Novel & Cerita Campfire Cooking In Another World With My Absurd Skill Characters

The system did not have a function to find out skill proficiency. After training, he grilled a fish and then ate it. He was happy because he had learned the [Fireball] spell. With this spell, he can make a fire to cook his meal. He doesn't want to eat any raw meat at all. It tastes bad. Ha-ha-ha! Tastes great! He said as he took a bite of the grilled fish. It didn't have any seasoning in it, but to him, it was pretty good compared to goblin and kobold meat.

"Again, it's a long story. But please tell me you have a change of clothes." He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "By Curvier's hands, you're just in luck." *********** The heat from the campfire in front of me felt strange. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it didn't bring the kind of warmth I expected. It was almost like I needed more from it. However strange the fire was, it wasn't as weird as the expressions Larry and Connor gave me. After I had changed into the oversized work gear Larry brought, everyone pitched tents near the crater, and dinner followed. Then came the narration of my adventure in the alternate land to the two men.

A few minutes later, Kendall led Arthur and a thousand elites towards the monastery. … At the monastery, Darryl and the other two sat around the bonfire roasting deer meat. Yolanda rarely traveled and had never experienced the wild. She waited with her cheeks resting on her hands while Darryl and Sergio each roasted a deer leg. Sergio's roasting technique was average and soon, there were many burnt parts on the meat. Meanwhile, Darryl was not rushed. Back when he was in the wild with Jewel, she had always cooked for them. Over time, he also gained some cooking skills.

She was mine, a living masterpiece that demanded to be admired. Understanding that Stephanie wanted me to look away from her nudity, I shifted my gaze to take in my surroundings. The heat was intense, particularly at my feet where I spied a large black cauldron. It bubbled with cobs of corn, hefty chunks of potatoes, and a rich tomato broth—I deduced the witch was preparing dinner. As I looked around, I noticed a table where three witches were engaged in a heated conversation. Gradually, a chilling realization dawned on me: Stephanie and I were intended to be the main course for their meal.

"Well then, might as well put you to work." News of my quest to keep occupied spread quickly through the camp. I found myself engaged in various activities, from tending garden beds to playing with energetic children. I read books to a visually impaired shifter, mastered the art of cooking a hearty pot of chili, and shared spine-tingling ghost stories around a flickering campfire.

Corvu and the others exchange greetings as everyone gathers to continue moving in the dark, searching for a place to make camp away from the mess we left behind. I am surprised at the speed in which I learn. After setting up rocks and gathering certain twigs and wood pieces I was able to successfully make a campfire as the others prepared places to sleep or make dinner, even if it did take me an exceedingly long time to spark the rocks onto the wood. The horses were removed from the carriage and given water, then tied to a nearby tree. Gecko helps me by collecting more wood. “Look, I'm Satyr.” He laughs, putting two sticks to the top of his head to resemble horns. I laugh in response as Corv

The way one rogue boy barely older than Nessa told jokes to make the others laugh while gutting rabbits for stew. The way two women sparred near the fire, their movements fluid but friendly, like dance partners rather than opponents. A young man with bandaged hands braided his sister’s hair. The camp lived. Even in hardship. Even with Kael’s strict silence and Silverpine’s looming threat. These people lived. Aria passed a group sitting cross-legged, passing bread and jerky around. One of them looked up at her, eyes narrowing but said nothing. She walked past them. Past the campfires.

The campfire takes longer to set up than anticipated because I haven’t actually used the fire pit since River pointed it out last month and I have to remember where I put the firewood and figure out if the lighter fluid is still good. Sebastian helps without being asked, which shouldn’t surprise me at this point but somehow does. By the time we get it lit, full dark has fallen and the stars. The children roast marshmallows with different degrees of success. Sophie sets hers on fire and squeals with delight, waving it around until Sebastian very calmly makes her blow it out. Lilia drops hers directly into the flames and starts crying. Maisie eats four in a row and declares herself the “marshm

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

"Hi, what are you doing?" "Sir, you must light the bonfire!" asked the subordinates. "Light a fire?" Kazexian asked, as soon as Kazexian took a quick step he used the ability of his sword which had the element of fire to light a fire on the wooden branches and the two elders that An had arranged. An who looked up at the sky stopped, she felt something warm and hot. His face looked happy as soon as a fire burned nearby. Quickly the girl assembled the wood that was bigger in size to make a campfire that was more durable.