A house made of huge stones is better to say it is a smash. This is a house built by Caesar himself. It is made of the hardest black steel axe stone around the Holy Mountain. The barbarians used this kind of stone to sharpen the axe. Caesar moved dozens of tons to build a house. It was not the property of the Temple of War. In fact, it was dug by him by himself, and then cut it with a quick knife, divided it into even stones, and then quickly built it. In a while, the tall, majestic, small and exquisite house was built. The final work was to strengthen the house and... lay the foundation, yes, lay the foundation. This naughty child built the house until the end and remembered to lay the foundation.

Afterwards, Caesar bombarded the built house at a very fast speed for three minutes, smashed the stone-built house half a meter into the ground, and finally poured hundreds of barrels of melted water from the mountain ice and snow. Once the soil layer was frozen, everything was done.

This girl is simply a strange thing in the history of barbarian architecture...

After pushing open the door of the house, a warm breath came to my face. After the stone wall, the cold fir trees with excellent insulation were nailed, and then a white blanket was covered with precious blankets. Around the wall, the ceiling and the ground, it was very comfortable to step on. Caesar removed his shoes and walked towards the inner room. Harrogas was cold and cold. She, a delicate woman from the south, could not stand it and should still sleep in the quilt.

Sure enough, he lifted up the insulation clam next to him. The food left inside was clean. The various barbecue in the heat-keeping bucket next to him didn't even move. Are women from the south so difficult to raise? They were so delicate to eat. He walked to the kitchen next to him angrily, stretched out his hand, and took out all kinds of ingredients from his portable space. It was time to start cooking.

The cake base was just baked today, and the ingredients were selected as the finest winter wheat flour, which was completely in line with the characteristics of crispy outer layer and soft inner layer. The cheese was sent by Prince Saar of the Cow tribe, of course it was the best. It was not afraid of adulteration. The cattle tribe has a unique recipe for making cheese, and even human caravans had to purchase and sell some - in fact, most of these were commercial exchanges between the Seven Holy Lands, and only the wealthy Seven Holy Lands can send professionals with ice power to keep the cheese fresh.

Next is the top pizza sauce, which actually requires fresh tomatoes and top spices - but there is no problem. As a figure who is about to be crowned the king, in order to set an example for everyone in the North, Brother Caesar occasionally goes to the human world to do side jobs, and visits several chambers of commerce and large families that are extremely enthusiastic about the slave hunting and population transport industry in the North. He was kindly received by them and received so many gifts. How can I be so embarrassed? But since you have cut down all of you, it is my spoil, right?

Next are various fillings. Commercial exchange and transportation will bring some of these things at Caesar's personal request. However, the caravan's travel cycle is too slow, so Brother Caesar has to go for a side job again. Fortunately, that guy c.c actually has the ability to keep plant-based food fresh for a long time, so he doesn't have to become a habitual offender.

Caesar tapped the workbench in front of him, and the subtle force spread along the countertop. All the oven covers jumped up instantly. He took out ten exquisite porcelain plates from the cabinet below - the kind of thing that was better called spoils and unheard called stolen goods - and spread them on the table behind him. He bounced his left hand with ten plates with cake bases. The plates were slightly shaken, and the cake bases on the top were knocked away. Each cake base was subjected to different forces and fell into their respective ovens. Then there was cheese. Two black iron kitchen knives next to them were pulled out, a dazzling light of knife light, and the knife surface took advantage of the momentum, and the top cheese had been evenly cut into strips and applied to the ten cake bases.

Pizza sauce... and all the fillings... Everything was done perfectly under the terrifying power of micro-work. Caesar threw the kitchen knife back into the scabbard and turned on the barbecue switch of the oven below. This fully automatic barbecue device is a product of the assassins. It also added a firepower control device. These guys who do not practice magic but can emit powerful magic through props such as traps and other props have been idle recently and have freed up things that make people cry with the theme of "Let magic enter life". I heard that they invited the wizards from the Dome of the Sky to participate in the so-called "life-like application of electric element signal transmission imaging". The wizards were so painful that they were almost moldy and readily obeyed. The seven holy lands have been united for ten thousand years, and the assassins no longer mentioned the identity of "wizard judge". Everyone was in harmony - who knew what the hell they would make!

When the rich fragrance spread, the sound of the door opening sounded, and Caesar smiled slightly. This smell was the best call to get up. He patted the workbench, and all the oven knobs pointed to the close. The pizzas were once again sent to their respective plates with clever force. A white hand had reached to the first pizza, and the two fingers he pinched up to fold the pizza. The green-haired girl looked at the pizza: "Even if it was folded, the skin would not break at all. Caesar, with your ability to bake pizza, you are a master-level figure in any country of mankind."

"It's a pity that human food, I only know how to make pizza." Caesar brought the barbecue that had not moved at all. He placed the grilling front legs of wild animals, such as reindeer, yak, etc. on the grill on the grill on the other side, applied a thin layer of oil, and overheated it. After a while, the smell of the barbecue slowly overflowed, and there was no oil smoke, because this set of kitchenware was also a gift from the door of judgment...

"Why not learn anything else? According to the speed of learning pizza..."

"There is no need for this." He was immediately interrupted without hesitation.

"Why?" c.c is a little strange.

"Because you only like to eat pizza." Caesar was still busy cleaning up his barbecue. Assassin's stuff was really not reliable. This thing called "range hood" is messy. Go and learn the alchemy puppet technique of the wizards and the life puppet technique of the necromancer. Let's bastard!

But before he noticed that this casual sentence made C.c's stable hand tremble slightly, and his unfamiliar waves appeared in his eyes. Although the waves and the colors he revealed quietly faded, there was a faint smile with a suffocating curve at the corner of his mouth. When Caesar turned around, the last smile disappeared. C.c raised the pizza to cover his mouth, but pushed a plate of pizza as if nothing had happened: "I baked well today, which is a reward for you."

Caesar shook his head without a wink and said, "I don't eat that kind of thing, I can't eat at all." He reached out from behind to pick out a wild boar with grilled oil stars, and chewed it up.

It was obvious that c.c's eyebrows slowly raised, which could be called a willow eyebrows. She didn't say anything, but just looked at Caesar quietly until the other party threw the boar legs in his hand back to the grill and grabbed the pizza.

"I'm so obedient. Eating meat all day is not good for my health."

"... Hunger is the enemy, and this body of power is not endless..." Although it seemed that the pizza he roasted was very good, Caesar was still not interested in it. He rushed to the country of mankind for a long distance with the cold light of the Flame Demon Blade and the Axe of Glory to ask a palace chef who was very good at this. With the sword and axe added to it, and with the intimidating skills of Caesar's cry, the other party knew everything - but all of this was just because a woman couldn't get used to the food from the North, that's all.

"Is hunger the enemy?" A smile flashed in c.c's eyes, "I said it a bit earlier, you're very similar in some ways."

"Is it the Queen of Brittany you talk about all day?"

"Yes, I originally thought she was a perfect king, but I admit that after seeing you, my heart was shaken...I think I'd be very likely to harm her." c.c sighed, "I would have liked to have your two combo slightly."
Chapter completed!