddenly feel as if he was back home.

It has been nearly two months since I last had such authentic Sami soup.

In addition to this bowl of broth, there is also a plate of smoked meat next to it. It seems that considering her appetite, Amiya prepared a large amount of meat for her, and there is also pea puree and cream sauce on the side, which is indeed Sami flavor.

There's also SaMi yogurt with fresh berries floating in it.

If he hadn't clearly walked across the ground with his own feet and knew that he was in Leithania, Elki would even have suspected that he had returned to Sami at some point.

"Isn't it amazing? This is the power of ultra-modern science. Although it seems more magical than Originium techniques, according to the Doctor, it is indeed real science."

science……

Sami is not a backward and barbaric land. Scientific Sami is also quite popular, but its level of development is not as advanced as Ursus or Casimir.

Originium science has provided the Sami people with quite convenient conditions in their daily lives, but it is difficult to escape the shadow of Originium in these scientific methods. In other words, in this land, the development of any discipline cannot avoid Originium. But in this magical apartment, Elki did not feel any trace of the existence of Originium.

The Sarkaz were extremely sensitive to Originium. For ordinary Terrans, the concentration of Originium in the air might be so high that it would make their skin itch.

But here, Elki could not feel the existence of Originium.

Is it technology that's independent of Originium? Or is it just that the energy supply device is in a completely undetectable location?

But... Amiya only took out an apartment like this at that time, and didn't see any energy channels deployed?

Seeing that Elki was lost in thought, Ermengarde, who was sitting next to her, immediately waved her hand in front of her eyes, breaking her thoughts.

"Don't think about it. This apartment doesn't use any technology related to Originium. I can guarantee this to you. My teacher and I confirmed this on the first day I arrived.

This technology is completely detached from modern Originium technology and Originium craftsmanship. Sounds incredible, right? "

Elki nodded. There were things that were quite beyond common sense even in Sami, a country that was considered backward and barbaric by the public, but they did exist in this small apartment in front of him.

"Gululu~"

Still wanted to continue exploring this issue, but Elqi's stomach obviously protested to the Brain Senate against this decision.

"Alright, alright, let's eat first. Even though my teacher, Dabian, and I have been studying this apartment for several days, we still haven't figured out what kind of technology is inside. Compared to that, eating is more important. You are very hungry, aren't you?"

Having said this, Ermengarde still somewhat unskillfully picked up a piece of feather oil with the chopsticks in her hand, placed it on the rice, and then put it into her mouth.

The feather oil, which has solidified into translucent amber, bursts out with a hot fat aroma when lightly pressed by the tip of the teeth, and mixed with cumin grains, explodes a salty and fresh storm on the tip of the tongue.

Paired with a mouthful of pearl rice, the sweetness of the translucent rice grains is like the gentle redemption brought by the black soil. The hot rice aroma wraps around the greasiness of the fried food. The rice aroma and the meaty smell entangle and blend in the mouth. In a trance, I actually tasted a bit of the chivalrous spirit of Dayan's Jianghu Yeyu.

This feeling made Ermengarde unable to stop. She picked up the chopsticks and picked up the animal waist, which was as thin as a copper coin. The high temperature boiling oil and rapid fire locked the tenderness. When she bit it, the burnt shell on the outside crackled, but the texture inside was still elastic and smooth like a living thing; the sand liver was a hunter with hidden surprises. The rough grains gradually melted as she chewed, exuding a wild sweetness mixed with blood.

Combined with the sweet and fatty aroma of the feather oil, the three flavors are each unique, but they are refined in the boiling oil to create a layered feeling of a symphony orchestra - the crispy, glutinous and tough textures take turns to attack the lips and teeth, and the rough salty fragrance is as refreshing as the north wind on the black soil plain of Dayan.

The bold fried food is the light of a sword that takes revenge, and the aroma of the plain white rice is the sigh when the sword is sheathed.

While Ermengarde was immersed in the feeling brought by the meal, the other people at the table looked at her helplessly with the same expression as expected.

"Miss Elki, please eat too and see if the food here suits your taste."

Amiya smiled and looked at Elki, who nodded and looked at the delicious food in front of him. When she slowly scooped a spoonful of broth into her mouth, her eyes widened instantly.

The rich broth is steaming with the chill from the Yinfei Ice Field. The amber soup base is filled with tender animal ribs and sweet carrots. The meat fat has been tamed into silk through long stewing, and when it passes through the throat, it satisfies the bitter and sweet taste of Taiyuan grass.

Just a spoonful of soup made Elki feel as if he had returned to the ancient tribe, as if he had returned to the endless snowfield. In the tundra covered with ice and snow, the Cyclops warriors returned to the tribal village with abundant prey. The tribesmen sat around the campfire, using feasts and fine wine to wash away the depression and fatigue of fighting against evil spirits.

Elqi said nothing, but slowly put the smoked meat into his mouth.

The smoked meat, with its birch-smoked aroma, evades the taste buds, and its texture is as distinct as the cracks in a glacier - the surface is as crispy as the basalt on the black sand beach, and the inside is as tender as the snowfield under the aurora. The salty, fresh and smoky flavors create a Sami storm on the tip of the tongue.

What surprised Elki was far more than that. The rye bread in the bread basket was as rough as volcanic rock, and the undercurrent of caramel and malt overflowed when chewing. Dipping a spoonful of SaMi yogurt, the sourness of the curd was like lava piercing the earth's crust, wrapped in the sweetness of bursting blueberries, just like the coldness and tenderness of the polar cold.

A mouthful of thick soup, a slice of bacon, a spoonful of yogurt, these cold-zone ingredients reconstruct the Sami mountains and beliefs between lips and teeth: salty, fiery, pure, a boiling poem of survival under the eternal night of winter.

Although Elqi didn't say whether the food suited her taste, everyone knew that it must be a delicious delicacy that touched her heart as they saw her mouth and hands unable to stop moving.

After the meal was over, Elki looked at the plate with only leftovers left after it was eaten up in a flash, and wiped his mouth embarrassedly.

"It seems that Miss Elki is very satisfied with the meal."

Amiya smiled at Elki who looked a little embarrassed. Although the situation at the table was indeed a little messy after the meal was swept away, Elki still maintained her female modesty throughout the whole process. She looked very elegant but her eating efficiency was extremely fast.

“Indeed, I never thought I could eat such authentic Sami food outside of Sami.”

When Elki said this, he looked around with a little surprise.

"But I don't seem to see any place resembling a kitchen. And the food was served very quickly after Miss Amiya sent in the menu. Isn't the chef here too efficient?"

Although he was aware of the magic of this place, the long-rooted idea still made Elki believe that there was a chef cooking in the kitchen of this magical apartment.

When Amiya and the others heard Elchi's words, they all laughed out loud. However, there was no mockery in their laughter. Instead, it was as if they saw their past selves, especially Ermengarde.

"We asked the same question at the beginning. Actually, these foods are not made by chefs."

"It wasn't made by the chef? That was..."

Amiya said as she walked to the machine and pointed at the scanning port where the paper could be inserted.

"This is the tent apartment's electronic central control terminal. It not only controls the electricity and other facilities throughout the tent apartment, but also serves as the ordering counter. You need to organize your desired food into a menu and then insert it into this scanning port. The central control terminal, which has a complete list of dishes on Terra, will then use microorganisms to synthesize the food according to the menu."

Microbial synthesis?

After briefly explaining to Elki what microorganisms were, Miss Cyclops immediately looked at the apartment in surprise.

If it is really as Miss Amiya said, then the importance of this apartment will become completely different.

If this technology that can use microorganisms to synthesize food is further developed, can it directly solve the food problem on this earth?

This thought lingered in Elchi's mind, and looking at his expression, Amiya could understand what he was thinking, but the twists and turns involved could never be solved by a low-cost food-making machine.

But there is no need for them to shatter the dreams of those who have ideals.

"Now that everyone has finished eating, I'll put away all these plates and other things."

After getting everyone's consent, Amiya clapped her hands lightly, and holes immediately appeared under everyone's plates on the originally smooth table. The plates and chopsticks fell directly into the holes without making any sound. Then the holes gradually shrank, and accompanied by a flash of bright silver light, some of the oil stains on the table disappeared, and it turned back to the smooth and tidy table before.

"It's really convenient. If these things can be popularized in every household in the future, then this land will become a beautiful place."

Ermengarde looked at the magical little table in front of her with a little emotion.

Yes, if this kind of magical thing can enter every household and ordinary people can afford it, then my land will not necessarily become very beautiful, but at least it will be much better than it is now.

"Isn't that what we're working towards? Well, let's not discuss such heavy topics after dinner. Miss Elki, we told you on the way out of the village that we're heading all the way to Lateran and will eventually rendezvous with Rhodes Island's main ship there."

After hearing what Amiya said, Elki nodded. Amiya and the others had indeed explained these things to them when they left the village.

At that time, she said she didn't care. She even said that if Lateran could really let them enter the city, she also wanted to see what the city called the Holy City looked like.

However, it is easy to imagine that this must be a very difficult and conflict-prone process. After all, there is a thousand-year-long hatred between Sakota and Sarkaz.

"Because we'll all rest later and then set off around two o'clock. Since we have more people this time, we won't use the transportation shoes. I remember the Doctor also prepared a portable vehicle in his bag for us. We'll use that."

Another new prop.

When Ermengarde heard Amiya say this, she couldn't help but feel envious. The Doctor was really good to Amiya. He gave her so many novel and interesting props without any hesitation. Look at her own teacher.

Thinking of this, Ermengarde couldn't help but look at his teacher with some regret.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of an ancient saying from Dayan."

"what?"

"……nothing."

It’s better not to say anything, otherwise this old man might add some academic assignments or something like that, so please spare her.

This time, Miss Lich's lich induction took effect earlier than expected, allowing her to avoid the pain of being poisoned by the thesis again.

However, even though he said so, just by seeing Miss Lich's look, the old Lich knew that this little girl definitely had no good intentions, so he decided to give her two more tasks.

There was no doubt that the chill that came up from my back at this moment must have come from the teacher.

"The departure time has been decided, so there shouldn't be anything else to do now, right? If not, I'll go back to my room and rest."

The shapeshifter glanced at the others and, after making sure nothing else would happen, stood up and walked towards the room that had been assigned to him.

"Well, then, if you don't have anything else to do, go and rest. We'll gather at the door around two o'clock and continue our journey towards Lateran."

Amiya looked at the shapeshifter and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was okay to talk about it on the way, so he swallowed the words back.

In the end, just as they had been divided before, Amiya and Rosemary went into one room, Lin Guang and Shining went into another room, and Ermengarde and Flemont also returned to their respective rooms.

"Amiya, what did you want to ask Mr. Shapeshifter just now? If you don't ask, is it okay?"

Back in the room, Rosemary looked at Amiya who was standing in front of the window.

The kitten also saw the latter's actions just now. She thought that in the current situation, if there were any doubts, it would be best to express them as soon as possible, but Amiya didn't seem to think so.

"It's okay, Rosemary. Let's all rest first. We can still ask in the car when we leave."

Amiya's blue eyes reflected the outside.

Dajjal...

Mumbling the name in her mind, Amiya looked out the window.

The scorching sun turned the wilderness into a pale bronze mirror. The folds of Dagar's linen robe were filled with sand brought by the wind as he walked in the wilderness facing the sun.

It would not be surprising if it was just a man in a linen robe walking in the wilderness, but behind Dagar was a group of soldiers in suits and ties, military uniforms, and even armor, who were staggering behind him like zombies.

A banker in a tailored suit walked at the front, his scaly hide shoes crackling dryly over gravel. His gold-rimmed glasses were fogged with gray, his pupils dilated into dark dots behind the lenses. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his neck, but vanished into thin air the moment they slipped off his collar. His three-piece suit glowed an unnatural indigo in the blazing sun, as if someone had cut out the entire night sky and wrapped it around him.

The sergeants' uniform medals jingled, but it was as if the mute button was pressed.

There are also those ordinary people with pale faces and miserable and sad expressions.

The only thing they had in common was that they all lowered their heads, as if atonement, their faces pale.

Even more bizarre were their shadows—all of them extended in the opposite direction of the sun, like a group of black vines growing in the opposite direction, connecting Dagar's tall but slightly skinny body.

Dajjar stopped, suddenly halting, his hand covering his forehead, his bulging right eye turned toward the sky. In his eyes, a coin-sized black spot seemed to appear in the center of the blazing sun, beating like a heart, which made him laugh suddenly.

As he moved, his followers all raised their left hands to shield their foreheads, the movement as precise as a robotic arm on an assembly line. When the Dajjal looked up, they looked up, and when the Dajjal continued to advance, they also continued to advance, like puppets on strings.

A girl in a Lolita dress walked at the end of the group. Her lace parasol had long been curled by the sun, but her stiff arms still maintained the standard angle of the parasol. When the heat wave lifted her sun hat, her pretty face was exposed to the sun, revealing a dead and empty look in her eyes.

Deep within the pupils, there were densely packed dark red marks. Those marks looked neither like cosmetic contact lenses nor like bloodshot eyeballs. Instead, they looked like several pairs of twisted horns wrestling with each other, which was extremely strange.

This is true for everyone.

The black rabbit-head-shaped Originium in his hand was trembling slightly, as if it was actually guiding Dagar where to go.