Perhaps even Green himself didn't expect that this trip that revealed the urgency of the aura would bring considerable pressure to the monarchs in the territory. In Kinlungane, Altyn leaves with the swamp troops, Havestasia's whereabouts are unknown, and in places he can't perceive, the trusted Kunali commander Assesis is facing the Inquisitor Phantom with his sword. Whether it happened in the territory or in the jurisdiction of the royal capital Milt, Grimm did not know at this time, and in order to move towards the goal, the Duke of Jinlunga had devoted all his energy.

This journey of life made him really feel that some dreams can be realized, such as being a hero - or even a hero king. However, while trying to develop towards this, he hopes that he can be the first to be qualified for another identity.

Lord Jinlunga, the protector of this Pure Land.

Green is actually very lazy, and he prefers to be a hands-off shopkeeper rather than a hands-on businessman, adhering to the credo of "the right person is suitable", and delegates every part of the work to those who have talent. But on the other hand, he wants to be someone who can be trusted and trusted in times of emergency or difficulty.

Conquering the Behemoths and forming legions was undoubtedly something that only he could do well.

With trust in others, Green set out without hesitation.

So he is confident that they will not disappoint him either.

That's it.

After about two days of following Zorro and Beladona through the desert, the group of six finally broke away from the desert before sunset and entered the barren mountain area where Beamon lived. In any case, the desert at night is a pleasantly cold place, and the temperature difference between day and night is so great that even the sleepy insect Tear Bell cannot sleep peacefully.

"We're going to rest." After entering the barren mountain, Zorro spoke quickly, but his tone was still stiff.

Green thought for a moment, convinced that by "to" he meant "should."

"Although it seems to be early. However, Beamon has a keen sense of smell and is not good for us at night, so let's camp here. ”

No one objected to this, and soon the people unloaded their tents from the camels and began to set up camp for the night. Compared to the desert where you need to search for the right terrain, the barren mountains are at least less worried about being hit by sudden storms. The stability of the tent is also more reliable. The fire was lit, and Zorro was in charge of preparing the food, as was customary along the way, and the guy left silently, and after a while came back with a bloody breath, still carrying two rabbits in his hands, so that Samael kept staring at Zorro for a big fluffy tail showing out behind his ass.

"What a faux pas, Samael." Albert sat behind Samael. Gently tapped Samael's head with his staff.

The Berserker muttered and closed his gaze, not seeing Al behind him, staring intently.

Barbecued meat is generally indispensable when traveling in the wild, and even for large animals that cannot be ingested in a single meal on a weekday, the leftover meat can be smoked or dried to make jerky, which is better than dehydrated pastries. Zorro found two branches and planted them on either side of the campfire, and used a new branch containing water and non-flammable to delicately string the fur-stripped rabbits, which were skilful and apparently often survived in the wild. His barbecue skills are also quite sophisticated. It didn't take long for the browned rabbit to start bubbling with oil. Sprinkle a small packet of seasoning on his waist, and the aroma is immediately tangy.

"To be honest, I just expected you to bring salt, and I was even mentally prepared for sea salt."

Green sat down next to Zorro and accosted the drooling little fox.

Orion, who claimed to be a werewolf, remained silent and concentrated on turning the roast. His companion Bel Adona did not sit with him, but sat in the place where he got started. He was equally silent, but stared at Green, as if thinking about something.

Although the rabbit meat is not large, those who are good at barbecue understand that this roasting method is layered, and the outermost layer is completed. Zorro immediately drew his knife and cut off the meat on the periphery. By this time, almost everyone was staring at the slices of meat, but Zorro once again showed his negative social skills - the first-hand barbecue, which he handed to Beladona without hesitation, and only after a little leftover, did he hand it to his employer, and not to Green.

Green was also accustomed to Zorro's 'ignorance of the world', so he took two slices from Albert, who received the barbecue, one for the little fox and one for himself. After a moment, the feedback from the taste buds was surprisingly good, and Green couldn't help but look at Zorro's waist with a curious expression, "...... It tastes good, are you sprinkling your own seasoning powder? Can you lend me a look? ”

Zorro glanced at Green, probably not wanting to respond, but he didn't expect the little fox to look over with a little curiosity at the right time, and she licked her lips when she ate the food, completely unsatisfied. The werewolf hesitated, as if his neck twitched a little until the end, and then he untied the yellow cloth bag around his waist and handed it to Green.

"Thank you very much." Taking the seasoning packet, Green was afraid that the little fox would put his paws in and sprinkle the seasoning, so he deliberately raised his hand to untie it. The yellow cloth packet is made with a string that is threaded to form the shape of a bag, and there is a piece of paper padded inside to prevent the seasoning from leaking out of the gap in the cloth. Green unfastened his mouth slightly, and looked inside, where the powder was at least three colors, apparently made by Zorro himself. As he was watching, the light dimmed at the moment, and at some point Albert, Samael, and Claude also gathered around, and after taking the barbecue from the mage, they all seemed to be curious about this condiment.

"The red one should be chili powder, right?" Either how to call it a berserker, I didn't see anything else, the first thing Samael saw was red, "This thing is often eaten in our country." ”

"Wiltz is so cold, it's not unusual to eat chili peppers a lot." Green continued, "But do you produce peppers in your country?" ”

Pepper seeds can't germinate in land below fifteen degrees, and the Kingdom of Wilts is in the northernmost part of the continent of Cabez, which is a standard subarctic region according to the earth's planning.

"Yes...... Right? Samael was clearly stunned by the question, and he was not sure.

On the other side, Alteber and Claude were still watching, and it was the young black wizard who spoke: "So, those white ones are grains of salt?" ”

Zorro was probably impressed with Albert and nodded slightly. The amplitude was so small that no one could see it.

The corners of Bel Adona's mouth moved.

"There's a mixture of flavors, and there's nothing you can do about it, but if you guess, this strong pungent smell probably contains cumin and sage powder." Claude, who had shown his medical skills, sniffed carefully, and seemed to be particularly sensitive to taste. He consulted Zorro. The werewolf didn't object to a little of it—in fact, he didn't say anything—so Claude took off his gloves, stretched out a white finger, dipped a little powder in the spice packet, and put it in his mouth to savor it. This action is actually not elegant, but in Claude's appearance, it is surprisingly gentlemanly, and even the most standard nobleman may not be able to stand out.

However, just when everyone was attracted by Claude's professionalism, the little fox in Green's arms exploded in an instant. Perhaps even her master hadn't noticed, at the moment when Claude took off his gloves. Tearbell's eyes became terrifying, as if a species had met a natural enemy, full of high vigilance and the will to fight at any time.

The gentleman in black seemed to sense something, and glanced at the tear bells with a smile, and the two seemed to communicate in that instant.

"How? What to taste? Samael had no idea what was going to happen at that moment, and asked about everyday topics with a big grin. He was very impatient for Claude's technique, and in general, for the berserkers of the Kingdom of Wiltz. Perhaps only combat is out of their curiosity.

After all, fighting is the same as eating, sleeping, pulling, and putting what is in the same nature.

Completely indifferent to the little fox's sudden hostility, Claude carefully considered it. After a moment, he spoke slowly, but even Zorro tilted his head slightly, waiting for his conclusion.

"I can't guarantee that I will taste the whole flavor, but the cinnamon should be unmistakable, and this strange taste will definitely not be missed."

Everyone turned their heads to Zorro. The werewolf was embarrassed by the stares of the bunch of eyes, and suddenly turned his gaze and nodded awkwardly as he stared at the barbecue.

So everyone said, "Oh! With a sigh, he turned to look at Claude again.

"Earlier Samael mentioned the peppers, and tasted them carefully. It seems to smell of pepper - oh, with all due respect, the mint is also very clear. ”

This time, without everyone's eyes asking, Zorro himself turned his head and looked at Claude in astonishment, "You—How do you know?" ”

The werewolf's companion, the silent martial arts girl, also seemed to be interested in the topic. Her body didn't move, only her eyes moved to the position of everyone, and Green, who had always been curious about the source of her resentment, noticed this strange movement, and felt her scalp tingle.

Fortunately, she didn't grin intimidatingly.

"The sensitivity of the lower senses can be regarded as a unique advantage for those who practice medicine." Claude smiled elegantly, his eyes were crooked, how could he look at it and be full of gentlemanliness, "Speaking of which, when I taste the aftertaste, it seems to have a faint sourness, I don't know if it's tamarind?" ”

Zorro looked at Claude in disbelief with his mouth wide open, and it took him a long time to remember to nod.

"It's Mr. Claude, he really has an excellent sense of smell and taste, and not only that, but he can be regarded as knowledgeable." Albert clapped his hands lightly, praising Claude's wonderful performance.

Green also nodded, although he couldn't distinguish the ingredients inside, but after Claude's explanation, he felt that they were one by one, "I seconded it, it's really amazing, and a healer with such skills is now a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." ”

The little fox writhed restlessly in his arms.

"But when Claude says that, isn't it just a bunch of spices mixed with spicy food?" Samael sighed in amazement, picked up the pouch of spices, and began to belittle Zorro's craftsmanship again. The werewolf, who was surprised that Claude was so powerful just now, immediately turned cold, snatched the spice bag, and then sat aside to barbecue the meat.

"That, in fact, I still feel the smell of coconut oil below......" This time it was Claude's turn to be embarrassed, he hadn't finished analyzing, the owner of the seasoning had a cold face, and his side began to count the Samael assembly again, Mr. Gentleman looked left and right, shrugged his shoulders and gave up the explanation, still put on gloves, sat aside and decided to enjoy the food.

Tania's nights are dangerous, and even villages inhabited by barbarians are attacked by jackals and even monsters from time to time, let alone in this wilderness. Fortunately, several people are extraordinary, just the strength of Green alone near A is enough to deal with any crisis, not to mention the high-level demonic beast aura emitted by the little fox, compared to the human with vague strength, it can deter Xiaoxiao, this night is peaceful, but no one thought that just when the night passed and dawn was approaching, a terrible massacre was spreading rapidly in the valley.

The bloody qi gathered sharply in this barren mountain, like hell opening its bloody mouth.

The little fox, curled up in Green's arms, suddenly opened his eyes. (To be continued......)