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"I suppose only Lord Mordred would think that way," Lanmarok sighed.

"Shirou, you are the Master. Should we fight or not? Tell me your opinion!" Mordred turned around and stared directly at the boy, asking.

“Now that we’re here, we should give it a try! If it doesn’t work, we’ll retreat. He can’t escape from here anyway,” Shirou said.

"Oh! That's more like my Master!" Mordred smiled and nudged the boy's chest with her fist.

At this moment, Perinoa laughed in a sarcastic tone, half mocking and half encouraging, and said, "You are truly brave warriors. In that case, I will not be stingy and will provide each of you with two horses and equipment."

"Who wants your cowardly stuff!" Mordred said irritably.

Shirou stopped Mordred and stepped forward, saying, "King Perinoa, thank you for your kindness. Please take me to your food storage area."

“A food depot? Of course, that’s certainly possible. You’ve certainly made a strange request. I thought you’d want weapons from our armory,” King Perinoa said.

"What? Shirou, are you hungry?" Mordred asked.

"Anyway, there's still a long time before the battle. I want to calm down by doing housework, organize my thoughts, and think of a strategy. Besides, having a good meal before the big battle is a good thing, isn't it? Mo, do you want some? It'll be delicious." Shirou asked the girl.

“I want to eat! I’m not a father who doesn’t know how to enjoy life. If there’s good food, of course I’ll eat it!” Mordred happily agreed.

Perinoa led the two to a warehouse, pushed open the door, and boasted:

"Look! This is the food depot in my camp. Every day, a team is sent out specifically to hunt and gather. Under my wise guidance, this is now the richest place in the world. Don't be shy, take whatever you like. There's no need to say anything. Just marvel at King Perinoa's generosity in your heart, and that will be the greatest praise you can give me."

"It's so noisy! This tiny warehouse isn't even enough for us Knights of the Round Table to eat for a day," Mordred said, looking at the annoying old man.

"That ungrateful brat..." Perinoa gritted his teeth in annoyance and decided to wait at the door instead of going in.

Following behind the boy, Mordred asked curiously, "Shirou, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

“Yes, there is quite a lot of meat here.” Shirou looked around.

Although the food warehouse wasn't large, it certainly had no shortage of meat. Hanging on top were the carcasses of animals of varying sizes: wolves, bears, cattle, horses, and wild boars, mostly hunted by the soldiers here. The horses were wounded or discarded. On the other side, wooden crates held various fruits and wild crops.

Shirou first went there and found potatoes, carrots, onions, garlic, and ginger. Finally, he took a bunch of vegetables that were somewhere between cabbage and lettuce, along with some cilantro. Resources here were really scarce; there were no spices at all, but he didn't expect there to be no scallions either. It seems that these fifth-century natives still lacked the ability to identify ingredients and could only make do with what they had.

Shirou projected a basket of usable ingredients and put them in. Then he looked at the meat hanging inside and finally locked onto a doe that had been shot with an arrow, tied to the ground, and had not yet been slaughtered. He walked over to it.

Shirou stepped forward, projected a piece of cloth, knocked the doe unconscious, wrapped it in the cloth, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and said to King Perinoa, who was waiting at the door, "These are all we need. Just leave us a horse for transportation. After dinner, we will leave on our own."

“Sure, sure, but can your little brat even finish eating a deer?” King Perinoa asked.

"Hmph, I'll eat all of Shirou's food, I won't share it with you cowards!" Mordred glared at Perinoa like a cat guarding its food, warning her.

Perinoa said, "What nonsense are you talking about? As the king of this place, I am the richest man here. What kind of wild game haven't I eaten? I don't care about the stuff made by you little devils."

"King Perinoa, may I find an open space outside to cook?" Shirou asked.

"Of course, you can be wherever you want, as long as you don't interfere with the work of the people here," King Perinoa said casually, waving his hand.

“Farewell then, King Perinoa, thank you for your generosity,” Shirou said with a smile, then carried the deer toward the stream outside the camp.

First, several large buckets were projected, and enough water was drawn from the other side of the stream.

Then they hung the deer up, cut its arteries, and began to bleed it. The blood that came out filled a basin, and they didn't stop until it was completely drained.

"Shirou, why make life so complicated? Wouldn't it be better to just take a whole butchered beef?" Mordred asked, puzzled.

"The key to good venison is to drain all the blood when it's killed to avoid a fishy smell. That's how you make it taste good after processing it," Shirou explained.

"Is that so? When I was on campaign, we were always short of food. We would roast any non-poisonous magical beasts or monsters from head to toe, sprinkle them with salt, and then eat them all," Mordred said, not quite understanding.

Chapter 145 Using a Noble Phantasm to Cook a Meal

Shirou could understand what Mo said. In the fifth century, resources would have been even scarcer than in this world. At least there were fewer people here, and there were potatoes.

Before the four major crops—wheat, rice, corn, and potatoes—spread throughout the world, except for a few fertile lands like the Land of Abundance and the Land of Fish and Rice, where seafood and mountain products were inexhaustible, food was scarce everywhere. During famines, being able to eat two meals a day and keep one's stomach from growling was considered quite good.

Therefore, people often cherish rare ingredients and try every means to eat everything inside an animal, such as pig intestines, offal, chicken gizzards, and duck blood, which originated from this practice. In modern times, with the addition of various spices, these ingredients have been transformed into a variety of delicious dishes.

However, in the beginning, these foods lacked ingredients to remove the fishy and gamey smells, so they didn't taste very good. At that time, the native Britons probably had no idea where 'the brightest jewel in the crown' was, and naturally had no way of obtaining spices.

Of course, the way food is prepared in this place is also very simple and monotonous, and this has not changed even in modern times.

In the fifth century, Britain, as an island separated from Eurasia by a sea, did not yet have the technology to catch, preserve, and transport large quantities of fish. Inland areas could only survive by hunting and growing rye and wheat.

'This child doesn't seem to have eaten much delicious food; I feel a little sorry for him...'

Shirou now has another reason to cook properly, which is fine! Let's bring out our strongest cooking skills after all this time!

"Once the blood is drained, the process will be quick. Xiao Mo, just wait a little longer, and I can make some simple snacks to satisfy your cravings," the boy said to the girl with a smile.

"Oh! Shirou, it's fine if you're not in a hurry. I just need enough." Xiao Mo replied casually.

After completing the preparations, Shirou, with Mordred's help, carried buckets of clean water and the bloodied deer back to the military camp, deciding to settle them at the air intake of the white tent where Perinoa was stationed.

First, he took two dry wooden stakes from the kitchen and lined them up in a row. Shirou then projected a giant axe, his eyes wide with fury! Secret Sword - Shoot a Hundred Heads! Nine flashes of axe light, and in an instant, a pile of firewood was neatly stacked together.

Shirou first projected five separate large stoves together, lit firewood, and put in a bucket of water to boil. During this time, he gradually projected all the necessary kitchen utensils and stoves.

Shirou projected the Ganjiang and Moye kitchenware series, which included a complete set of specialized butcher knives, cleavers, and boning knives, as well as an almost all-purpose Chinese cleaver, and began to process the deer placed on the counter.

Black and white knives moved across the deer's body, the knife flashing. In terms of culinary skills, the young man's knife skills, while not quite up to par with the legendary master butcher, were not far off.

A few minutes later, the whole deer was skinned and dismembered, from intestines and internal organs to thighs, back, chest, head, and lean and fatty meat, all separated and placed on a special table. After being cleaned, some parts were prepared for marinating, while the rest were ready to be cooked immediately.

On the small table next to the stove, there are pots and pans in red and black with a yin-yang symbol projected on them.

Of course, the patterns on them were just for fun and nothing special. These were just ordinary tableware. For example, the pot in his hand could only be used to block bullets, besides cooking.

First, peel a few potatoes, put them in a container, pour in some water, and then project a self-made, constantly rotating, red, strange sword. Although it cannot break through boundaries, it can easily crush the potatoes and cut them into a sticky powder to make ready-made potato starch.

On the other side of the camp, the soldiers and farmers stared blankly at this side, looking completely bewildered. As local natives, they simply couldn't believe that cooking a meal would be such a complicated and meticulous process.

"Mom, look! There's someone cooking with a magical artifact!"

Ignoring the stares, when he saw the firewood burning brightly under the stove, Shirou set up a large Chinese pot on the first stove, put the fattest piece of venison into the pot, and fried it to extract the venison fat.

Then cut the lean meat into thin slices, take out a portion, drizzle some oil over it, add cornstarch, mix with cilantro, garlic cloves, ginger shreds, and sprinkle with salt to marinate. The only pity is that there is no soy sauce, which can only be made up for by cooking skills in other aspects.

Shirou continued preparing the other ingredients.

On the third and fourth stoves, an iron pot was placed on one side and a clay pot on the other.

Pour boiling water into an iron pot to make bone broth, preparing to make venison hot pot. The liver of a freshly killed deer is also a rare delicacy.

The clay pot is filled with stir-fried, fatty and lean venison, mixed with ginger slices, garlic, and wild mushrooms, and simmered for a long time, eventually becoming tender and fragrant stewed venison.

"Shirou, can we eat now?" Mo asked, her mouth watering at the aroma.

"Wait a minute~!" Shirou picked up the Ganjiang non-stick pan, poured in some venison fat, added minced onions and garlic to sauté until fragrant, then poured in the previously marinated lean meat, stir-fried it briefly, and put it on a plate. The plate of dry-fried venison was now complete.

"Try this first." Shirou handed over the prepared dish, along with a knife and fork.

Xiao Mo took the plate and started eating without any hesitation. The moment her mouth touched the meat, her eyes widened and lit up. She kept putting pieces of meat into her mouth and exclaimed, "Delicious! What is this! It's so delicious!"

"Eat the vegetables too," Shirou said with a smile, then poured the fried venison into a bucket for later use, and took out venison ribs to make a French-style baked venison rib dish.

The last stove was a steamer. The upper layer contained venison meatballs made by mixing minced venison with bird eggs and seasonings, while the lower layer contained mashed potatoes as the staple food. Since there was no white rice, they had to make do with this.

Fortunately, the diners this time didn't seem particularly picky about these things.

"Good! Good! Shirou is so delicious!" Mo exclaimed, her cheeks puffed out. From the moment she took the first bite, her mouth never stopped moving.

"Whether you want to talk or eat, choose one. Here, this is a venison hot pot." Shirou handed over a bowl full of venison rolls and offal stew.

"..." Xiao Mo took the bowl and continued to eat heartily, remaining silent for a long time. He just squinted his eyes, revealing an expression of enjoyment, his face glistening with oil as he ate.

"You chose to eat over there..." Shirou smiled helplessly, but seeing the girl's bright, childlike smile full of happiness, he, as the chef, was also very happy.

Now that the stir-fries and hot pot were almost done, Shirou projected several thin black sword hilts between his fingers. With the help of magic, long, thin blades automatically grew out of them. He then inserted the sliced ​​venison and vegetables into them one by one, and started a campfire on the other side to eat skewers.

"Oh, thank you, Shirou! It's delicious! So delicious! I never knew deer were such amazing creatures!" Xiao Mo ate with great relish, tears welling up in her eyes.

They ate and cooked at the same time, and after more than an hour, all the dishes were ready. The boy picked up the prepared pots and pans and served them with various venison dishes.

The venison stew, cooked in a clay pot over a long period of time, was the epitome of aroma. When the boy lifted the lid of the clay pot, the fragrance inside erupted like a volcanic eruption, its rich and sweet aroma instantly spreading throughout the entire military camp, especially towards the white tent directly opposite.

"Gu..."

"Cuckoo..."

Smelling the rich aroma, King Perinoa and Lanmarok, who had emerged from their tents, glanced awkwardly at Shirou and Mordred before returning inside. Unfortunately, even with the door covered, the alluring fragrance remained.

“Let’s eat,” Perinoa said, swallowing hard.

“Yes, Father,” Lanmarok replied, still seated.

However, when the servants brought dinner from the kitchen, the two of them looked at the roast meat, dried cod, and corn soup laid out on the table, but had no appetite at all.

"Hahaha, Shirou, I love you just the way you are!" Xiao Mo chuckled as she ate a skewer of meat and some lettuce, glancing towards the tent. If she had a fan, she really wanted to fan the two guys inside a bit more, so they could enjoy the breeze.

Shirou meticulously prepared a whole deer feast, which, due to the lack of ingredients, leaned more towards showcasing the original aroma of the meat. He put a lot of effort into the fragrance, working for two hours straight, all for this moment.

He didn't say anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't angry. So he came up with this plan to play a little trick on the guy who beat Artoria with such underhanded methods.

Inside the clay pot, the rich, fragrant meat juices swayed gently with the heat, occasionally bubbling up. They were infused with the aroma of wild ginger, wild garlic, wild mushrooms, and other mountain delicacies. Because the meat was bled in time to remove the gamey smell, and the venison was mostly lean, it wasn't overly greasy. It was tender and smooth, and could be swallowed without much chewing, without being greasy at all.

"Here you go!" Shirou scooped a bowl full and handed it to the girl who had been waiting impatiently.

"Oh! Shirou, you can be my Master for life, okay? Hehe!" Little Mordred eagerly took the bowl, blew on it, and then started eating like crazy with a spoon.

The aroma, rising from the tent, carried on the wind to the white camp, drawing in the knights who stared intently at it. King Perinoa, who repeatedly peeked out from his tent only to retreat back inside, listlessly chewed on the roasted meat sent from the kitchen, feeling only grow hungrier with each bite.

When Shirou finished cooking with all his might, everyone in the military camp was dumbfounded. They wondered if they had been under some kind of magic or illusion. Otherwise, why would there be such a fragrant aroma of meat in the world? Could this be the food eaten by the gods in heaven?

The knights, whose stomachs were rumbling with hunger, were eager to come forward and strike up a conversation, but they were all glared at by Mo, who was protective of her food.

"What should we do? No wonder he is a member of the Knights of the Round Table, just like our Prince Lanmarok. His aura is terrifying."

"I feel like if I go up there, I'll be killed in one round."

"but……"

"...Even if it means death, I still want to try that magical cuisine." The knights thought to themselves in unison.

"Well, I'm also a little annoyed with that King Perinoa, so this is just a small way of expressing my dissatisfaction." Shirou put the baked venison steak into a bowl and handed it to the girl.

"Serves them right! Let them be envious!" Xiao Mo took the basin, used a knife and fork to pick up a piece of stewed meat from the pot, then picked up a grilled meat skewer, put it in his mouth and took big bites, laughing heartily.

"Cough cough..." She was eating and laughing at the same time, but because she was eating too fast, the girl choked and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Eat slowly." Shirou quickly handed the girl a bowl of meat soup.

"Thank you..." Xiao Mo drank the broth, patted his chest, swallowed the meat that was stuck in his throat, and finally felt better.

"I always feel that if Shirou had been there when we set out on the expedition, we would have all starved to death and the entire army would have been wiped out before we even reached our destination," Xiao Mo said with a bright smile.

"Is this a compliment?" Shirou retorted, picking up a skewer and taking a bite. Choosing a live deer, slaughtering it himself and eating it immediately, was definitely the right decision. It would be even more perfect if it were served with some freshly picked vegetables.

The wild deer in their natural habitat in ancient times were truly wonderful. If you were in Chiba, you could only buy frozen meat. Even though deer are overpopulated in Hokkaido, few people can enjoy them because of the inconvenience of transportation.

"Are you full?" Shirou then projected a towel, soaked it in hot water, and handed it over.

"I'm satisfied! Shirou's food is super delicious!" Xiao Mo took the hot towel, cleaned her mouth and hands, and replied with a smile.

Shirou and Mori put out the firewood, then distributed the bones to the hunting dogs in the camp. The dogs, who had already smelled the aroma, lowered their heads and began to chew.

The bones, coated in oil and infused with flavor, seemed to be a hit with the hunting dogs, who wagged their tails and panted, bidding them farewell.

After watching the boy and girl leave, the hunting dogs turned back to look at the pots and pans. Bones were delicious, but wouldn't it be better to eat them with the meat? The dogs strode lightly towards them.

"Lord Mordred! Those..." The knights who had been watching but hadn't dared to step forward could no longer contain themselves and asked directly.

"Ah, I've had enough. Do whatever you want, okay, Shirou?" Mo waved her hand dismissively, but then turned to look at the boy and asked.

"Please help yourself," Shirou replied. He had already prepared all the extra ingredients. However, Mordred didn't like being disturbed, so he hadn't invited the knights to eat.

"Oh...oh." The knights were stunned by the fact that the other party agreed so readily.

"Then let's leave," Shirou said to the girl in front of him.

"Oh!" Mo clapped his hands in satisfaction after eating and drinking his fill, and followed Shirou toward the horse farm.

Shirou left the kitchen utensils here; they're just projections anyway, and will disappear after a while. The remaining ingredients can be enjoyed by whoever needs them.

Seeing that there were still several pounds of meat left in the pot and basin, the knights exchanged glances and rushed forward at the same time. They chased away the hunting dogs, and relying on their tall and strong bodies, they pushed past the other side and began to fight over the meat.

Chapter 146 The Queen of Maids Makes Her Debut

Venison is tender, sweet, and lean with little fat. It is warming and nourishing, and suitable for people with a cold constitution. It also has aphrodisiac effects, and ancient emperors had the habit of drinking deer blood every year to replenish their bodies.

Although Shirou and Mordred had already devoured the most delicious cuts, such as the tenderloin and thigh, the remaining meat was still incredibly tasty, making the knights drool. The battle for the venison was fierce.