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Chapter 925 Gretel: You tell me this guy is a cub?
Balensimo immediately raised his head.

The 12th-level samurai seems to have been cooking and introducing dishes.

But while he was cutting the venison, cleaning the pheasants, turning the steaks, and listening to the crackling of pans and flagstones, he listened to the surroundings of the camp.

According to his memory, there are no tribes nearby, nor any fixed business routes.

It's winter now, and they still run on the snow in the wild, either they are really serious like their group, or...

In conclusion, it is always right to be vigilant in the wild no matter what.

He was vigilant, but he didn't speak directly, but quickly looked around the camp.Yinyuelu paved its hooves, raised its head slightly, and continued to stare at the steak on the fire;

Bernard silently clenched the big bone stick;

Cerilla's fingertips flashed fluorescent light, and two gleams floated out soundlessly, falling on the barbarian and Silvermoon Deer;

And Gretel, who was sitting far under the big tree, seemed to have finally finished his meditation, and stood up holding the black cat.

Balencimo took a closer look, and found that the boss's brows were stretched, and his steps were calm. When he looked at the opposite side, he didn't seem to have any surprised expression, so he lowered his head and continued cooking, only sighing in his heart:
Pastor of Nature...

In the wilderness, in the forest, it's such an advantage.Before those people opened their mouths, or even before I heard someone coming, I guess they would have already reminded him, right?
Gretel had indeed known for a long time.Not only did he know, he also knew that there was only one person on the opposite side.Not very old, the big tree he was leaning on told him, "still a cub"...

Then, Gretel looked at the native man walking out of the woods, stepping on the snow, and was stunned for a rare moment.

The man was tall, Gretel estimated that he was half a head taller than himself, and of course he was shorter than Bernard.

But the body is not considered strong, the shoulders are broad, the back is not thick, and the upper lip is covered with a thin layer of down.exposed on the outside of the leather robe.The upper arm is bulging, but the wrist is still a little slender.

The sun is shining when I smile, my cheeks are round, and I have a little baby fat...

Gretel wanted to go back and shake the tree behind him on the spot.This is a cub?That's it?That's it?
The native "cub", to be precise, was a man who had just surpassed adolescence, reached the youth stage, and hadn't had time to become strong. He smiled and waved his left hand at them.

He raised his right hand slightly, showing the half-sized wild deer that had been dragged by him all the time and had died.The pattern on the fur, if Gretel remembers correctly, is guaranteed to be a level 5 monster:
"The things you make are delicious! Can we eat together?"

Gretel stared at him.This Aboriginal youth looked to be only 16, no, 15, maybe 14 years old.

He is not very good at judging the age of the natives of the New World. Maybe he can judge more accurately by taking an X-ray and looking at the epiphyseal line?
However, when he walked over, he didn't deliberately hide his steps.The bow, arrow and ax on his back, as well as the long knife on his waist, were not deliberately adjusted when approaching, and moved to the most convenient position for shooting.

Coupled with the movement of extending both arms greatly and spreading the palms forward, no matter how you look at it, it is full of kindness.

"This person is not as good as me, boss." In the telepathic connection, Bernard quietly reported.Gretel glanced at Balencimo again, saw him nod slightly, and stretched out his arms to the person coming, palms forward:
"Of course, please come along, sir. My name is Gretel, and these are my companions. Sir, may I ask—"

"Ah, my name is Raton, I'm from Patuchite, and I'm here to undergo my adult trials." The visitor replied happily, pointing to the bow and arrow, waist knife and ax on his body:
"You can only bring these three things, and you have to stay in the wilderness all winter! Although you don't have to worry about hunger, and you can build a house to avoid the cold, but eating wild game every day is too boring!"

"That's the Son of Dawn, the largest tribe on the mountain. Boss, be careful." Balencimo warned in a low voice during the telepathic connection.

Raton took another deep breath.Spread your arms, let your chest bulge as high as possible, as if you want to inhale all the smell of oil fume into your lungs:
"Pepper! Cinnamon! Jiulixiang! Sage! You made it so fragrant! Sorry, I can't help it, can I have a meal? I can give you half a deer!"

Gretel smiled.He pointed forward lightly, and there was a bump on the ground next to the campfire, not too high or too low, just enough for people to sit comfortably in front of the campfire.Raton threw the wild deer away, took out a birch bark bowl from his backpack, grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it:
"Ah—it's been a long time since I ate anything with spices! I wanted to buy some game and go to the nearby tribes to exchange some, but they're all gone!"

"there is none left?!"

Gretel's face immediately became serious.He cut a steak, moved it into Raton's birchbark bowl with his mage's hand, and leaned forward:
"We have just arrived in the New World and are about to climb over the mountains and head west. My friend, can you tell me later what happened in the New World in the past two years?"

"Of course!" Raton used a ram's horn dagger as a fork, picked up the steak, and ate it with oil dripping from his mouth:

"But I used to live on the mountain, and I'm not too clear about the things around here. Anyway, I'll try my best to talk..."

Accompanied by burnt white bread, hot stew and tubers, sweet and sour venison steak, and soft and delicious pheasant buried in the mud beside the fire, Gretel heard a long story .

And he finally knew what happened on this continent when the Year of No Summer came——

In order to feed as many of its citizens as possible, Parliament relocated some 200,000 people to settlements in the New World.And these 20 people need to store enough food if they want to survive the year without summer and the spring famine one year after the year without summer.

The method adopted by the parliament is to send knights, mages, and all warriors into the wilderness to hunt as many prey as possible.Then, mobilize the people in the settlement to use all means to store up the food.

"I've never seen such a cold summer...Last summer, there was a blizzard overnight, and the rivers and streams were all frozen..." Speaking of the summerless year that just passed, Raton shivered subconsciously :
"Our round house is shaded by chestnut tree bark in summer. It was too late to replace the roof, and it was crushed all of a sudden... During that time, many people in the tribe fell ill..."

Gretel's face was heavy.Raton rubbed his arms, his face darkened even more:
"There's nothing growing in the fields. Those of us who live in the mountains are alright, and some prey won't move away, but the tribes in the east... bison, wild deer, either were killed last year, or they went to the south , has not come back for a long time..."

"The Great Famine."

Gretel said softly.Now it seems that the parliament took care of its own people, but did not care about the life and death of the natives——

Or, large-scale hunting of animals in advance made it extremely difficult for these indigenous people to rely on hunting to fill their stomachs when the famine came.

"Only the newcomers have food--only they have food," Raton muttered sullenly:
"Some tribes, who wanted to rob their towns, were killed, or sold as slaves. Some tribes, signed a contract with them, and got enough food, provided that they had to work for them-they all moved In the past, being yelled at to work..."

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