"I have to think about how to live in the future, since we have survived the catastrophe, there is no reason to give up the right to live because of the predicament in front of us!" said the beast girl warrior strongly, she looked at her little daughter, there was a hint of love in her eyes, she gently stroked the girl's forehead with her hand, the girl tried to nibble on a fragrant wheat cake, a layer of fine sweat appeared on the tip of her forehead and nose, she became very quiet when she ate, she was a very obedient little girl. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The orc warrior continued, "I brought them here from the wasteland, but I don't have the ability to make them better, there will still be people who will starve because they have no food, some people who will be sick and have no money for healing, and even the temples on the side of Mount Antioch will not allow orcs to enter. ”

The orc warrior glanced in the direction of the Divine Temple, her big black eyes filled with disappointment.

I don't think the priests in the temple will give any help to the orcs, they believe in Lady Liberty, and these orcs only believe in their ancestors, and their beliefs are different, so it is impossible for the priests to give holy water to these pagans to use. The orc warriors probably didn't understand the root of the problem, but simply thought that the priests in the temple also rejected the orcs, but in fact, the most fundamental reason was different beliefs.

She already had some leadership qualities in her, and she continued: "Although it is rich here, it is for humans, the people here are very repulsive to orcs, it is difficult for orcs to find work here, even if they do hard labor, no one hires orcs, although we are more powerful than humans, and we will be more obedient to our duties, but no one wants to believe us, they would rather rot those golden apples on the trees than use our people to pick them for them." ”

Of course, you will not be used to pick golden apples, and the people of El City regard the method of making golden cider as the most important treasure, how can they easily show it to the orcs!

There was a look of nostalgia and yearning in her eyes, and under her eyes I seemed to see the snow-capped Snow Mountain of the beast god.

She sighed and said: "We have lived here for five years, but we still can't change the prejudice of the people here against us, on the contrary, there are more and more contradictions, many of our companions have begun to miss the Pai Plateau, everyone thinks that even if they die, they should die on the land of their homeland, so that at least we can listen to the wind on the Pai Plateau, maybe we are more suitable to live a life of half nomadic and half hunting in the wasteland." ”

In fact, I also think that the Pai Plateau is more suitable for orcs, and there are countless herds of bison, which is simply a paradise for orcs.

"Why are you here when you choose to go home?" I asked, puzzled.

At this time, I heard her stomach rumbling, and handed her a golden wheat cake, and seeing that she was hesitant, knowing that she was thinking of her compatriots who were still starving, I comforted her: "I allow you to bring the rest of the food to your fellow citizens, but before you can eat enough." ”

She picked up a piece of wheat cake and took a bite, swallowing it hard before she said to me, "I'm just trying to raise some money for the journey, and I can still remember very well the way home, there was hardly anything to eat on that part of the mountain, and we had to bring enough food to get there!"

"So you chose to sell yourself in exchange for some money to go home?" I was finally able to understand what the orc warrior was thinking at this moment, no wonder the slave auction house did not have any restrictions on her, not even the most basic collar around her neck, it seemed that she would not run away, speaking of which, the person who wanted to sell her was actually herself, she wanted to use those gold coins as the fare to go home, and send those orcs who were in trouble back to the Pai Plateau safely.

The orc warrior nodded helplessly, acquiescing to my whole ridiculous statement,

I think sometimes, the burden on her shoulders can overwhelm a person, the orc warrior has always been the leader of this orc team, she has been used to carrying all the problems on her own shoulders, I never thought that she was forced by life in the end, and she had no choice but to sell herself and her daughter!

The meal was a little dull, only the half-orc girl ate very happily, she tasted the first sip of sweet milk, the rich expression in her eyes was like a gorgeous fireworks in the night, the face full of sweet smiles, surprised and full of surprise, she was even reluctant to drink it in one gulp, divided a large bowl of milk into several mouthfuls, and tasted the delicious taste little by little, the remaining half of the wheat cake in her hand was gnawed neatly, probably wanting to keep the remaining half, but she always couldn't resist the temptation of the wheat cake, and always wanted to bite it, so that the remaining half of the wheat cake was full of fine tooth marks。

I sighed in my heart, thinking that Fanny had also let me drink this kind of milk with a strong smell before, but I shirked it because of the strong taste of the milk. When I saw the appearance of the little orc girl, I realized that I had been living a life of abundant food and clothing, and the happy days slowly slipped away from my fingers, but I didn't care at all.

Bobby even carefully ordered the elf slave girl a little fruit and smoked fish, and then I thought that the elves don't seem to like cereal and meat food, the elves prefer to eat fruit and fish, the elf slave girl has been sitting quietly in the corner, if it weren't for the orc girl's eyes on the remaining half of the smoked fish, I would have almost forgotten her existence, when she eats, she is very elegant, almost does not make any sound, just peeking out of the cloak a white lotus-like arm, holding a plum and chewing carefully。

The natural hatred between elves and orcs has not changed in the slightest since they became slaves, and I found that the distance between the orc warriors and the elven slaves at the entire table was the farthest, and the two never made eye contact, never touched the kind of food they had eaten.

At this moment the waiter outside the curtain opened the curtain and walked in, holding a huge casserole in his hand. I remember when we were on the caravan, Kuz and I had this casserole, and it was the most delicious stew to use.

The familiar scent wafted to me, and I sniffed it carefully with my nose.

I blurted out and said in surprise, "Guinea pig meat stewed vermicelli?"

In the past few years, I haven't found a place to sell vermicelli in El City, and I think that since canned luncheon meat has appeared on people's tables, there is no reason why the well-received vermicelli should not appear, unless it is Kuz who seals the method of making vermicelli, but the strategic policy of exchanging potatoes for food is formulated by Kuz and I from the very beginning, which has a crucial benefit for the development of the orc tribe.

"You know it's called vermicelli?" said Bobby, looking at me in surprise.

I nodded, a strange look in my eyes, but I couldn't tell him that I had invented the vermicelli.

Or can I tell him quietly that the vermicelli is actually made from sweet potatoes that even slaves don't like to eat? No, it's impossible.

"This dish is very delicious, except here, there is no second big food shop in El City that can make this dish, this thing has recently swept the entire Sloy Province, and it has been out of stock, only in a small border town like El City, the information is lagging behind, and it will not understand its delicious ......"

Bobby began to show me his unique insight into 'guinea pig stew vermicelli'......

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

This is the slum outside the moat of the city of El, some of the homeless and poor people who do not have the money to buy a house in the city to live here are gathered here, because this is a slum, so no tax official goes here to collect taxes, with the help of this convenience, many delicate businessmen gradually build simple factories and workshops here, there is no need to pay high taxes, the land is very cheap, only need to use a wooden fence to simply enclose the place, and then take the sketched map in your hand, go to the town hall to register, pay a certain fee, and complete the preliminary land lease agreement。

The cheapest hard labour can be found outside the city, and the slums here are home to a large number of refugees from the outskirts of the city, and this spring, the barbarians of the ice and tundra have been wreaking havoc outside the city for nearly a month, driving the scattered inhabitants of the city to the city of El.

There was an abundance of cheap labour to be hired by the various workshop owners, there was not a decent street, a low shack was built on the banks of the moat, and I even feared that the simple houses made of branches and thatch might be blown down by a gust of wind, and that there were everywhere children who could not afford to wear clothes, blackened as coal by the vicious sun, but still willing to play in the sun.

Some yellow-skinned vagrants lie motionless in the shack, and the best way to delay hunger is to lie down quietly, which is better if you can fall asleep.

A large amount of steaming steam came out of the slaughterhouse not far away, and there was a constant flow of reddish blood water from the drainage ditch into the moat, and truckloads of beef cattle and pigs were driven into the slaughterhouse by the traders.

Adjacent to the slaughterhouse is a large leather workshop, on the left side of the workshop there is a large area of land fenced with a wooden fence, in which there are rows of neat wooden shelves, some ripe hides are dried on it, almost the entire drying yard has been covered with all kinds of dancing skins, probably this leather workshop business is very good, almost everyone in it is trotting all the way when walking.

Everyone cherishes their work very much, and if you slow down here, you will be fired by the owner of the workshop, and there are a large number of people outside the workshop who want to find a job.

Especially in the middle of summer, the weather is so hot and humid that it is almost on fire, the air here is mixed with all kinds of bad smells, the streets are very dirty, the elf slave girl who obediently followed me is already extremely pale at the moment, she stares at the street full of all kinds of garbage and feces, her whole body is trembling slightly, she has tried her best to control herself, but I still noticed her strangeness. For the elves who have always liked to be clean, this place is like hell, her face is covered with a thin layer of sweat, and in such a hot day, she is covered with an impermeable cloak, no wonder it is not hot.

At this time, I remembered that the black ** magic cloak on the elf slave girl was almost empty, and she didn't even have a pair of boots.

I motioned for her and the orc warrior to wait for me, and then avoided the dirty garbage on the street and ran straight to the gate of the leather workshop, where there were some goods on a shelf outside the gate, although it looked very rough workmanship, but it looked genuine, a pair of calfskin boots was sold tightly for seventy-five copper plates, and when I went out of the city, I forgot to buy a set of clothes for this elf, this leather workshop even had simple tight-fitting leather armor, and the style was also cool in summer, which looked pretty good, and the price was extremely fair.

I walked back with a pair of women's calfskin boots, and a sleeveless soft leather vest and cool leather pants in the style of tight cropped pants in the other hand, and led the elf slave girl through the low shack to the embankment by the moat, signaling that she could wash her feet in the river, and then put on brand new boots, her big clear eyes were full of gratitude to me, she gently said a word of elf to me, but I was only half-baked about elven language, and could only understand some ancient elf spells, but for elf slave girls like singing, but I didn't understand the language of elf slave girls like singing。

I've always been concerned about the life and past of the orc warrior, but I have neglected this elven girl, in fact, I don't know how to place her for a while, and I can't take her home like this, in which case Fanny and Tracy don't know what kind of eyes to look at me.

The orc warrior pointed to the charcoal hill not far away, and signaled that their makeshift shack was behind the charcoal field, but I had no intention of waiting for the elf slave girl here, and motioned for her to come up after changing her clothes, and I didn't even pay attention to the fact that the collar around her neck was not engraved with my name, and walked towards the charcoal field with the orc warrior in tow.

This is already the outermost part of the slum, and in the outermost part of the pile of charcoal, there is a neat black yard of coke wall towering in front of my eyes, and several shirtless laborers are flying their arms to load neat pieces of 'honeycomb coal' onto the railroad mine carts carrying coke, and the coke truck is constantly being pulled away by the coolies.

More than half of the residents of the entire Elcheng urban area prefer to use the charcoal from the charcoal field here.

It was the first time I had seen these uniformly shaped 'honeycomb coals' here, and I didn't need to look closely to know that this kind of coke was transported from the orc tribe, and I don't know when the trade between the orc tribe and the Grimm Empire had become so close that Kuz's coke business had actually spread here.

This kind of coke is far more resistant to burning than Ziqingshan City charcoal, and a piece of cylindrical 'honeycomb coal' can burn continuously for about a day and a half.

I'm all too familiar with this 'honeycomb coal', which is made by grinding the residue of zombie limbs from boiling corpse fire oil into a fine powder mixed with some clay and coal dust, and pressing it with a mold. I didn't expect some of my jokes and simple assumptions at the beginning, but now in just a few years, the business of 'honeycomb coal' has been made so big by Kuz that even in a small border town like El City, there are traces of it...... (To be continued.) )