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Chapter 34 Pork Chops Still Warm
Chief longhouse.

Ethelnor sat on the high seat.

On the right are the wives and daughter Brünnhilde.

On the left is a small silver seated figure, symbolizing Odin seated on the magic chair.

"I don't like the cumbersome Southern etiquette."

Ethelnor looked at the two rows of tribal warriors standing on the left and right, and finally looked at Feng Daofu in the center.

He said with a gentle expression: "With everyone's witness, let's start directly."

"start!"

Margaret curled her lips secretly, and slowly lit the hearth.

The flames are lit.

The light and shadow of the high seat and the hearth overlap, as if to reproduce the situation where the gods overlook the whole world.

In the process of extending to the northeast, the hearth formed a small circular hearth near the northwest corner of the hall.

Sacrificial vessels are placed in the pillar pit, which symbolizes the courtyard for observing and overlooking the world.

Two priestesses came forward, each carrying a tray containing two wooden cups.

After a glass of wine, Feng Daofu formally worshiped his adoptive father.

Several tribal elders all smiled and congratulated.

With a humble mouth and satisfied face, Ethelno started the banquet with a big wave of his hand.

The crowd moved outside, and a group of bonfires were raised, and each group of bonfires had a roast pig, a roast sheep, or a roast deer.

"Come and drink the blood wine of the South!"

The leader split the barrel with an axe, and the red wine with sawdust flowed out.

The big plush hands held horn cups and handed them to the close warriors in person.

"My son, why don't you drink?"

Ethelno looked at Fengdorf.

Feng Daofu looked at his father-in-law's hand, and then at the sawdust in the wine glass.

I tried very hard to mobilize my negative traits, but this time whether I was a glutton or an alcoholic, I was quiet, as quiet as if I had entered the state of a sage.

Normally I wish I could dance seven times in one night, your mother knows how to play dead at this time
Feng Daofu smiled: "I still prefer the ale of our local tribe, which is more suitable for our physique."

He honestly knows that Vondorf doesn't have that kind of acting skills.

Fortunately, the plundering specialty - Double-Faced Man gave the camouflage success rate +50%, plus a few persuasion specialties, and finally fooled the enthusiastic adoptive father.

After thinking about it for a while, Vondorf took Brunhilde aside and cooked her a barbecue.

Honey water flows down the crispy maroon pork skin.

"It looks delicious."

Brunhilde suddenly thought of what her mother said one night: 'What is a husband?As for the husband, it means being able to have a good meal together and spend the rest of your life together. '

"What are you thinking about?"

His hands waved in front of his eyes.

Brünnhilde came back to her senses, looked at Vondorf's red face reflected by the campfire, and heard him say with a smile: "It's roasted, you can eat this piece of shoulder meat."

"How do you know I like shoulder meat?"

"Because I also think roasted pork shoulder is the most delicious part."

"Well, you eat first."

The silver-haired girl put the meat to Fengdorf's mouth.

Feng Daofu looked at her suspiciously: "Did you eat a bucket of rice before?"

"...Even I can't eat a bucket of rice!"

Brunhilde raised his voice by one degree, but quickly lowered it by three degrees, and whispered: "You work so hard on the barbecue, I reward you."

In order to prevent herself from feeling distressed, she thrust it into Feng Daofu's mouth as fast as she wanted to kill him.

Vondorf subconsciously drove towards death and life, and accurately grasped Brunhilde's hand in slow time, trying to turn back and stuff it back into her mouth.

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired girl was surprisingly strong.

Fortunately, after activating the drinking buff just now, Feng Daofu overwhelmed his fiancée and stuffed his fiancée's mouth with meat.

Brunhilde pouted and opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't speak fluently: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu(What are you doing?)"

Vondorf said with a smile: "It is more important to me that you are full."

Eat more, and develop again~
They are interacting here.

Some young warriors next to them looked at them, and then at the meat on their plates, and suddenly felt that their stomachs that were growling just now were no longer hungry.

"……drink wine!"

"drink!"

Drunk into the belly, numb yourself.

Feng Daofu glanced at them, and suddenly thought of the classic link in the novel.

Recently, Surrey and the others have all their "monster-killing drops" wiped out, and they don't give much experience. Using cold weapons to farm brown bears is prone to accidents.

If this group of warriors provoked them, it would be a good time to brush up a wave of skill experience.

Feng Daofu waited for a while, waiting here and there, but these people were actually unmoved!
Isn't my buddy the leader's adopted son, who has a younger brother named Bailai under his command, and hunted three giant bears in a few days!
How cowardly it is!

Does this qualify as a Viking?
Feng Daofu looked at several other blacksmith families, hoping to trigger the plot of colleagues being enemies.

Who knew that when they noticed their gazes, they actually gave them friendly smiles.

Like the North tribe, there is only one professional blacksmith market for every 1000 people, so the competition is not fierce.

Moreover, the relationship between the craftsmen and the leader is very close. They are completely direct descendants of the leader, so naturally they will not conflict with Feng Daofu.

Wanting to understand this point, Feng Daofu thought to himself that you guys are so knowledgeable about current affairs, how do you guys get experience?How to brush battle prestige?
Looking at Brünnhilde's oily lips, she suddenly had an idea.

He approached Brook and whispered, "I would like to trouble you with one thing, just say a word to them."

Brooke glanced at the young warriors and understood: "You want to provoke them?"

Feng Daofu said: "It's not provocative, it's telling the truth."

"What?"

"Brünnhilde, very moist."

"?"

Brook was silent for a full three seconds, and said dryly, "Okay."

Thinking of the favor he owed, Brook walked over silently.

After a while, the group of young warriors slapped the table angrily, and shouted at Feng Daofu: "Come wrestling!"

"Are they jealous?"

Brunhilde, who didn't know the reason at all, chewed quickly like a squirrel with a puffy face, swallowed the meat with a movement of his throat, and said apologetically, "I seem to have caused you trouble?"

Feng Daofu stood up: "This twists and turns are also worth remembering in the future."

The movement here attracted others.

Ethelno, who was blushing from drinking, laughed loudly and said, "Wrestling is good! Warriors use their fists to exchange souls!"

As soon as the leader said this, the matter was settled like this.

Collared slaves marched in front of the campfire, and soon moved out of a field.

The young warrior moved his body: "I am Commons, the second son of the Iron Sword family."

"Fondorf."

After simply saying his name, Vondorff said to Brunhilde, "Cut a pork chop for me."

Although the silver-haired girl was confused, she still obeyed: "I'll help you warm it up."

"Need not."

Feng Daofu did not say a reason, and walked into the circular open space.

"start!"

Ethelnor laughed and raised his arms, making a muffled sound in the air.

boom!
Commons rushed over with small steps and tentatively thrust his jab directly in front of Vondorf.

As the second son of the family, he has no inheritance rights and can only go to sea to work hard by himself. He has many years of plundering experience.

Using the jab as a test, after finding out what is true and false, it is a stormy attack. Missing? !

call!
The jab hit the air, Commons opened his eyes wide, and instinctively covered his head and face with his hands.

The next moment, there was a sudden pain in the knee socket, and the whole person leaned forward!
Cold sweat broke out on Commons' forehead. Just as he was about to adjust his body shape, he suddenly felt a hand wrapped around his neck!
"what!"

He subconsciously roared and struggled, but the hands were like iron tongs, suppressing all his resistance, and threw him flying, hitting the ground heavily!

boom!
The young warrior almost lost his breath after falling. He twisted his body and couldn't stand up for a moment.

The leader directly announced the result: "The winner has been divided!"

"Run +14"

"Running Lv3 (94%)"

Vondolf flicked his wrist and smiled at Brünnhilde. The pork chop in front of him was still warm!
　This is the first time I write this type, some lack of experience, and the rhythm is not arranged well.

　　I found a few books to study, but I found that I can read without thinking about the kind of global lord.

　　Those war scenes that are too detailed and well written like to skip because they are too tiring to watch.

　　Based on this, my plan is to focus on a relaxed and refreshing tone, and arrange more scenes in personal fights, followed by the development of forces. I feel that this is more aggressive.

　　I spent a lot of time studying and thinking today, so I will publish a 2k-word chapter for the time being.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)