Hey, King!

2021-06-17

Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Go back early
"Come, eat a slice of roasted heart."

Dagon After holding back the sleepiness and busy for two hours, I finally placed a new shack in another tunnel. Meat wraps sprinkled with antiseptic powder hang from high stalactites, and a bonfire of peat and grease is lit in the corner. Cut open to rinse the blood, the heart of the trumpet lizard was sliced by Dagon, and it was completely roasted on the fire, and even a little charred. Only in this way can it be ensured that the toxins in clean food can be removed, and the possible pollution of monster breath can be cleaned up.

The life of a hunter is not only about hard searching, patient waiting, fierce and dangerous battles, but also the joy of harvesting and sharing. After each successful capture of the prey, if there is still time to slowly taste the taste of the harvest, it is always a rare relaxation and enjoyment.

Starhelm also contributes, it will get a piece of roasted heart meat. Dagon carefully cut it into small strips with a broad dagger, and then cut it horizontally into pieces about the size of one third fingernail, which was convenient for the little bear lizard to swallow. Starhelm crawled out of the beard nest, patiently staring, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth onto Dagon's shoulder as Dagon processed the food. When Dagon said, "Eat it," Starhelm shot out his tongue, like a big frog, pulled a piece of meat into his mouth from a distance, and then twirled his chin to chew.

"Look at the wind later, I have to sleep." Dagon patted Starhelm's head and yawned, "Put up your ears and listen carefully, and wake me up whenever there is any movement. I'll take a few bites first, and I can't catch up when I'm hungry..."

Before going to sleep, he put the roasted meat pieces on the side and stuffed a few pieces into his mouth. Before he could swallow the meat in his mouth completely, he fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I don't know how long it was. Dagon's teeth were still stuffed with shredded meat, and his neck was a little numb as he leaned against the wall to sleep. Looking left and right, the star helmet was attached to the rock above his head, with a few drops of dew hanging on his body, and he kept his eyes wide open.

What a great friend. Dagon raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and Starhelm stuck his tongue with his tongue and tugged himself towards him. Climbing up his arms to his shoulders, now rubbing the dew on his beard, then burrowing in and sleeping warmly against Dagon's neck. The peat was gone, and all the minced meat was eaten, only the roasted heart was left.

"Successful sleep for another day in the wild." Dagon began to pack up the camp, tidy up, go pick up the crossbow and pack up, pick his teeth and practice his martial skills and mana. His day-to-day life as a hunter was like this, and time became very compact in his consciousness.

After some time, Doma rode Junlong back and was stopped by Dagon on the way. Briefly explaining the story of the big trumpet lizard, Dagon said helplessly: "The cave fishing crab trap has failed. Those guys ran out and dragged the wreckage of the lizard away. They were having a dinner. Starhelm stealth looked over and saw the number of people gathered. More than its fingers."

"More than twenty-four in one group? That can't be dealt with." Doma said, "How many are left in the cave crab burrow? How many do we destroy? Is it?"

"We made eight round trips this time, and each time there were three or four, plus last month's, probably..." Dagon scratched his head: "There are still three left. Ten to forty. In other words, it's basically all of them who come out to dinner."

"Should we try it?" Doma asked.

"No, it's too difficult and too dangerous, unless you're willing to sacrifice Junlong as bait." Dagon shook his head resolutely and said, "The hunting point of the cave fishing crab cave is basically over, let's go back and find some Hunter, after gathering your hands, let’s level it out. Although crab meat is delicious, cave-fishing crabs are carnivorous ambush creatures, so there is still a threat.”

“Alright, there are another thirty or forty. Just fishing for crabs in a hole should be able to complete the task." Doma clapped both hands and said, "Aiya, I forgot to tell you. The urgent task of the hunting union requires that in addition to the previous number of routine tasks, every An additional 500 catties for each person."

"Why? This time I came out and asked for 2,000 catties of meat per person, which is already close to the highest recorded hunting pressure. If it wasn't for this cave fishing crab nest, We don't know how long it took us to find such a large weight. Another five hundred pounds, what is this for?"

"The representatives of the Jiangu clan meeting are coming, and the lord is going to entertain them. Are you eating hash browns, honorable guests?"

"Hmph, you should eat whatever you want, aren't all the people in town eating hash browns?"

"You're right. Maybe the representative of the Jiangu clan meeting has never eaten hash browns and will find it very novel. Now many Jiangu clansman live on the ground, not underground like we have been living." Doma said: "When the lockdown is over, I must go to the ground to see what the sky looks like, what the sun looks like, and the clouds...I've never seen any of these."

"Neither have I." Dagon scratched He scratched his beard, looked forward to it for a while, and then said: "Okay, you should quickly let Junlong carry everything, let's send the lizard meat back, and then bring someone here to clean up the cave and fish for crabs. If we are lucky, not only us If you can overfulfill the task, you can also help others to complete the task."

"Well, okay, let's go back."

Since the closure of the city 60.5 years ago, Jiangu City has been No foreign guests have been received. For some young Jiangu clansman, it means they have never seen anyone outside. Lord Antoine Neal held a banquet in the castle, not for ostentation, but to test whether the city closure order is still so prestige. If the city closure order is released in advance, who will agree and who will would object.

There are many people who oppose it, and there are basically two reasons: the city closure order, and the lack of representation in the clan meeting. Jiangu clansman's clan meeting is a place to drink and fight, not Jiangu clansman's governing body. Only when it's time to vote for a new king will the clan council concentrate one's mind do something serious.

Because the life span of Jiangu clansman is more than 500 years, if he can use mana, he can almost extend his life to about 700 years old. Their character rarely changes, so the selection king is rarely in good health. To be re-elected by the clan council, so that the consistency and continuity of the policy can be guaranteed. Today's election king is only 380 years old, and his body is very strong, and the clan meeting has really become a necessary but unimportant institution. Therefore, the Neil family grandly entertained the representatives of the clan meeting, which was regarded as shameful by some residents.

At the behest of the lord, the distillery began to increase production. A large amount of potato flour, starter and spices are put into the fermentation and distillation equipment, and the beer with strong taste is produced. When the servants were cleaning the castle, they wiped wherever they could, and all items that could be cleaned had to be cleaned. The little treasure trove of the Neal family was opened, many decorations were put back where they belonged, and the whole castle had to be given a new look.

But of all preparations, the most important thing is the food.

When Dagon got home, there was no one at home, nor was Kuku. He first hid the satchel hidden under the cloak in the kitchen - it contained processed lizard meat and crab meat, which he smuggled back. Then Dagon asked the neighbors to the left and right, and only then did he know that the father went to the lord's mansion to train the guards on reception etiquette, and the mother was also in the lord's mansion, cleaning and washing clothes there. They didn't come back for the past two days, and settled the three meals and accommodation problems directly in the castle.

“When is the reception?” Dagon asked.

"There is still about a week left. It is said that the representatives of the clan meeting have already arrived outside the city, but they have not been let in." The neighbor shook his head and said, "It is said that this banquet will have a lot of food, and the Don't know how much it's going to be wasted by those reps. If only I could go eat. By the way, Dagon, you can go, right?"

"No one told me to go." Dagon shrugged Shrugged: "I've been hunting outside with the hunting team. The task at this time is very stressful. I've been back more than a week later than expected. No, I don't know anything, so I'm here to ask you."

"Uh...that's not right! You've restored Neil's surname. Don't we call you for a banquet at home? No, this machine is not in compliance with the rules, I have to give my opinion!"

"I'll go home as soon as I enter the city. The lord probably doesn't know about it. Don't make any comments. I'll go to the lord's mansion to see them and ask about the situation by the way."

" That's fine." The neighbor waved his hand and said, "If you can attend the banquet, don't forget to bring something to eat."

"I'll try my best." Dagon smiled and replied.

He didn't go directly, but went home first and took off the hunter's armored shirt and changed back to his regular clothes. You can't go to the lord's mansion with a head-hunting axe, nor a broad dagger, so these must be put down. The only thing you can bring with you is a table knife, a cutting knife no longer than a finger's length, without a blade on the tip.

While cleaning up, someone called him outside. A dwarf attendant from the lord's palace sent him a message, asking Dagon to accompany him to the lord's palace immediately to prepare a reception banquet to be held in four days.

"Are my parents...the Steelcasts invited?" Dagon asked.

"As far as I know, Mr. and Mrs. Arms Masters also have seats at the banquet. I'm sure they will be well looked after."

"I also need to bring Anything?" Dagon asked: "What can I bring and what can't I bring?"

"As far as I know, there is nothing missing in the lord's mansion, and there is no rule that anything can't be brought. Bring it." The waiter said: "Mr. Neil, you are going home, you can bring whatever you want."

"Hehe..." Dagon smiled awkwardly, he didn't think it was a return Family. His home is right in front of him, hugging him all around and above his head, the lord's mansion... at most, the place to receive rations.

"Then I'll take my things, please wait for me a moment." Dagon turned back, put on the armor shirt that Corona had repaired for him, and packed the dagger and the first hunting axe with him. . The things from the Hunter Union were temporarily removed. These did not belong to him, but were actually rented to him by the Hunter Union. Of course, he took the package of meat with him from the kitchen, and leaving it at home would only be a waste.

"Go, go to Neil's house." Dagon chuckled, looking very happy: "I haven't been to the banquet yet."

(End of this chapter)