(Girls' Literature) While the black dragon Peert Osuyer and the traveling merchant Leke Bryan were chatting from the carriage seat, the bustle of the village central square began.

First, a few men pushed a cart of goblin corpses that had been stripped of skin and picked up the rotten flesh and bones into the central square of the village, and the other villagers automatically gave way to them.

"Brother Peet Ausuye, look. There are more than a dozen goblin corpses, I haven't seen a goblin in five or six years before as an adventurer, but this time it's a long time to see. ”

Piert Osuyer had just finished feeding his sister at this time, and he also looked towards the center of the village square, and sure enough, he saw the corpse of the goblin, which had been stripped by humans.

The pointed ears were shad off, the green skin was peeled off, the four claws were cut off, the chest and abdomen were cut open, and the internal organs were thrown away.

It seems that humans dealing with goblins are the same treatment as dealing with chickens, sheep, fish, and rabbits.

"Well, if you want me to say, the taste of goblin meat is really average. Back then, when the ancestors of the human race colonized the south, there were years when food production was insufficient, and then people set their eyes on the goblins who would always come to the villages to harass. That kind of thing used to be a transitional food under certain conditions, but I didn't expect to see it here. ”

Leke Bryan, who had a keen sense, immediately asked, "How do you know the taste of goblin meat, Mr. Piert Osuye?" ”

"Ah, what you see in the book, you can see in the book. I haven't actually tasted it. Peert Osuyer immediately snorted.

"Well, the old gentleman is really knowledgeable."

"Look, a few goblins alive have been captured." Piert Osuyer stretched out his hand and digressed the subject.

Over there, eight goblins were threaded together with wire, and were driven forward by several villagers with long sticks.

There was a goblin at the end of the line, whose ferocity had not yet been intimidated by the humans, and turned back to the human villager who drove them behind him and bared his teeth, revealing sharp teeth, trying to break free of the wire and bite the villager brother.

The little brother of the villager was also honest, raised the stick, and poked the goblin's head with one end of the stick, which happened to be a coincidence, this stick happened to land on the goblin's eyeball, directly bursting one of the goblins' eyeballs, so the fierce green beast no longer bared its teeth.

The village chief and a tax collector in the city are now sitting on the rostrum, and the tax officer's face is full of embarrassment, although he does not want to come at all, but if he wants to easily collect the tax amount in the future, he cannot help but give the village chief face.

The old village chief next to him looked at the scene in front of him with great interest, the village chief who had retired from the army, and his self-esteem was a little sensitive. The difficult process of becoming the village chief back then can finally raise my eyebrows today.

He looked at the goblins who were driven over from the audience, and without a moment's delay, he pulled out a book from under his seat, which was the record book of the city library that recorded ancient customs.

"Fellow villagers, as well as guests from outside the village, our village has eliminated the great scourge in the mountains two days ago. Now is the time to celebrate. ”

"Well, according to ancient customs." The village chief opened the notebook in his hand. "At that time, our ancestors in the south of the country lacked beef and mutton to eat, and on important days, they would make meat soup for everyone to share with this green scourge that often harassed them in the swamps in the mountains."

"According to the process, people have to chop off the goblin's right hand first."

A dozen or so sturdy villagers controlled the group of goblins, immobilizing them, and a few young men sliced off the goblins' right hands with sharp wood knives and sickles.

"It means that it is the will of the gods to eradicate the evil in the goblins." The old village chief continued to read from the script.

A black dragon sitting in a carriage in the audience complained in his heart: "Human beings, they are really good at setting up monuments for themselves to promote 'goodness'. ”

The old village chief continued, "Next, the woman is going to smash the heads of the goblins with a hammer and end their lives. The moral of this process is that the women of the ancestors of the south also have to take on the responsibility of destroying the goblins, and they must also have the ability to destroy the goblins. ”

When the little girls in the village and the young men who were a little more urbane heard the village chief say this, they all turned their faces away from looking at it, and the tax collector on the stage looked down at the table.

It's just that they don't sympathize with the goblins, but they don't like to see the act of killing chickens and rabbits, and they simply don't want to see bloody scenes.

So, a group of plump and powerful middle-aged village women who have been working in the field all the year round walked out of the crowd with sticks, they have rich experience in killing chickens and sheep, and goblins, a small green monster, are equal to pigs and sheep in their eyes.

Then the square resounded with the terrible sound of a series of wooden sticks hitting the skull, and the horrible howl of the goblin before he died.

Then, the square fell silent.

"Next, get out of the pot!"

The village man skillfully skinned the goblin that had just been crushed in head, and poured the newly dead goblin into a few mouthfuls of boiling water in the village square along with the goblin in the car before.

"Shut the pot!"

A group of strong men hurriedly pressed the lid of several cauldrons with long iron rods, and the boiling water in the cauldron would boil the goblin meat until it was in a state of erosion.

After about ten minutes, during which time there were few people chatting in the square.

The village chief looked at the book, estimated the time, and when the time was almost there, he shouted angrily: "Open the pot!" ”

The strong men lifted the lid of the pot with iron rods, and the aroma of the broth wafted to the whole square, but the fragrance was not peculiar, the fragrance was similar to that of pork soup, but it did not smell as good as pork soup.

"The last step, divide the bowls."

The village women heard the village chief's shouting, took out several stacks of bowls, used large spoons to hold the white soup in the pot, and distributed it to the people watching the excitement in the square.

Pearct Ausuyer and Leke Bryan also received a bowl each.

Leke Bryan took a sip of the hot soup and shook his head: "This soup doesn't smell good. ”

"Alas, the old man has already told you, make do with it, drink it, just warm up."

"Hmm." Leke Bryan replied, taking another sip of the hot soup, and he held the bowl and looked at Piert Ozouer.

"When we were chatting just now, Mr. Pilt, you said that you were in the Kingdom of Eritwin in the North Sea Island Country a few years ago?"

"That's right, I used to stay in that archipelago kingdom."

"That's right. I just wanted to ask how the situation was in that kingdom, and I heard that it was quite chaotic a few years ago. ”

"It's a mess." Piert Osuyer sneered, and he took a sip of the soup. "The royal brothers were dragged to kill each other, and finally they were served in a pot, I think that now the Salga Empire will also take this road, but it will be a hundred times more tragic."

"I know that my brother killed me, but that was picked up by someone, a pot?" Leke Bryan frowned.

"I'm a first-hand witness, and I know a little bit of the inside story. It was the Duke who was now in power in the Kingdom of Eritwin who secretly plotted to kill the brothers of the royal family, and then squeezed out the Sain Allison family, the royal family of Eritvin, and murdered the murder. Now he can actually hold power alone, but he is a character. ”

"Eun, I know that. It is said that the authorities of the Eritvin Kingdom also signed a marriage contract with the little princess of the Eritvin royal family, and once they got married, the situation in the Yertvin Kingdom was stable. Sir, do you think there will be waves? ”

"What? How do you care about this? Piert Osuyer drank the broth from the bowl.

"The honey of the Kingdom of Eritwin is good! I pondered that I wanted to open a shop there, exchange condiments for honey products, and ship goods from north to south by sea. If the situation in the Kingdom of Eritwin can be stabilized, I will definitely pay for it. ”

"Hmm." Piert Osuye pondered for a while, and then he said slowly, "I wonder if the situation in the Kingdom of Eritwin can be stabilized. But who can predict what the future holds? Doing business is about taking risks, and if you don't dare to take risks, you can't do anything. ”

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