The Swordsman of Faerûn

Chapter 591 That thing smells really good
"We are not fey creatures, we are fairies of glory, descendants of the great spirit of nature, fairies of the jungle and wilderness!" The satyr slightly refuted William's slightly discriminatory title, but he was very cooperative "Of course, we have a symbiotic relationship with all the animals in the jungle. We teach them how to forage, where to live, how to find mates, how to reproduce, how to take care of their young, and how to avoid predators."

"We trust each other with the animals. When we ask them, they will naturally respond to us without hesitation." Speaking of this, the half-faun had a vague aftertaste on his face, as if he was Reminisce about a pleasurable experience.

William was very satisfied with the answer of the half-goat man. In this way, it is possible to implement his idea. The only problem is to find a way to convince the half-goat man in front of him and the other existences behind the half-goat man. They are the main executors to realize William's vision.

Of course, it takes skill to persuade others. Generally speaking, it can be divided into two types: soft and hard. The soft ones are deception and inducement;

Of course, in the final analysis, what William wants to do now is still asking for others, so it is not a wise choice to directly use hard methods at this time.

He helped the half-goat man up again, adjusted his broken muscles and bones, and then softened his tone a little, and said, "What should I call you, half-goat man?"

The half-goat said: "You can call me Larry, Larry of the Pinas family. Among my brothers and sisters, I play the bagpipe the best!"

"Okay! Larry from the Pinas family is an excellent bagpiper. As far as I know, you satyrs should all like wine and food, right?" William said as kindly as possible.

"Of course, sir. Good food is my life, and fine wine is my soul. When you combine the two with wonderful music, you become a complete half-goat..." The half-goat groaned a little excitedly A hymn was recited. Of course, the focus of the poem itself is not here, but the story about some indescribable exchanges between the satyr and the "imprisoned" lover.

Half-goat people are so emotional and affectionate. Good wine, food, music and things that cannot be described are the temptations they cannot resist.

William said: "Larry, I'm not afraid to tell you that I am the lord of the land beyond the jungle. My people lack enough food and need to hunt a lot of wild animals to fill their stomachs."

The half-goat said: "We also like hunting, the lord outside the jungle. But we will not destroy the trees in the jungle like you. The father of the forest is right, you humans are the demons of the jungle."

William shrugged and said: "No way, we humans are not jungle dwellers after all, it is difficult to maintain harmonious coexistence with the trees in the jungle. But we need prey to fill our stomachs, otherwise we will starve to death. Bagpipe Great Larry, you satyrs know it sucks to be starved to death?"

The half-goat said straightforwardly: "We can eat grass when we are very hungry. Although it tastes bad, at least it can fill our stomachs. If your people are about to starve to death, you can also let them try to eat grass." Grass!"

William really wants to beat this goat's head to death. If only eating grass can solve the problem of food for the refugees, why should I come here to talk nonsense with you, a goat? !
William said with a strong smile: "Human stomachs are too fragile. Except for a limited number of plant fruits, they can't adapt to the behavior of eating most of the plants and trees. They have a serious disease that will die when they eat grass. Now my people Only meat, fresh meat."

The half-goat Larry suddenly realized, and said, "So that's it! No wonder the father of the forest only asked us to move animals, but didn't take away all the delicious young leaves and tubers."

William sighed in a compassionate tone: "Larry, my people need meat, which can only be obtained from animals in the jungle. If we humans come to hunt by ourselves, it will inevitably cause serious damage to the jungle. Destruction, like what you're seeing now, they shouldn't have turned out like this."

When William was talking, he pointed to the messy woodland destroyed by Thunderfury Boar, and the half-faun Larry nodded empathetically. The destruction of this piece of forest is indeed horrific. It is estimated that the father of the forest will definitely do it Thunder was furious.

William smiled a little badly and said: "Larry, who is a great bagpipe, I have a very good proposal. You see, I promise that my people will no longer go hunting in the depths of this jungle, it's up to you and your My friends temporarily moved the prey to the outside of the jungle, so that we can get the fresh meat we want, and the jungle you care about will not be destroyed, not even a single plant or tree."

Larry was a little dizzy and felt that what William said made sense, but he quickly realized and said firmly: "No! I will never send animal friends outside the jungle and let you humans kill them!"

William quibbled: "How could it be! Of course we will not kill your half-faun animal companions. We will abide by the natural laws of the jungle and only hunt those old, sick or injured animals, those that are healthy and have vitality. Animals are not within our hunting range. Just like I hunted those swollen deer just now, I only killed four of them that should be hunted, and the others are alive and well."

Larry was a little moved, but still argued: "But, lord outside the forest, you didn't let those poor deer go, you imprisoned them!"

William said coldly: "That's right! If I fail to hunt enough prey this time, for the sake of my people, I will have to kill them all to get enough meat."

Looking at the frightened half-goat man, William changed his gentle face and said, "Of course, with the help of you forest goblins, my people and I don't need to do this kind of cruelty anymore." extinct hunting."

The half-goat persisted in his last stubbornness and said: "But my partner and I don't want to help humans!"

"No! Think about it!" William said confidently.

He took out a small oak barrel the size of a bull's head from the Fire Spirit Armband, and then pried open the cork at the bottom of the barrel (the ancient barrels for winemaking were generally open at the bottom, and when fermenting or standing still, the cork was facing down, relying on the cork The gravity of the barrel itself ensures that the cork will not fall off or leak due to the expansion of the internal fermentation liquid), and a strong alcohol aroma diffuses along the cork hole instantly.

The half-goat Larry just twitched his nose and couldn't help saying "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Like a small motor, it opens and closes rapidly.

"First... first... Mister, what is that in your hand... what is it? It smells good... so strange!" The half-goat man could hardly control himself His lips parted, and his little bright red tongue went straight to William's hand.

(End of this chapter)