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Chapter 208 0207: Tracing

Although Ken was very curious about why a tribe with [Eagle Spirit] was named after a sheep, he respected the other party's privacy just as the other party respected his own privacy.

Wusenbu is very measured.

He didn't open his mouth to talk about it, which meant that it was inconvenient to speak.

Klett sat on the ground, enjoying a warm bonfire with the mercenaries, as well as refreshments.

The war songs of the fern tribe were heavy and surging, and the breaths of the giant beasts rose and fell accordingly. The communication between the two sides at the soul level was very intense.

Clayton said: "Sings beautifully. He must love this wilderness very much."

Ken looked back at his face. The material of the mask was unknown. Even if the explanation was not given in the remarks, he could still feel that it was not ordinary.

Wusenbu will have to struggle for a while.

So Ken sat down, turned the bonfire, and used the combustion accelerant to improve the color of the flames. Light and warmth can make the downcast feel happy.

"Hello, Pioneer."

Ken heard the familiar Southern Xinjiang accent.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Clater turn around, his white eyes seemed a little strange and full of mystery, and the other party said:

"Can I have a taste of the food you brought?"

Without saying anything, Clater pointed to his 【Albert Armor】.

Ken followed the other party's gaze and lowered his head, and saw the back buckle he used to load the battle ax, and the bag containing the items beside the bronze sculpture.

"this?"

He himself wasn't quite sure, but when he reached out, there was indeed a complete supply of dry food.

It was a piece of crisply roasted meat strips, which was generous in quantity, dry and attractive, and was carefully wrapped with camellia tea leaves to prevent the flavor from overflowing.

Ken took one, handed over the food, and said, "Obviously, not only are you good at seeing people, but you also have a top-notch sense of smell!"

Clayton showed a joyful expression.

Ken noticed that the other party was a little slow in handing over the items, but he could always accurately perceive the direction of the items.

A shadow fell over the campfire.

"Boss," Langz heard the news, "I, I want to try it too!"

Kuima immediately stood up to stop the giant: "Don't even think about it."

The team is equipped with enough dry food, which is enough for Langzhuohuo. This kind of delicate delicacy must not be handed over to the giants, otherwise it will all be in vain!
Crater took one with restraint, and put it in his mouth.

His chewing and swallowing movements are very elegant, and his expressions are expressive. Even though he is in the wilderness now, sitting around a campfire with a dozen strong men, the air is filled with the smell of dust and beast dung...

But Kreiter can feel the feeling of evaluation.

"How does it taste?" Ken could hear that he was enjoying it. "Our tribe's hunting team brings back abundant food every day."

"Indeed, and, moreover, the meat is full of emotion."

Clayton showed a teasing expression.

It looked like reading the love poems of the late poet in an elegantly decorated library.

"Are you kidding, right? Or, sourness is the characteristic of your profession."

Lowndes chewed on the piece of meat and complained.

Ken ended up sharing his food anyway.

Both Quema and Bolton have a share, and the amount is not much, so everyone just tasted something new.

Ken was very curious about Crater's views on the world, so he asked the other party to continue the conversation along this topic.

The bard did not refuse, saying:
"I can taste carefulness and tenderness. Why can court food critics use a small silver spoon to find out the lazy helpers in the back kitchen? It is because of emotions and techniques that determine the quality of food."

He turned to Ken's direction and continued: "That's a girl, right? She's a very good child with a clean and pure personality. She should be very careful in doing things, and she's always looking at you."

Ken recalled.

Of course he knew that it was the food made by Joan. After all, every time Zhanjing stayed in the tribe, all the changing of clothes and cooking of food would naturally fall on her head.

The other wives, including Xi Wei, seemed to acquiesce to this rule.

"You only got to know someone after tasting the food?"

Ken picked up the strip of meat, sniffed it, and continued to chew it in his mouth. He could only taste it—it tasted very good, and it suited his own taste.

Crater waved his hand with a smile, and corrected: "It's tracing. I'm good at outlines, but if possible, I hope to visit your tribe. Can I meet that girl by the way?"

Ken did not refuse, and turned to discuss with Bolton.

The original plan of the mercenaries was to part ways on the avenue, and then go southward to seek help from the nearby camp. At that time, the guild would send people to pick them up.

The mercenaries including Bolton seemed to respect the bard very much.

He struggled for a long time, finally satisfied Kleite Wu's request, and started to plan the itinerary: "In this case, we can only act separately. Mo Lie will take the brothers to the rice husk camp to send a message to the guild. I will accompany you. Go back to Thornton Kaya, sir."

Bolton showed an embarrassed look: "Mr. Ken, I didn't expect to trouble you. The warehouses of the guild are basically outside the high wall. It will take time to transport the things, but I guarantee that all remuneration will definitely be according to the highest standard."

"Oh, yes," Kreiter suddenly said, "I should also prepare a thank you."

Ken waved his hand and didn't care.

He loves adventure and meeting different, interesting souls.

Composers have a very eccentric charm, which makes them a worthwhile friend.

Plus……

The fern tribe has helped to domesticate the giant beast, the problem of Santon Kaya's labor force has to be solved, and Wusenbu has also obtained a music score that seems to be very important.

"In all senses, I don't need you to do something for me deliberately, but if you want to come to the tribe, I welcome you, don't feel guilty, understand?"

Kane said to the mercenaries and bards.

He raised the simple pottery cup in his hand and shared the last bottle of fermented rice with everyone.

These containers have become standard equipment for hunting teams and scouts, making it easy to get food in the wild.

After the tribe has abundant resources, it has begun to pursue uniqueness.

Those purchased silks, as well as the fur produced after each hunt, and the continuous production of pottery in the workshop...

All began to wear the logo of Thornton Kaya.

Claire ate very happily.

He was looking forward to the next journey, and everyone started chatting about interesting topics to pass the time.

Kuima asked him: "I heard that the elf queen of the moon tree shadow has something to do with you?"

All eyes were on the bard's masked, scarred face, as if they were waiting for an answer.

"I have been to the capital of the elves, tasted Bolu, and listened to a very interesting and heavy story as a friend..."

Without saying anything, Clayton gradually revealed a nostalgic smile.

"I wrote a poem and they gave it to the team to sing. It seems to have played a role in the battle against the invasion of the Batman army. Well, that's it."

(End of this chapter)