Frozen Fish War God Serie

Chapter 47: Frozen Fish War God—Serie

Drip-drop, drip-drop.

Outside the window, countless raindrops fell from the pitch-black clouds, striking the earth and wood of the mountain, stirring up moist mist and the pleasant fragrance of soil.

Inside the room, the bubbling fish pot had finally accumulated enough flavor, reaching the moment when the lid could be lifted.

Guter lifted the lid. The milky-white fish soup in the pot boiled vigorously, sending bits of mushrooms and vegetables tumbling up and down.

An exquisite, ultimate deliciousness burst forth from this pot from that moment on.

There was no need for rare or expensive ingredients, nor for complex seasonings to the extreme. Relying only on the fish from the stream and the mushrooms from the mountain, with time sprinkled in as a seasoning, this pot of natural delicacy could be brought together.

Guter took the fish pot down from the campfire, picked up the ladle, and first filled a generous bowl of milky-white fish soup for both Serie and himself.

Then he opened the dry rations bag the two had brought, fished out a few hard, dry loaves of bread, tore them into pieces, and dropped them into the pot, letting the residual heat of the fish soup soak them.

"We can eat now, Teacher."

Guter took a sip of the delicious fish soup and said with a smile.

Even though Serie had already polished off an entire skewer of grilled fish before the so-called "meal time."

The sound of rain outside gradually grew heavier, but the atmosphere inside the room was warm to the extreme.

Holding the scalding bowl of fish soup in his hands, watching the mountain scenery outside drenched by the sudden downpour, Guter instead felt that this rain was quite considerate.

After all, only on a heavy rain day could one fully appreciate how blissful it was to sit around a campfire and drink fish soup.

If it were a scorching summer day with the sun blazing directly down, the atmosphere would vanish instantly. Even the most delicious fish soup would lose some of its appeal due to the heat.

"Teacher, this rain doesn't seem to be letting up. Let's stay here and rest for today."

Guter chewed on the crispy, fragrant chunks of fish that had been pan-fried into small pieces in the soup, speaking to Serie beside him.

Mmm—mmm—

Gently biting into a shiitake mushroom that had been boiled plump and round in the fish soup, the rich fish soup mixed with the sweet freshness of the mushroom exploded wantonly in her mouth. Only after swallowing it whole did Serie have the chance to respond to her disciple's suggestion.

"Alright." Serie nodded, agreeing to her disciple's proposal.

"Traveling in the rain isn't efficient anyway, and the remaining journey can't be completed in a single day."

"Risking illness by pressing forward in the heavy rain, then spending the night in a damp environment after the rain—our travel schedule isn't so tight that we need to go that far."

"Let's keep resting here until the weather improves a bit."

After saying this, Serie's gaze unconsciously drifted to the bucket, where more than half of the river fish remained.

Thinking that she could enjoy a few more meals of such delicious fish dishes, her already good mood became even brighter.

After the meal, Guter washed the pots and bowls clean and placed the remaining few skewers of grilled fish from lunch into a clean plate.

However, faced with the leftover fish, mushrooms, and vegetables still in the bucket, Guter found himself at a bit of a loss.

The mushrooms and vegetables were fine—he could just leave them out to store, and they'd be fine for a day and a night.

But preserving the fish, which had already had their innards removed, was a bit troublesome. At room temperature, they would spoil after being stored for six to eight hours.

So he needed to think of a way to deal with them first.

Grill them all?

That was indeed a good method, but it was a bit of a shame. If he wanted to make fish soup tomorrow morning, there would be no fresh fish available.

Salt-cure the fish?

This method would preserve them for quite a while, but it was also somewhat excessive.

They weren't staying long-term, but he could salt-cure some, string them up on the fireplace, and make dried fish to leave for the next lodger.

Just as Guter was troubled, Serie, who had just finished folding the bedding, walked over and immediately spotted the problem her disciple was facing.

"Clumsy."

With that, Serie waved her hand, and several blocks of ice materialized out of thin air, dropping into the bucket containing the fish.

After doing this, Serie pulled a fish out from under the bucket. With a slight flick of her wrist, the fish was frozen rock solid.

Serie poked her disciple with the frozen fish and said, "As a magic user, when you encounter a problem, you should first think about whether it can be solved through magical means."