679 The Headmasters Wrath (2/2)

Ning Que did not know what the Headmaster would take them to eat. As an old saying went, a disciple should shoulder his own responsibility. Therefore, Ning Que walked to those herdsmen to see what food he could buy from them.

He could speak the Desolate Man's language on the Wilderness, and was even good at the languages of some remote tribes. However, he suddenly found today that he was unable to communicate with the herdsmen on the Wilderness.

”Stop showing off your insignificant skill.”

The Headmaster walked out of the carriage and scolded him rudely.

The response of the herdsmen when they saw the Headmaster was very strange. They seemed to be touched and excited, and even more reverent. Two of them knelt down directly in front of the Headmaster to kiss his feet, while others ran to their tents to bring their family members to salute the Headmaster.

Then Ning Que came to know that those herdsmen had met the Headmaster before. He was curious about their nationality since they could not understand him. In addition, what made him more curious was how the Headmaster was going to communicate with them.

He had never thought that the Headmaster could not communicate with these herdsmen.

Because now he was more sure that the Headmaster was omnipotent.

Then the Headmaster began to communicate with them.

He pointed to the sheep on the meadow far away, and then spread out his hands to describe the size of a sheep. After that, he shook his finger in the air to simulate a flame, while muttering to himself.

”The sheep can't be too big, just about this size.”

”The way to roast it... should be your famous style.”

Ning Que was speechless again. How could he expect that the Headmaster should communicate in this way.

The Headmaster knew what he was thinking about. ”As what I always say,” he said, ”there is no omnipotent person in the world. Even I could not master all the languages in the world. So what? Knowing a language is an insignificant skill. As long as you know body language, you will never starve and can always find something delicious wherever you go.”

Ning Que was clear that it would be sheer self-abuse to reason with his teacher. Therefore, he was determined to give it up and asked his question, ”Which palace does the tribe belong to?”

”None,” the Headmaster answered, ”These herdsmen have been nomadic for millennia in this bitter cold land, isolated from the outside. Their life is hard but quiet.”

Ning Que said, ”In principle, only these people would have it hard to multiply.”

The Headmaster explained, ”The Butcher once hid here for a period of time in those years. He must have used a secret method of theirs.”

Ning Que was slightly shocked for he had heard the Headmaster mention the Butcher and the Drunkard.

The Headmaster said, ”The roasted lamb leg made by the Butcher is the best. He has refused to see me for years and no one knows where he is hiding now. So the best roasted lamb leg is right here.”

Ning Que said smilingly, ”The secret you mentioned, is it about procreation or roasted lamb leg?”

The Headmaster laughed while patting his thigh, ”Both, both.”

Sangsang poured two bowls of milk wine and offered them to the Headmaster and Ning Que.

The Headmaster took a sip and gave his compliments. Then he said to Sangsang, ”Have a taste. It's good.”

At this moment, the roasted lamb leg was done. A herdsman presented it with respect and then withdrew.

Ning Que did not how if he could describe the so-called best roasted lamb leg in the world. As he smelled its scent while looking at the enchanting grease over it; he could not help moving his fingers.

But at this time, he would never make a mistake. According to what he had been told by Chen Pipi and his Eldest Brother, he used a sharp knife to cut two pieces of mutton at the best part of the lamb leg and sent them to his teacher's mouth.

The Headmaster chewed the mutton, eyes closed. He held a bowl of milk wine with an intoxicated expression, ready to take a sip to neutralize the taste of mutton in his mouth.

”Something's wrong,” the Headmaster suddenly opened his eyes.

Then he smacked his lips slightly like an old farmer who had just finished eating noodles by the roadside. He savored the taste in his mouth and his expression suddenly changed. He said, ”The taste is not right.”

Ning Que was startled. He cut another piece and had a taste, only to find it extremely delicious and pleasant. He almost chewed his own tongue and did not know what problem the mutton had.

He asked, ”Teacher, what's wrong?”

The teacher said angrily, ”Can it still be called mutton when it does not taste like mutton?”

Ning Que was completely confused and did not know how it couldn't taste like mutton.

The Headmaster fell into silence suddenly and looked at the roasted lamb leg with a sigh.

Then he looked at Ning Que and shook his head with another sigh.

Sangsang did not know what was going on, so she asked in a low voice, ”Would you like a bowl of mutton soup?”

The Headmaster was vexed, ”How can I drink the soup if I cannot even eat the mutton?”