Update time: 2009-6-2616:48:49 Word count: 3731

Lily's mother is a standard traditional Sardinian woman with dark skin, beautiful facial features, short stature, and a little obese. She doesn't want anything except her home and husband. Her life is simple and dull, but she obviously enjoys it.

"Oh," she said, "It's awful, isn't the old man here?"

The lich nodded and helped her bring today's breakfast into the kitchen.

"Then you can have a double breakfast today." The woman got rid of her depression in a blink of an eye and became happy again: "By the way, help me put the radish in the kitchen, and when the old man comes back, tell him to divide the radish into sections and I will pickle him with his favorite vinegar radish slices."

It is a very considerable plant - rhizomes. Each one is the size of a human child about two years old. It has sparse purple-red zigzag-shaped leaves at the top. The middle part of the white fat is spindle-shaped, slightly concave and convex, and smooth to the touch. The middle and lower ends are covered with tiny fibrous roots. When you get close, you can smell a spicy smell and have a strong sense of penetration.

"I said," Lily's mother looked at the young man who was carefully admiring a carrot with serious hands in the kitchen filled with warm sunshine: "Is there anything wrong with the carrot?"

"Oh, no." The Lich put it down and let it pile with four other similar ones. The instructor once told him that there are often unspeakable and wonderful connections between different planes. It is completely normal for things of the same appearance to have different traits. He deeply agrees, but this plant that is extremely similar to the white mandela grass still makes the Lich feel a little dangerous: "I think I can try...cut them."

This kind of radish is a food that is as popular as bread in Sardinia. It is best to pickle it with salt or vinegar as a side dish for breakfast. It is fresh and tender, and no one doesn't like it.

Because it is necessary to taste as soon as possible to keep the radish moisture and crispy, of course, the thinner the cut, the better. But the problem is here. Sardinian housewives who are good at housework are all small and exquisite. Although they have enough strength and agility, they do not have such big hands and long enough arms to accurately cut the rolling radish while holding down the rolling radish... So sometimes men will help with segments, but they are not agile enough and cannot control their own strength. The exploded parts are much more than the complete pieces, so the housewives buy a lot, and they prepare the exploded parts for juice - fortunately, this kind of radish is not expensive at all.

Lily's mother watched the young man choose a long and thin knife. Oh, the wrong choice, she said in her heart that this kind of knife is usually used to cut bread or cheese, and to cut this kind of radish. It either gets stuck inside and can't be taken out, or it is peeled off a layer of slippery skin and then flew out.

The knife flashed with silver-white light, very beautiful, the handle was almost as wide as the blade. The Lich slightly opened his left hand, and his five fingers pressed the middle part of the carrot with his fingertips. The blade gently fell on the edge of the upper end. He moved back and forth a few times, feeling the object being applied to the blade, and the blade was transmitted to the blade body, the blade body was transmitted to the hilt, and finally ended the slight pressure at the right hand tiger's mouth. Then - the Lich said to this brand new body - let's start.

A very small, crisp cracking sound appeared in the quiet kitchen. Lily's mother opened her eyes wide, and she sat at the dining table, while the young man turned his back to her, and she could only see his arms swinging slightly. As the sound gradually became dense and fast, the knife holder began to move towards the end of the radish, and pieces of radish as thin as paper were pouring neatly on one end of the huge cutting board.

In the blink of an eye, after finishing a radish, I put all the slices together, and it was still a complete radish, without wasting any of them.

What made the Lich even more thankful was that it did not scream like the white mandra. Although he already knew that the food on this plane would not fight on the plate like the stir-fry of Baz and Tanari magic meat slices that he had tasted, he had not yet touched the real raw material - the Lich began to deal with the second radish. Perhaps the low-demon plane really had the benefits of the low-demon plane, he thought.

The new body of the outsider cooperated happily with him. Obviously it was not as weak as its original owner thought. After truly mastering the best position, angle, posture, and time, the coordinated movement and elegant rhythm almost made the lich enter a hazy state similar to meditation. It seemed to be back to the childhood of the undead tower. It used its own hands to copy various books, formulate potions with different effects, draw complex magic circles, forge exquisite enchanting weapons and gorgeous jewelry, weave tapestries or clothing to resist curses, tannate the fur of the monster, transplant various plants to extract their toxins and juices, and use flowers, leaves, and fruits to make unique snacks...

All this ended with a pale man who looked a little weak. He always walked out of the shadow of the hall at the bottom of the Dead Tower in a black and gray hooded cloak silently. The instructor was quite special. After appreciating all the works of the Lich who was still a young man at the time, he shrugged his shoulders and trembled all over and climbed into the study on the top floor step by step, and pulled out the instructor who had been studying a long lost potion book for several years. The instructor was silent in the hall for a long time, then gently pressed his shoulder and solemnly told his disciples that he was not planning to transform the Undead Tower into a store of undead magic and related comprehensive supplies... The next day, the learning of spells began to greatly invade all the time of the Lich.

He sighed and cut the last radish in his hand.

The muscles on the right wrist were jumping happily, the blood flowed there was particularly obvious, and the skin was obviously much hotter than elsewhere. This was obviously not a spasm caused by fatigue, but only because of the warm-up. The Lich dared to guarantee in the name of Cialil that if it had its own thoughts and wallet, it would definitely buy a lot of carrots to continue. In comparison,

The fingers and wrists on the left side looked a little stiff and dull, but the lich had already thought about it and he might try carpet weaving in the afternoon.

***

"He's a good kid."

"You can't give him such a high evaluation just because he cuts radish slices for you." Her husband curled his lips and looked at the living room on the right side of the small restaurant, or a simple home.

There are several large yellow-brown cowhide sofas on one corner, each with a reddish-brown cotton cloth on it, and a bulging cushion on the opposite corner is a 15-inch old TV set. The wood-colored floor is covered with a dark green and brown-colored hemp carpet made by Lily herself, an old wooden coffee table, and a parchment or two lampshades depicting the story of the Old Testament

The floor lamp radiated a golden soft light, which was not very new, but like any place in the seaside hut, it exuded a unique warmth of "home". The young man sat on one of the sofas, looking at a pile of old newspapers seriously. This was brought to him by Lily's mother when she delivered supper, "Or the young man would be more boring." She said.

He gave him a pair of black-framed glasses and said that he was a college student who loved literature and archaeology. Who wouldn't believe it? Lily's old father thought depressedly.

My cute old man, Lily's mother touched her husband's bright forehead lovely and compassionately. Since Lily gradually became a beautiful woman, her old father has become

A loyal old hunting dog was circling around his lamb, grinning his teeth at the ill-intentioned wild boys, but they knew that one day, they would

There was a decent and capable young man who asked his uncle to accompany him and asked them to see their daughter in a regular manner, hoping to give her a golden necklace.

(Note: The above is Sardinian custom - giving a gold necklace means "I hope to marry your daughter.")

But this guy can't do it.

Although I have not seen many men, Lily's mother thought, our village belongs to the Sallyellier family after all. Every year there are always a few ambitious young men who want to try their luck. They can always get a position. After a while, they always come back to see it, or are sent back by the head of the Sallyellier family in a coffin. So Lily's mother has also seen those extraordinary people in the crack of the door. How to say, they are quite gentle, dressed well, and speak politely. They don't get any fractions of food and shopping, but they don't think they are giving alms, but there is always a smell that makes people feel scared.

That guy might be really good, but he is very suitable for knives.

Of course, when Lily mentioned the meal delivery tonight, she didn't tell her daughter that she used to be a girl, knowing that young girls are sometimes just moths to fight fire, and those dangerous young men are extremely attractive to them.

She said, Lily, although you are my daughter, I have to say that you are not worthy of that child.

Lily's face turned pale and she entered the room without saying anything. Until she went out, she didn't show up.

The lich didn't know that a plant rhizome that could not scream would also cause such rich associations as an ordinary human woman. Lily's father went out for a day and stared at him for a long time when he came back, then slowly said: "It seems that something happened to the Salieri family, and both sons are missing. Tang Jose Salieri also seems to have entered the hospital. The city of Salieri is now full of chaos, and there are idiots who want to get some benefits everywhere, stretching their heads."

It is not surprising that he could find out about these things. The fishing village on the coast of Sardinia is almost the largest supply of new blood for the Salieri family. Old people like this will always know where to go to ask about the news.

Alexander's memory has been compiled into part of Alexander's memory, the official language of Sardinia, the common folk language, the official language of the Eastern and Western countries, and the most rigorous and old-fashioned Old Testament sacred languages ​​recognized by the world, the most rigorous and old-fashioned grammar and rhetoric; Sardinia's history and geography are used to entertain music, drama, literature, politics, mathematics, philosophy, sports or competition, riding, diving, shooting, a physical art from the Eleutian Islands - and information from the Salieri family. It is unusually numerous and detailed, especially about the Church, Jose, Salieri. Because this is just memory, not emotion, it is impossible to be sure of respect, worship, or hatred?

Alexander's biological parents and sister were abused and killed by his enemies because of the friendship between the church, Jose Sallyery. Alexander, who was only eleven years old, hid in the dark room and escaped - he seemed to have watched the whole process of his relative being beaten, raped, and dismembered. Well, it was really hard for the lich to understand. The face and body of the murderer rarely appeared in his memory. In this case, it is not necessary to carefully observe any small details related to the enemy to obtain the most complete information? Whether it is asking others to help him revenge or to do it himself, this information will maximize the vitality of the enemy, or increase his own chance of survival - a strange soul, he never mentioned it again after he was rescued.

Any word.

The murderer and the instigator behind him are said to have been arrested and lynched by the Sallieri family, but after comparison with Alexander's memory... although it is very similar, it is definitely not.

A good legacy.

This plane seems to be peaceful, but unfortunately, peace obviously does not belong to this body.

***

Early on the fourth morning, Lily's father found that the little bastard left without saying goodbye.

He wore that outfit and left behind more than a dozen small colored pearls of good quality. They were not worth a lot of money. Lily's father thought for a while, put the pearls in his trouser pocket, and planned to take them to the town in a few months to inlaid them into jewelry, make a pair of cufflinks himself, leave a pair of earrings for Lily's mother, and use the others as Lily's dowry.

This is what they deserve.
Chapter completed!