You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 45 Meeting
The beginning calendar is 877 years.

6 month 1 day.

morning.

Yige stood in front of the tombstone of "Tomb No. [-]", which was slightly thawed with frost.

The whole cemetery was shrouded in a creepy atmosphere.

When the wind blows, it brings a slight groan, as if the souls of those buried in the tombstone are telling their past in endless pain.

These voices echoed in Yige's ears, but they didn't move him.

Although the atmosphere of death and fear is pervasive around him, he appears to be calm and composed with ease.

Time slipped through the fingers like fine sand, passing quietly while the black-robed apostle was waiting.

The sun rises to the sky.

A sudden and terrifying sound suddenly sounded

This is the dull and fierce sound of the stone rod striking the fir tree.

Every strike carries an irresistible power, as if declaring the power of the striker to the whole world.

The voice was as bad as a devil, and it was so piercing that it made people's hearts tremble.

It neither reverberates softly in the air nor moves lightly through the leaves.

On the contrary, it was so heavy, full of anger and terror.

Every tap brought a dismal groan from the trees.

They broke in the shock, howling.

The knocking sound became more frantic.

It seemed to be the roar of an evil beast from the abyss of hell, echoing in the silence.

The cowardly tremble.

Iggy dismissed it.

He just stood still.

The knocking sound that gave people the feeling of never stopping lasted for a long time.

Finally, it ends with the mournful falling sound of a fir tree.

The sound of footsteps sounded immediately.

Four hummock-high humanoid monsters came out from behind the woods.

Their broad and strong chests are like a solid fortress, engraved with thick and powerful muscle lines.

The strong limbs are extremely strong, and the muscles are stacked together like a mountain of rocks.

Unparalleled strength and explosiveness are displayed in every flexion and extension.

Yige stepped forward slowly, and greeted the approaching trolls:
"Welcome to the northern cemetery."

"Priests of Gwabrak and other troll friends who follow the ceremonial ways."

"Oh?" Guabrak, who had rushed to the place, sensed a different meaning, and replied in his usual loud and clear voice, "Hahaha Priest Yige, thank you for your enthusiasm."

"But we used to hunt here often."

"Going back to the northern cemetery is like coming home to the Big Stick Clan. "

"By the way, our 'music' didn't scare you just now, did it?"

"You know, it's best not to let irrelevant humans know about our meeting for the time being."

"So I want to use this method to tell them to leave first."

Yige's smile remained the same: "You are very considerate, Priest Guablac."

"So, without further ado, let's hand over the supplies?"

"Of course, of course." Hearing this, Guabrak smiled boldly and gestured to the three tribesmen behind him.

The three trolls immediately put down the wolfskin bag from their shoulders.

The bag hit the ground with a short thud.

Through the loose openings, Igg could vaguely see the layers of fur in the bag closest to him.

Guabraque's loud voice sounded again:

"Priest Yige, most of these are the old skins left by our "Big Stick Clan". "

"There are rabbit skins, fox skins, and wolf skins."

"I haven't had time to deal with the new skins I've made these days. I'll bring them to you when we meet next time."

Yige nodded slightly: "Thanks to the "Big Stick Clan" for their dedication. "

"I've brought some food that you might like."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the tombstone gathering place in the cemetery behind.

Not long after, a cart was rolled out.

There were six large linen sacks piled upon it.

Noticing that the eyes of the trolls were attracted by the things on the car, Yige smiled calmly:
"Priest Guabulak, these are the foods I bought from Talek. "

"Except for the two kinds of rabbit meat that are common here in the cemeteries."

"And venison, mutton, and pickled cabbage from Docktown. "

The trolls only know rabbit, and have never heard of venison and lamb, let alone pickled kale.

The eager Grox got the acquiescence of the two priests, and stepped forward to open all the sacks.

Immediately, the smell of meat wafted away.

Let the trolls who haven't eaten for a long time are just about to move.

Guabulak looked at the hopeless looks of his subordinates.

I deeply feel that it was a mistake to bring so many people out.

He scanned several pockets and accidentally found a bundle of leaves.

It seems that this is the pickled cabbage that Yige was talking about.

Take a closer look.

The bright white cabbage leaves are stacked tightly together to form a plump and strong whole.

Attractive appearance with brilliant color.

Without asking Yige, Guabrak tore a large cabbage leaf and put it in his mouth under the anxious gaze of the other trolls.

The first thing you feel is its unique aroma.

The slightly sour and fresh taste hits the face.

On the first bite, the outer layer is slightly chewy, but not hard to chew.

The inside is soft and juicy.

Every bite can feel the subtle and coordinated taste experience——

It not only stimulates the taste buds on the tip of the tongue, but also has a slightly sour and refreshing feeling.

Looks like Iger did get some good stuff.

Guabrak then tore another small handful of pickled cabbage and shared it with the other three trolls.

The movements of the trolls surrounding them became faster and faster one by one.

Catch it and swallow it.

There were satisfied looks on their faces:
"Boss, this stuff is much tastier than rabbit meat."

"Unbelievable! There is such a refreshing good thing in the world."

Guabrak was too lazy to care about the fuss of his trolls.

Instead, ponder the importance of pickled kale.

The trolls have lived in Daxue Mountain for so many years.

The main source of food is animal meat.

To be more precise, it is rabbit meat, fox meat and wolf meat.

In addition to the taste of rabbit meat, the taste of the latter two is completely indescribable.

It's just that most of the time, trolls don't have a choice at all.

As long as the stomach is hungry enough, anything is delicious.

I was so hungry that I gnawed on all the fur and moss.

Even if there is meat to eat, it is a good year.

Naturally, no one mentioned the taste.

But since I believed in the god of etiquette.

There is even a reserve of snowstorm bear meat in the lair.

It is now possible to trade with humans through Yig.

The haze of food shortages has temporarily dissipated.

The trolls are then eligible to improve their diet.

These days, the clan's relatively successful northward march certainly made Guabulak happy.

The lair was also immersed in joy because the clan warriors successfully hunted down the snowstorm bear.

But as a troll leader brought by his father and cultivated for many years, Guabulak knows a truth:
The development and success of the clan must feed back into the lives of each member.

Hunting is rewarding, and the meat must be divided among everyone.

It's that simple and straightforward.

This time's northward march was recognized by the clan members, which is inseparable from the fact that the pioneer team brought back the snowstorm bear meat.

Killing the snow storm bear itself can indeed arouse the clan's sense of honor.

But this stimulation cannot last long.

After everyone gets used to this, what can really make everyone still support the northward movement is the harvest of meat.

However, who can guarantee that every time they go north, they can bring back meat?
If going north was so lucrative, the "Big Stick Clan" would have set out to pioneer.

In fact, every snow mountain starting from the fifth peak.

There is nothing but ice and stones.

If it wasn't for the pioneering team who happened to kill two snowstorm bears wandering to the eighth peak one after another.

This time going north, it was almost impossible for the team not to go hungry.

Even if the vicinity of the nest is searched clean before departure, most of the food stored in the storage area will be used up.

The members of the pioneering team brought what they thought was ample food.

But in the end, after consuming their own food, the team ate all the flesh and organs of a snowstorm bear in order to satisfy their hunger.

Of course, there is relatively enough food here, so the development team members are not too restrained when eating.

But there is no doubt that the consumption of meat is astonishing when traveling north through half of the snow-capped mountains.

It is impossible for the Pioneering team to pin their hopes on encountering the lone Snowstorm who happens to be wandering around every time.

In case the next time you go to the "Bear's Blood Cave", there will be no snow storm bears hanging around the eighth peak.

Or, to be more extreme, it just so happened that snowstorm bears were gathering in groups near the eighth peak.

Then the pioneer team is likely to face a situation where there is no hunting.

At that time, let alone bring meat back to the lair.

It would be great if he could not consume the small amount of jerky stored in the two temporary strongholds this time.

As the leader of the clan and the captain of the pioneering team, Guablac must consider this possible situation in advance.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to the deal with Iger.

By exchanging goods with humans, Guabrak can now exchange the pelts that are of little value to the trolls in exchange for food that the clan has long needed to expand the diet.

In this way, he can maintain or even improve the living standard of the "Big Stick Clan" to reduce the clan's resistance to the massive consumption behind the northward march.

The entire "Big Stick Clan" knew that the northward development was an order from the gods.

Therefore, even if he really bears more pressure in life because of this, he will still pay for the northward plan.

But there is a difference between giving unwillingly and giving wholeheartedly.

With pickled kale that is top notch.

There is also venison and mutton that are pretty good just by the smell.

Guabulak became more confident in fulfilling the oracle's instructions.

Seeing Guabrak lost in thought, Yige frowned and asked:

"Priest Guablac, are you satisfied with what I brought?"

"Of course I'm satisfied, Priest Yige."

"Thank you for the food!"

Guabulak's heroic voice echoed in the empty cemetery, and it sounded sincere.

"It's just that next time, can you bring some more food?"

"As you know, we trolls eat much more than humans."

Hearing Guabulak's request, Yige pondered for a moment and agreed:

"That's all right, Priestess Guabrak."

Yige was a little unsure whether Guabrak made this request because he realized that in the human kingdom, the value of the furs he provided far exceeded the food that Yigger gave.

This is actually not surprising.

The trolls have dealt with humans for hundreds of years, and it is reasonable to have some general understanding of the currency value of human society.

Yige prepared a lot of materials this time, but in fact, he spent less than 9 silver coins in total.

Not to mention the comparison with the fur brought by the trolls this time.

Even if he only took a look at the dozen snow fox furs he took from the troll lair last time.

He also took advantage of the sky.

However, the account is not calculated in this way.

Currently, Yige can only hand over supplies to the troll alone.

After all, strictly speaking, he is the only one in the entire Black Ritual Church now.

There's only so much you can bring.

Since the god mentioned in the oracle that he was asked to bring food to Guabrak.

Then he must carry out the orders of the gods without any deviation.

Besides, food is what the trolls need most.

If it is only calculated according to the value of human society, then it is equivalent to the fur given by the trolls.

Igda can go buy some exotic stones or something.

It's just that in the eyes of the troll, the value of a hundred strange stones may not be as valuable as a piece of meat.

Because of this, Yige originally wanted to make a few more trips to give the trolls more meat.

Unfortunately, the entire "Talek" meat trading market is so big.

Buy too early and there is no condition for preservation.

Rao Yige started preparations in advance.

In the end, I saved up the amount of a car.

When the Black Ritual Church grows stronger, he will have the opportunity to talk to the butcher merchants about large-scale reservations.

At that time, it will naturally provide more meat to the trolls.

So his hesitation just now was not actually about Guabulak's request for more meat.

It's about whether or not to bring a new church member like Mary along.

At this stage, the relationship between the gift of black and the trolls is still a secret.

But the secret obviously cannot be kept forever.

As an apostle of the God of Ceremonies, Yige believes that the clergy of his church should also accept, or at least understand, the existence of the troll followers of the God of Ceremonies.

This is not just because of the natural centripetal force brought about by common beliefs.

It is also based on Iger's actual needs.

He and the trolls currently meet every two months because everyone is still in its infancy.

When it develops, the frequency of meetings will naturally increase.

Similarly, the amount of material exchange must also increase.

As an apostle, Yige participated in every handover personally, which seemed of little significance.

In the end it was always the lower clergy who were responsible for such matters.

However, these are all later stories.

Yigger saw that the trolls had quickly unloaded the food from the cart, and put the three bags of furs on it.

Feeling that the timing was about right, he took out a small object from the pocket of his robe and handed it to the troll leader:

"Priest Guabulak, this is a gift from me on behalf of our Black Ritual Church."

"I hope you can accept it before you go."

"Huh?" Guabraque's eyes moved, and he took a delicate pocket watch.

The dial is elegantly black, and the silver hands move between clearly identifiable digital scales.

The dial is inlaid with bright silver hollow rectangular patterns, making the whole pocket watch quite luxurious.

Looking up and down at the pocket watch, the corners of Guabrak's mouth rose, revealing a delicate expression that is hard to see on trolls:

"Thank you for your gift, Priest Yig."

"The return of our gift of the stick will be delivered next time."

(End of this chapter)