Hey, King!

2021-06-17

Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Part 62 Golden Dogs

In less than half a day, "Dwarf Prince" has It has become the code name of Dagon, as if these four words are easier to remember than the two words "Dagon".

According to Toby's theory, they're all idiots - thought Dagon. Being called a dwarf Prince is not without merit, because he can choose to ignore or ignore according to the situation. If it's important, they'll eventually remember the name "Dagon" anyway, and is there something important in the caravan?
Dagon has been observing that perhaps the only two things that matter are tying up the boxes and getting paid. It would take two days to actually leave Jiangu City, but it would only take half a day to move those boxes, or at most a whole day, and the caravan was dragging its feet, obviously too slow.

He didn't quite understand what was going on, he was busy setting up his own nest. It's a corner that takes up about 1/4/2022 of a four-wheeled carriage, and if you're lying down and can't stretch your legs, if you're standing up, you'll bump into a small area of the canvas canopy. There are two rectangular crates on his left and six sacks on his right. Luckily, the boxes were filled with shoes and the sacks were filled with clothes, and they barely smelled and didn't collapse at night and smash the bridge of Dagon's nose.

It was wrong, it should be daytime. Dagon sleeps during the day, and at night he has to keep vigil for a Silver Coin.

It's summer, and the day is very warm, so the small space in the car doesn't need to be kept warm. Dagon spreads a blanket over the deck and squeezes the pack into the corner to keep it firm and secure, and the nest is basically formed. After that, he patiently adjusted the positions of the various tools in the backpack and rearranged them according to the usual degree. On the outside is undoubtedly the family dwarven pot, and next to it is the tool box for washing.

Once the place was set up, Dagon began to observe the members of the Golden Dog Caravan. Gerros is their leader, and whenever he gives an order, it is executed immediately, although he rarely does. He spends most of his time smoking and drinking tea under the umbrella, reading attentively with an untitled book in his hand. Dagon took the opportunity of a conversation to ask about the book. The title of the book was "The Great Emperor's Biography", but Gerros did not say which Great Emperor's biography was, and only let Dagon guess.

Toby is the most active in the caravan, and his silhouette is almost everywhere. When everyone is playing cards, he will be responsible for counting chips; when loading goods, he will calculate the product. He always takes part in all the activities of the caravan and uses his excellent arithmetic skills in it.

Map head Maipu is the most insignificant guy. Unless he keeps staring at him, he will not know where he is going in a blink of an eye. This old man with red burn scars on the top of his head is very heat-resistant and always hides in the shadows, even under the horse's belly. As for his appear and disappear unpredictably, everyone never bothers to find him, just call him by name. Maipu is in charge of the ledger of the caravan, and everyone can put money with him and let him lend some debts. Caravans always go the same way, and there is a little more money from lending money.

Tess, the half-elf lady in the caravan, always carried her huge recurve longbow, and always carried twelve straight elven arrows in the quiver on her waist. She doesn't seem to be afraid of the heat, all she needs is a speckled white headscarf for shade, and she sits on top of the convoy all day, all day. Her only special need was water, she had four more jugs than the others, and Gerros was always in charge of filling her up. Miss Tess's eyes were sharp, but not hurtful, and Dagon didn't feel she was targeting or threatening him. Such an archer is very terrifying, Dagon commented on her.

There are also several dwarves in the caravan, among them Janzi and Solodo Bart brother are blacksmiths and wheelsmiths, respectively, the barrel hoop couple can identify, repair and polish gems, and they are quite good goldsmiths and tailor. They are craftsmen in the fleet, sitting in a car with extra springs, and their daily job is to refurbish and repair all kinds of things so they can be sold in the next town. For some reason, they don't like talking to Dagon and don't reveal anything but name.

Rusiga Gonte, this chubby Jiangu woman without a beard is the cook for the convoy, she is also a cobbler, and can carve ivory and bone. She has gray shaggy hair, a color that is relatively rare among the Jiangu tribe. It is said that her ancestors came from a deeper underground and were once influenced by monsters. Rusiga was always wearing a dirty black leather apron and sat by the fire, or peeled food ingredients and tossed them into pots, or sewed leather spikes and put them in the toolbox. Her eyes never leave the pot that cooks for everyone, and her nervous state is like a mother beast protecting her cubs. She didn't mind having a few words with Dagon, but in the third sentence it would move on to topics like recipes.

Other humans... Dagon has never seen a human before, and is still a bit face-blind, and often recognizes the wrong person. He knew Geros by his pipe and big straw hat, Toby by his broken yellow teeth, Maip by his bare map head, Tess by his longbow... In short, he still has to work hard to adapt to strangers. In the state of living together, there is still a lot to learn.

On the first night, Gerlos called the team members over to let them know what Prince the dwarf looked like, and don't silently stab him to death as a thief. Afterwards, Gerlos held a welcome party, which basically consisted of scooping an extra spoonful of thick vegetable soup for Dagon and throwing a piece of meat into it. "Two loaves of bread, it's dark but hungry." Geros said with a smile: "The team can't keep Prince's standard of living for you unless you add more money, more money."

Geros Knowing that Dagon can keep a vigil for the reward of 1Silver Coin, but he also said about adding money, I don't know what he was thinking. As for Dagon, he was looking at the clay pot he was holding in his hand and was worried. It was a jar of grey-green thick liquid, some oddly shaped items of yellow, red and purple suspended in the porridge, smelling of damp moss. Stir with a spoon, and the stagnation from the handle shows that the porridge is very firm, and there are some meat pieces and meat slices that have not been seen before. Dagon turned it over carefully, and he had never seen anything but water in the whole porridge.

For the same reason, he has not seen bread either. It's not that it's brown bread, white bread, or earthy brown bread, but Dagon simply hasn't eaten bread. Getting used to hash browns and only knowing hash browns, Dagon expressed doubts about the two slices of thick bread he got. The two pieces of "things" are quite hard. When you tap the pot, you can make a peng peng sound. When you break it with your hand, you can feel the obvious toughness. They are not friendly to teeth and can clearly feel a strong desire not to be separated and chewed.

This thing is food? It feels like eating in Jiangu City...not like food. Dagon took a good look at it and started eating immediately without rushing. Instead, he walked away with the jar and saw how others would eat it first.

First of all, the contents of the jar can be eaten, and so can Jiangu clansman. There's definitely nothing wrong with all the soups being cooked from the same big pot, and everyone gets a portion. And then the thing wasn't tasty, because no one would show an expression of enjoyment. Finally, bread is not eaten directly, or used as a plate, or is cut with a knife and soaked in vegetable soup, and it can be swallowed only after it is soaked.

There are very few vegetables in the ground, some roots and tubers are the most recent vegetables. Dagon thinks of lichen when he sees green, which is something that bear lizards don't want to eat. It's very unappetizing. He wanted Star Helm to taste it, and the little bear lizard only used his tongue to roll up the quick meat slices, and the others didn't even look at it.

What else could it be? With the unbearable taste, the stimulation that pierced his forehead, and even shivering after a few bites, Dagon spent a lot of effort to finally finish the food he was given. In fact, to be honest, when I took the first bite, I felt that everyone was going to die. When I took the fifth bite, I felt that maybe I could save it again. When I took the 20th bite, I thought: I can persevere, I can persevere, there is nothing at worst. of.

The torment in the mouth is over, but the stomach starts to complain. Dwarves are more resistant to disease and toxins than other races, but food does not fall into this category. Indigestion is not a disease, let alone poisoning, it is a normal physiological reaction. After eating this dinner, Dagon's stomach began to overturn the river and the sea, the dong dong dong dong kept producing gas, and there was a strong feeling of diving downward.

Fortunately, most of the people were asleep, so Dagon ran a little further, digging a hole to solve his personal problems. That night, he dug a total of four pits, finally overcame this difficulty and persisted until the second day. The next day's breakfast was still the same vegetable soup, served with bread, but each person had an extra sausage.

"The sausages taste good!" Toby complained to the cook, Rusiga. "Is this the ancient sausage dug up from the grave of the dwarves?"

"I don't know how long the sausage in Jiangu City has been stored, let alone who bought it." Rusiga never thinks there will be any problems with his meals, just like his own children are always bullied innocently. "Who's going to make this smart business on Maplechacha!"

"Are you sure the sausage is okay?"

"It's okay. It doesn't taste bad , but it is the way it is. The casings come from the intestines of the barracuda in the underground river. The filling is the broken leg meat of the acid soil spider, seasoned with some rock salt and hemp moss, and then smoked with peat. The fresh intestines are also It's just that taste, but these do last a long time."

"Uh... fish intestines and spider meat? Dwarves taste too heavy!" Toby held the intestines between two fingers, Hold high in the air, trying to stay away from the body, as if it were something extremely dangerous. "Dwarf Prince, I believe you haven't eaten this thing, have you?"

"Never." Dagon shook his head and said these three words without further explanation. In Jiangu City, the meat they want from patriarch will be cheaper, and this kind of sausage is not affordable. It is more a specialty of Jiangu City, which is used to trade for money. Dagon knew that there were two families in town who made this kind of sausage. They maintained the equipment every year, bought some materials from the hunting team, and made a small amount of sausage.

To Dagon, the sausage tasted good, and Starhelm in particular showed a lot of interest. So, he cut the sausage, gave half to the little bear lizard, and mixed the other half in the vegetable soup, hoping to trick the stomach and let it adapt more quickly. Only he didn't expect Toby shouted "Prince next" and threw his sausage over.

Dagon caught a glimpse of the sausage out of the corner of his eye, so he picked up his spoon and scooped it in the air, easily guiding the sausage into the bowl. "Thank you, Toby." He decided to give Starhelm another half of the sausage, and was secretly happy, completely unaware that some people in the caravan were pondering the smooth movement of the sausage he had just picked up.

(end of this chapter)