The Black Iron Glory
Toko

Chapter 13

Shop

"I want to mark 3 match bullets and gunpowder and some for my father's short barrel gun" Eriksson said.

Welikro's father, Kubrik, served in the military for 15 years before retiring as a citizen, so he could legally carry firearms. The 3rd sign was a weapon he used during his days in the military and he was allowed to carry it when he left as one of the benefits of a retired soldier.

"Key gally sign 3, huh. That's the old one. Using bullet number two and dry gunpowder number one with standard shape. Your father's short barrel gun used a small number seven bullet and was used with gunpowder mixed with egg white powder. How much do you want, Eyke? "

"Boa, come. Take out our grocery list and see how much we need," Eriksson said, turning to Borkal.

Claude had yet to witness the weapons of this world himself, so he was rather curious. "Oh, aren't bullets and gunpowder standard for all weapons? Why are there different numbers for them?"

"Because the barrels of different weapons have different diameters, there are bullets of different sizes as well. And when the size of the bullets changed, the gunpowder mixture used would affect their firing range. Also, weapons and cannons used on ships should use gunpowder mixed with egg whites to prevent them from being exposed to strong winds and moisture. Typically, the white gunpowder used on ships costs half as much as regular gunpowder. "

The one who gave the explanation was Welikro. He was a firearms expert among the four and had already thought of how to fire a weapon when he was eleven or twelve years old.

"Alright, then we leave the groceries here for Boa. Let's look at the shelves over there. They were mostly brought here by sailors. I remember seeing a black wooden mask back then that I thought would make a beautiful decoration on my wall, but it was a pity that I didn't have enough money back then. A few days later, I came back and saw that it was already sold, "said Eriksson with a disappointed expression as he headed for the other wooden shelf on the side.

The items on the wooden shelf were completely messy. There were wooden bowls, porcelain containers, stone statues, bracelets, and even daggers mixed into one. Claude even saw a bronze helmet next to a single-horned cow that seemed to be made of rattan wickerwork. Is that . . . a toy? There was also an oddly shaped obsidian axe. Who knew where the sailors got it from and sold it for just a few drinks?

These pirate numbers are pretty good. Maybe the sailors carved them out when there was nothing better to do. I would ask how much it would cost later and if it wasn't too expensive, I would buy it for our little puffball. Oh what is that?

On the bottom floor of the wooden shelf was a book the size of a folder. The dark brown lid seems to be made of leather. Claude gave a touch and confirmed his suspicions. However, there was a thin layer of dust covering the book.

Is this really a book? Books should not be that thin. . . There are only about dozens of pages. However, those pages appear to be made of leather as well. . . They are thick and yellowish, thicker than normal papyrus. . . In fact, a page is five or six pages thick papyrus. . . They also look chewy to the touch.

Claude's interest was shaken. He was holding the thick book. It was heavy and felt very substantial. After blowing the dust and slowly opening it, he peered into it to see what was written inside.

Three potatoes. . . Ugh, the lighting is very bad. The wooden shelves block most of it. Claude really did not feel like moving and his gaze was unfocused. However, he dropped the book in his hand out of shock.

"Claude? What the hell's going on? What's going on?" eriksson asked hurriedly when he heard something explode between the wooden shelves.

Welikro also turned to ask, "Are you okay?"

Claude shook his head slightly and tried to contain the panic he felt. "I'm doing fine. I wanted to take the book and I didn't expect it to weigh, so I dropped it."

Taking the book he dropped, Claude took it to the side of the window and opened it slowly under the light.

The black words were vaguely written on the yellowish-skin page. Little tadpole-like characters seem a bit fuzzy with the passage of time, but most of them are still legible.

Three potatoes, steam half of them, remove the skin, and crush them. Add two eggs and some leeks and ground vegetables, flour, and water. Add salt to the seasoning and stir until the mixture turns into a paste. Press flat into round pieces and roast in a pan that is oiled until golden brown. Season according to personal preferences. . .

This . .this is a cookbook, right? Wait, but what about what I saw?

Claude hurriedly turned the courtyard behind. He was right, it was a simple old cookbook. There are 17 recipes, each recorded on every page of the book, ranging from dishes such as fried green fry, grilled mutton ribs, steamed mutton meatballs, various pizzas and even fried chicken pieces.

Claude weighed the recipe book with his hands and felt like he wanted to laugh. This should be a cookbook used by some restaurants. There are 17 dishes in it and although Claude's family is considered among the upper echelons of the Whitestag, the food he has at home is the backbone, most often, of course, most random stews are made with vegetables and meat. Although they have mutton or beef from time to time, they are not made according to strict recipes like those found in cookbooks.

Then again, this restaurant must have spent quite a lot on this recipe book. They even used animal skins for the courtyard. Claude's textbooks or books sold in stores in the city were mostly made of cheap papyrus. Sometimes, some books will use leather for the cover, but it is a very good product that costs a lot more than usual.

So, what did he see just now? The yellowish cookbook page seemed to have just caught fire. As the yellow pages disappeared from view, Claude had seen a white page with deep blue words inside. Is it all in his imagination?

After a closer inspection from the beginning to the end of the cookbook, Claude still did not see anything different. Maybe I'm hallucinating. . . When Claude was about to return the book to the shelf, he suddenly stopped when something happened to him.

Just now, I didn't have good lighting, so I focused harder to see better. Then, the recipe book changed in a way I did not expect and surprised me. What if I try again to read it with full focus? Maybe that'll change again.

As Claude thought that, he opened the cookbook once more and focused all his attention on gazing at the pages. As expected, those pages started to change suddenly. The tadpole-like character on the yellowish skin page about making potato biscuits disappear from view one by one as the page turns ivory-white gradually. Then, line after line of dark blue words appeared on the page.

When high school students are expected to learn about the Jimil and Leishart languages at a school that is also a descendant of the ancient Hez language, they are taught some basic things about the ancient language. However, they are shallow on top.

The reason Claude could even recognize those characters as Hez's script was because of half a year of relentless study. However, he could not say what those words meant.

The words used in Hebrai are mostly morphs of the Hez language. The difference is somewhat similar to that between traditional Chinese characters and simple Chinese characters. The character of Hez is analogous to a traditional Chinese character and Claude can basically recognize some of its meanings based on its similar shape.

Arrive. . . Shop. . . Lunch . . Menu . . Ask . . Buy . . Miraculous. . .

The magic? This . .this is a magical cookbook! it was the first thought in Claude's mind. He had transmigrated for over half a year and this was the first magical item he had encountered.

The magic? This . .this is a magical cookbook! it was the first thought in Claude's mind. He had transmigrated for over half a year and this was the first magical item he had encountered.

During that time, he relied solely on the memories of Claude's ex. According to what he knew, magic did exist in this world, but it was considered taboo by many.

If one expands his knowledge of magic and lets others know, what awaits is not a glorious future filled with praise and jealousy, but rather a manhunt and death sentence without trial. If anyone managed to escape, they would only have days of escape to look forward to and would have to hide their identity or travel everywhere without getting caught.

Claude had no idea why the people of that world were so afraid of magic, but all that was not enough to hold back his curiosity, especially when the thing in his hand was the first magic item he encountered. It was a magic. . . cookbook.

"Hey, Claude, what are you looking at?" Eriksson had appeared beside Claude before he noticed and patted him on the shoulder, making him sober up.

"Is this a cookbook?" Eriksson said as he grabbed his head, "Three potatoes, steamed half of them, took out his skin, and smashed them. Haha, so you read the cookbook with such zeal that you didn't hear me the last few times I called out to you? Do you want to eat potato biscuits? "

"Oh, Eyke, can you see these blue words?" claude asked without trying to answer the question. However, he suddenly gasped warily and said, "Ah, that's fine. My mind just wanders."

But Eriksson had already heard what Claude had said and his interest increased. "Blue words? What blue word? Isn't everything black? Let me see it."

After picking up the cookbook, he turned it over. "No blue words. But still, this cookbook is rather good. Red wine boiled with goose drumsticks .. I'll make my mom make it for me."

"No, focus hard and read it. Did you see the blue words appear?" Claude wanted to see if Eriksson could see the character of the blue Hez if he paid attention.

"Is that so?" Eriksson looked at the book with doubt, but gave up after a while. "I don't see blue words, and my eyes are tired. There's still nothing. Wait a minute, let me take it to the window and see if the pages are translucent."

Soon, Eriksson put the book down. "This cookbook is a bit heavy. But I'm sure there's nothing strange about that. I also don't see the blue words you mentioned."

Claude nodded and made sure that not everyone could see the changes in the cookbook as they focused their attention. Maybe his mental strength was unlike others. He could already hear much better than the others and visualize much better. He could even visualize a scene based on what he heard. It was definitely part of his mental strength that was different from others and the reason he could see the blue words in the cookbook.

"Maybe the light hits the page in a way that makes those words feel blue to me" Claude said as he took the book back.

This time, he focused again right in front of Eriksson and the book changed again, revealing ivory white pages and blue words. However, Claude stopped as soon as he saw the change and looked back at Eriksson, who seemed to see no change.

"I want to buy this cookbook. Well, can you ask me how much it costs?"

"You want to buy it?" eriksson asked, a little surprised.

"Well, my mom's birthday is coming up, so I want to buy her a present. You know that I can't afford expensive ornaments. That's my dad's area. However, I think this cookbook might be a great gift. If she knew how to cook based on the recipe inside, I she would enjoy our satisfied expression every night as we ate. "

"That's a pretty good idea. Are you sure you want to buy it? Actually, we can come to copy the contents of the book. I'm sure Uncle Wakri won't mind us doing it. That way, we won't have to spend money. "

Claude shook his head. "Don't you feel that this book is a bit heavy? Seems a bit fancy. I can tell my mother that it was passed down through some royal family or something. Much better than some hand-copied recipes as gifts, right? "

"alright. I'll ask you how much it costs." Eriksson picked up the cookbook and turned to Wakri.

"Oh, and these four pirate figures and the silver flower hairpin as well. I want to buy it as a gift for my sisters. I will take them and ask for the price with you. I wish I could borrow money from you guys if I didn't have enough. I'll make sure to reply you. "

"Claude, you're really a good brother, huh?" praise Eriksson.