Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 243: Telling Stories in the Storm

The storm came soon after Dorne finished his dinner.

The thick clouds are weighing down on the sea.

From time to time, under the clouds in the distance, you can see a ferocious lightning falling, and then hear the thunder of thunder.

Big raindrops fell from the clouds, and the sea wind pulled the mast.

Wave after wave shook the Anne’s hull up and down.

The storm on the sea always carries a frightening temperament.

However, because most of the crew on the Anne were well-trained, under the command of Hector, the arrangements to fight the storm were carried out in an orderly manner.

So this small storm did not cause much trouble to the Anne.

On Donne’s side, the food prepared tonight is mixed vegetable soup, mashed potatoes with gravy, and fried bacon with onions, and finally paired with white bread bought in Charleston Port during the day.

Under the premise of sailing at sea, this dinner is already very hearty, and it was made by Donne himself, and it was delicious!

Dorn asked the second officer to deliver a dinner to the captain’s room.

On the other hand, he carried the food, and returned to the room with Kisho and Yuval who came to help with the food.

Aboard the Anne, in Don’s room.

The light of two oil lamps illuminates the room.

The priests gathered here for dinner.

“So, why are you gathering in my room for dinner today?” Dorn took a sip of hot mixed vegetable soup, looked at the four priests in the room, and asked.

“Because you are the most empty place here! I have a room with Adele Big sis, and Kisho and Yuval have a room. Only you. One person occupies the room where two people should live. Where can you not go?”

Kloss was digging mashed potatoes with a spoon to eat. Although the hull of the boat is now shaking, the pastor Little Sister’s spoon is firmly grasped.

Dorn:…

Well, it does make sense to think about it.

“Furthermore, it is night, and the sea is blowing strong winds and heavy rains. It’s dark. Don’t you think it is suitable for friends to gather together and tell stories?”

Kloss swallowed another mouthful of mashed potatoes, continued preaching, and sucked on the spoon by the way.

“I feel, but not completely. I prefer to stay in the room and sleep in this atmosphere.” Dorn shrugged, and then turned his attention to the other three priests. “Also, why do you cooperate with Crowe in this way? Silk this guy?”

“Hey, don’t look at me with that kind of sight. It’s not strange to have been floating on the sea for so long, trying to find something to do?” Ki Xiu still looked like a cock.

“Actually, I think Kloss’s proposal is very interesting.” Yuval still squinted his eyes, not smiling.

Only the sword bearer Miss, looked at each other with Dorn, shook his head lightly, and continued to lower his head to eat.

“As for Adele Big sis, of course I pulled it over! If we play together but leave Adele Big sis in the room alone, wouldn’t it be too pitiful?”

The priest Little Sister snatched the topic, and while speaking like this, he proudly patted his barren chest.

Dorn:…

Well, it still makes sense.

But think about it, this has been sailing at sea for two weeks, and the priests who don’t usually have much to do will really feel bored.

After a while.

After finishing own dinner, Kloss wiped her mouth with a handkerchief contentedly.

Then she took off her own boots and naturally climbed onto Dorn’s bed, sat cross-legged, and smoothly hugged the kerosene lamp at the head of the bed in front of her.

“…Don’t let the lamp oil stain my bed.” Dorn looked at Little Sister helplessly.

“No, no.” Clos waved her hand again and again, “Ahem, then tonight’s special story conference will begin!”

The dim light of the kerosene lamp shone on the priest Little Sister’s original white face, making her face look uneven, with a weird feeling.

The sight in the room was dim, and the hull was still shaking up and down with the waves.

Outside, the violent sea breeze was whimpering, and the rain pattered on the Anne. Occasionally, there will be a flash of lightning, and a dreadful electric light will penetrate into the room, accompanied by a deep thunder.

There is one thing to say, and now it is indeed a very suitable atmosphere for storytelling.

Well, horror story.

Of course, it was Kloss who spoke first:

“This is a story I heard when I was very young. The story is like this. A long, long time ago, a certain principality experienced a huge war, which was followed by famine and plague. Many, many people lost their lives. .

There is a pair of brothers who had to be displaced because their hometown was destroyed by the war. They fled all the way, wandering, walking and walking…

One night, the brothers saw a small farmhouse with lights on in a wilderness. The brothers were so tired and hungry, they went to knock on the door of the farmhouse.

It was an old woman who opened the door. After listening to the brothers’ request, the old woman received them and let them sleep on the haystack in the kitchen. She also prepared a bowl of broth with a bit of sourness and not knowing what minced meat was floating for them to drink.

Both brothers are very grateful to this kind old woman. And they slept on the haystack in the kitchen that night.

That night, Little Brother, who was fast asleep, was suddenly rustled, awakened by the sound of small crunching chewing.

He woke up and found that Big Brother, who was supposed to be sleeping next to him, was gone.

Moreover, in the dark corner of the kitchen, one could see a figure squatting with his back facing him, and the little crunching noise came from there.

Little Brother boldly looked at the figure carefully, it was the old woman!

[It’s so late, what are you doing here? ] Little Brother plucked up the courage to ask.

[I’m hungry, eat something. The old woman answered in a dumb voice, accompanied by a crunchy chewing in her mouth.

[Eating? ][Yeah, do you want to eat some? ] The old woman said this, and handed Little Brother a small piece of minced meat, [This is delicious. ] She said this in a weird tone.

Afterwards, Little Brother raised the piece of minced meat in front of him and found that it was actually a bloody severed finger! ”

“Woo—isn’t it very scary? When I was a child, I heard Teacher Mayer tell this story, but I was scared.”

When the pastor Little Sister talked about the ending of the story, he shrugged his shoulders while holding the kerosene lamp, trembling slightly, and also expressed his thoughts.

“Kross, you’ve told this story several times.” Kisho and Yuval both shook their heads.

“So, so I’m talking about scaring Don!” Pastor Little Sister patted the quilt under him, “How about? Don, are you scared?”

“Actually, no.” Don just spread his hands.

As an earthling of Life in the era of extremely explosive information, there have been more weird stories on the Internet, and Donne has also seen many horror-themed novels, comics, and film and television works.

Therefore, dictated horror stories without any explosive points are generally difficult to scare him.

“Oh, you are so boring, Dorn.” The pastor Little Sister did not see Dorne’s frightened appearance, and sighed leisurely, feeling dispirited.

“Wait a minute, didn’t I say, aren’t you the pastor of the Holy See? And you can fight very well, why are you afraid of this kind of story?”

“The priest also has the right to be afraid! And, it has nothing to do with whether it can be fought or not? Under the background of the war and famine, the tragedy of cannibalism? Isn’t this scary? Don, you have no heart!” NS.

Dorn:…

I don’t know why, after being explained by Clos this way, this horror story, which was originally not very scary, went up all at once.