Chapter 6: Master (of Conjuration) Chef Part 2
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| Name: Mary Tudor | Race: Dark Elf | Sub-race: N/A |
Level: 14 | HP: 100 | MP: 120 | SP: 100 | IS: N/A |
| Branches: 13 | Dragon Tongue: Yes |
Skills:
Alteration: 55 | Light Armor: 55 | Archery: 50
Conjuration: 120 | Lock Picking: 50 | Heavy Armor: 50
Destruction: 60 | Manipulation: 50 | One-handed: 50
Illusion: 55 | Stealth: 65 | Smithing: 50
Restoration: 50 | Speechcraft: 50 | Two-handed: 50
Alchemy: 55 | Blocking: 50 | Enchanting: 50
Abilities:
| Wrath | Spark | Fireball | Raise Lesser Dead | Soulbound | | Rose’s Blessing | Princess of Conjuration |
After an hour of endlessly shooting [Soulbound] and using [Soul Release] on the cracked lesser soul gem, I have finally achieved level 14. Wait level 14?
It seemed like I had gained points for Stealth. This was not something that I calculated at all, or really something I forgot about. Gaining skill points for stealth on the side of trying to level up my conjuration was not so bad after all. I have also received the |Princess of Conjuration| passive ability which you unlock when your Conjuration skill reaches level 100.
The |Princess of Conjuration| passive ability is like the |Novice Conjurer| in which it decreases the cost of conjuration spells by 50%, however, this applies to all levels of conjuration magic. It would’ve been called |Prince of Conjuration| if I was a male, this small detail was such a nice thing for the developers of a game to implement? Why? I don’t know if it was just nice.
Well, I guess it was time to level up my stats…
| Name: Mary Tudor | Race: Dark Elf | Sub-race: N/A |
Level: 14 | HP: 100 | MP: 200 | SP: 140 | IS: N/A |
| Branches: 13 | Dragon Tongue: Yes |
Skills:
Alteration: 55 | Light Armor: 55 | Archery: 50
Conjuration: 120 | Lock Picking: 50 | Heavy Armor: 50
Destruction: 60 | Manipulation: 50 | One-handed: 50
Illusion: 55 | Stealth: 65 | Smithing: 50
Restoration: 50 | Speechcraft: 50 | Two-handed: 50
Alchemy: 55 | Blocking: 50 | Enchanting: 50
Abilities:
| Wrath | Spark | Fireball | Raise Lesser Dead | Soulbound | | Rose’s Blessing | Princess of Conjuration |
Let’s save my Branches for later, I don’t really need to invest in abilities right now and I need to hurry back up to Gordon. After all, it doesn’t take that much time to get a Giant Crab.
I place my hands on the bottom of the giant crab. I can’t just carry the Giant Crab, can I? I am a delicate little child after all I can’t simply just lift the Giant Cr-.
I managed to lift the crab; it was lighter than I thought. I definitely felt the weight, but its heaviness reminded me of lifting a large bag of rice in my previous life. When was I this strong? When I was younger I could barely hold on to a sword, what has come into me? Or maybe a Giant Crab is simply lighter than I thought.
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The smell of the giant crab was not that bad either, in fact, it had the aroma of sushi. What kind of sushi? Meh, I can’t remember what kind but that didn’t matter.
Carrying the Giant Crab was like carrying a giant plushie because I could not really see ahead of me. I guess I must somehow navigate this out of the storehouse. Well, we are all the way in the back of the storehouse too, but I might as well treat this as a minigame. After taking one step forward I started to really feel the weight of the Giant Crab.
The smooth texture of the crab’s shell wasn’t helping either. With each step, I felt like the Giant Crab was slowly going to slip out of my hand.
“Well, this is going to take a long time,” I said with a sigh as I slowly took one more step.
After managing to carry it out of the storehouse with some god-tier balancing and navigation skills, I decided I needed to wagon it over. I looked all over the place and I found a prisoner pulling an empty wagon towards the main gate.
I need to intercept before he disappears.
I ran over to him while carrying the Giant Crab still in front screaming at him.
“HEY, YOU! CAN I BORROW THAT PULL WAGON?!”
“W-what?” he said in a state of shock as he looked towards me. “Please, please don’t hurt me,” he said as he realized what was coming at him and he jumped and hid behind the pull wagon.
I managed to stop myself from crashing into the pull wagon and placed the Giant Crab on it.
“Thank you for letting me borrow this pull wagon,” I said with a wide grin.
“Y-you’re welcome, just remember to return it to the guard post at the main gate when you’re finished,” he said while profusely sweating.
“No problem!”
I jumped to the front of the pull wagon and quickly ran over to the kitchen. The wagon made the Giant Crab feel even lighter. As I pulled the wagon, I was careful to not pull too hard or run too fast to not break the wagon or make the crab bounce too much.
When I arrived in the kitchen, everyone was still doing the same task as when I first arrived and left. I left the wagon with the Giant Crab at the side entrance of the kitchen.
I decided to approach the same boy with the funny hairstyle to ask him where Gordon was.
“E-excuse”
“Oh, you again? What do you want?”
“Do you know where the head chef is?
“Chef? He’s still in the back yelling at the guys about the broth?”
“O-okay thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said as he turned his head, smiling at me.
As I left the boy, I felt like my heart was beating faster than usual and my face getting hotter. What was this feeling? Is it love? Well, I guess it would not be strange after all I am a girl now after all…
I shook my head and headed to the back of the kitchen building where I saw the 3 prisoners who were helping Gordon were sitting on the ground (heel style) with their faces looking at the ground while Gordon was lecturing them.
“You nitwits I told your broth has no flavor, and for god sake, it smells like donkey piss! You guys clearly show no love in your cooking, yet you volunteered to be my apprentices, how shameful!”
I quietly approached Gordon, while he continued yelling at them and pulled the back of his shirt.
“Mr. Gordon”
“WHAT! *Ahem* I mean what is it darling?”
“I brought the Giant Crab.”
“Oh, where is it, love?”
“It’s at the side of the building near the side entrance.”
“Great job love, is there anything else you want to do?”
“C-can I help with the broth?”
“Why of course you can.” He said with the face of a proud father. “Let me get you an apron so you don’t dirty yourself too much.”
“Yaaay!” I said while punching the air on top of me.
After putting on an apron that fits me, I headed to the giant pot where the latest creation of the broth was made. I grabbed a random stool and placed it in front of the pot then I opened the lid, the steam smelt just like water. I then looked into the pot. Why is the liquid clear and why is there nothing but sliced potatoes in it?
I grabbed a nearby spoon and put the broth in it. I lifted it and blew on it.
“Thanks for the meal!”
I placed the spoon on my lips and drank the broth.
“BLEH! HOLY HECK TOO SALTY!!”
The 3 prisoners who were around started crying. Jeez, these guys are grown men and they are crying just because a child says their food sucks, serves them right for making something so shit!”
I decided to make a batch of broth, or actually something more. I was not taught how to cook in this world, but the knowledge of my previous can fix that. I am going to make chicken noodle soup, except without the noodles.
The first thing I did was grab another giant pot and place it on top of the makeshift stove then fill it ½ full of water, then I waited for it to boil. While waiting I decided to cut up some carrots and potatoes.
“Uhh… Mr. Gordon, can you please slice the vegetables for me?”
“Of course, beautiful,” he said with a polite tone and a wide smile.
I turned towards the 3 “apprentices” can you guys chop these chickens into small chunks, please?
After 40 minutes of continuously cutting vegetables and chicken, the water was finally boiling. At first, I added the chunks of chicken and some of the vegetables into the pot. I kept the ratio to 2.5 cups of chicken to 1 cup of mixed vegetables and began stirring. After 20 minutes of stirring, I then added some “mixed herbs” or whatever it was Gordon told me it was. I didn’t care, the smell was familiar to what was present to chicken soup so I decided to add it in. After an additional 10 minutes of stirring, I noticed that the water was starting to change colors. I decided to let it sit for another 10 minutes.
During those 10 minutes, I decided to cook the remaining small chunks of chickens. When the 10 minutes were up, I added the cooked chunks and vegetables. Then I ordered one of the apprentices to stir the pot slowly while the rest of us decided to take care of cooking the giant crab.
20 minutes later we finished cooking the giant crab and placed it on a nearby makeshift countertop and let it rest while we tried the chicken soup.
“Delicious, now this is good,” said Gordon with a glowing expression that surpassed his proud father smile.
The 3 other apprentices also seemed to be enjoying it too. Well, my turn to try it.
As I took a sip of it from the bowl, I poured it I felt the warmth of it was filling my insides.
“Not bad. But I wish I had more ingredients because it tastes a little too much like chicken fat.”
As I put the bowl, I realized that the sun had already started going down. It was evening and it was beginning to feel cold again. But for now, I need to continue being a chef…
As it became dark, we managed to finish cooking everything. The crab was finally cracked open and scraped of all its meat. The chicken soup was stored in the kitchen storehouse and I sat on the floor eating my bread.
“Hey, little girl,” Gordon said as he sat beside me.
“Yes, Mr. Gordon.”
“What’s your name?”
“Mary.”
“Do you have a last name?”
“Last name huh… Tudor. My last name is Tudor.”
Gordon’s eyes widened.
“Ms. Tudor, w-would you like to stay in my dorm room tonight, I have a spare bed.”
Now, this is suspicious, what’s up with this guy all of a sudden.
“I promise I won’t harm you if you came with me, nor will I do anything.”
He leaned and whispered into my ear: “I swear on your father, Charles Tudor’s, name.”
As he said that name, I felt like my soul left me as my eyes widened then he leaned back to his original sitting position my eyes returned to normal.
“Ahem… p-please call me Mary, and I will come with you.”
“Thank you…” he said quietly as he looked up towards the sky and closed his eyes.