The merchants, of course, were not qualified to meet Cremar directly, and Dada met them in his tent and listened to their wishes - very simply. All they wanted was sugar from the side islands.

Of course, they can also taste the freshest beet sugar and cane sugar, both of which are reddish-brown and permeated with golden honey, but the cane sugar is coarse, hard, loose and dry, while the beet sugar is softer, moist, delicate, and melts in the mouth, and Dada temporarily transferred ten female slaves from the "skillful hands" - all of them because of "old age" Although some of them were only nineteen or twenty years old, because of their experience, even if their fingers were still a little rough and their bodies were not as healthy as they used to be, they were still able to take on the job for the time being. They boiled the juice made from sugar cane and tea leaves, added freshly picked blue berries, which had a strong sweet and sour taste and a fragrance similar to that of roses, and added to the sweet tea to enhance the fragrance and neutralize the sweetness of the cane sugar, and then boiled taro, which was also cultivated on the mainland, but only on the islands of dragon fire they grew to their best, the bard described the taro of the dragon fire islands as as white and soft as a girl's skin, delicate and smooth, and the cooked taro was mashed in silver lapels, mixed with warm deer milk and sprinkled with beet sugar, which was not mashed, but dug into balls with a silver spoonIt is also a good way to eat beet candy with a small golden fork.

An arm-long silver platter was piled high with crab claw meat, the same kind of hermit crab they had tasted in Redthroat Harbor, but one crab claw here was almost as good as a crab - fortunately this crab never ate anything other than coconut nuts, otherwise Kerry and Cremar, who had stumbled upon something, might not have dared to try it lightly - Traditionally, the crab claw meat should be coated with minced basil and honey or boiled with cream, but Dada already knew something about his new owner, so he brought the crab claw meat boiled with salt and grape vinegar mixed with minced ginger.

Of course. There is also mutton, venison. Leona was amazed to taste her familiar taste - a so-called "fragrant mouth" from the territory of a Norman baron in the Highlands Because his territory is full of shallots and wild leeks, this unoptimized spice crop tastes sour and astringent, only serfs and sheep are willing to put them in their mouths, but the owner of the territory unexpectedly found that the sheep who eat this grass do not need spices and will emit a unique attractive smell after stewing or frying, the serfs were deprived of the qualification to eat grass, and only sheep were left who could eat shallots and wild leeks, and he dedicated the sheep to the king. In exchange for the title of viscount, the sheep called "Xiangzuer" became the most common delicacy on the king's table.

Venison is produced on the side islands, and the deer on the Dragonfire Islands are the real natives, but since the emergence of humans, these speckled four-legged creatures have had to take a big step back in the food chain. The venison was already tender, and the lords and their sons enjoyed fawns that were only three months old, and one can imagine how wonderful it tasted - but to the horror of the "bridles" was that what Dada asked them to give them was a piece of meat from an adult deer, though the most delicious of neck. But it was also a three-year-old male venison, and on the main island, it was not even qualified to appear in front of its owner.

"Even if I don't care for your lives, don't I care about myself?" said Dada indifferently. After all, his foundation on the side island is still unstable, so these "brins" have the courage to ask him for an explanation, even if the eunuchs on the main island ask the young eunuchs to bite and eat their own flesh. Or gouge out their own eyes, and they will do it immediately without hesitation - but one day...... "Our new master is a half-elf, and his best friend is a literal Silvercrest Son of the Forest. The elves of the Silver-crowned Forest, though not completely vegetarian, are very averse to eating their cubs, and at the banquet on the main island, I saw with my own eyes that they did not touch even a single lamb and chick, and now you want to give him a deer cub that has not left his mother?"

In the end, the "bridles" were still trembling and obeying their orders, but they were promised not the big words, but the plate of crab claw meat, and the slaves in charge of cooking were not allowed to add basil minced and honey to it, and it was also a great order to simply boil it in pure salt water and send it with grape vinegar, but both the one in the tent ate very pleasantly, especially their new master, and his satisfaction was beyond words.

Gülen glanced at the mage vaguely, he suspected that Cremar's stomach had also cast spells, you must know that one of them was a giant, but he ate about half of the caster's food, the problem was that the caster's waist was only half the thickness of the former, and the black-haired mage didn't look like he was going to vomit, and his belly didn't even bulge- The priest of Flo could pray and give to the goddess to ensure that his body would not be bloated by ale and honey, but frequent nagging over trivial matters would also cause the goddess to be angry, and the most frightening thing was that she would plant the seeds of aging and disease into the priests who did not like her. So Flo's priest usually pays attention to his diet, and Mei Mi has always been a wild priest who has no fixed place to live and is strapped for money before she met the mage, and of course she doesn't have so many opportunities to eat herself fat, but from the time she came to the royal city of Norman in the Highlands, she got a lot of benefits from Duke John, and the environment was stable and peaceful enough, at that time, she seemed to be ...... Well, a little bit of fat has piled up.

Fortunately, the fat was eventually consumed in prison and on the way to escape, and Mei Mi was happy to find that she didn't have to take over her golden chain anymore, the problem was that the banquet on the main island and the multiple meals a day on the side island made her vigilant, and the Dragon Fire Islands never lacked honey, and everyone was fond of meat, and the only thing that could be regarded as vegetarian for a night or even half a day was the fruit juice and honey with an unknown amount of honey, and the gods were above, and they were already very sweet. She tried to restrain herself, but her long period of exile gave her the same bad problem as many of Flo's wild priests, that is, she was unable to control her fingers and mouth. The black-haired spellcaster was also a fan of appetite, and even in the snowy swamp he didn't forget to ask the elves to collect some sour pulp, as well as the eels, and Memy had heard him and the elves mention that the dwarf bipedal dragon was like a turkey - and he ate a lot of food, but his waist never seemed to change size, and the white robe that looked like an immortal was never tight or cramped.

Mei Mi had heard that some people were indeed able to maintain a slender figure without restraint, but, Holy Flo, didn't this kind of system seem too wasteful to put on a man?

The last dish of yellow-lipped fish bladder jelly poured with honey sauce (a mixture of honey and beet juice) was offered by Dada, who knelt down beside Cremar and poured him a glass of clear water, not sparing honey or spices, but to the taste of Cremar.

The elf asked for a glass of water, and then he nodded to Cremar, "He seems to have something to say to you." ”

The black-haired caster looked at Dada, who was already kneeling with his forehead against the ground.

"What do you want to say?" said the otherworldly soul kindly, "Say it." ”

"Dear master," said Dada, his lips on the ground, but his voice still clear and bright, "I have come from the merchants—a sinner among them, forgive me, he insisted, and said you...... You used to give him some ...... Help, he was 120,000 grateful for it, and now that he knows you're here, he's ...... A rather rude request was made...... He...... He wants to see you, my gracious master. ”

"Sinners?"

"Yes, he has the mark of a sinner on his face. Dada said, nervously inserting his finger into the pliable whaleskin blanket, the man was a sinner, but the merchants were surprisingly respectful and convinced of him, and he was accompanied by several soldiers, ragged and weather-covered, who looked more humble than the mercenaries who had wandered in Redthroat Harbor, but whose eyes, those that glittered in the sun and darkness like wolves and falcons, showed that their inwards were perhaps the opposite of their outward appearances, and that their danger was not revealed, not smeared on daggers or rubbed on clothes, but the kind that penetrated deep into the skin and carved into the marrow。

He ...... And let me bring you a token," said Dada, and then he took out a roll of sheepskin from his loincloth, and it was a capital offense for the eunuch and the slave to show the master a sharp object unless his master allowed it, so he asked the sinner to remove the blade, and what appeared to Kremar was the handle of a dagger.

The handle of the dagger was ordinary, although it was made of stainless steel, but if you went to the inn of Redthroat Harbor and found that three out of ten thieves or assassins had the exact same dagger as it, Cremar recognized it at first sight - it was wrapped in a piece of cracked fur, and the black hair had worn off a lot over time, revealing the earthy yellow skin underneath, but the caster was watching how Adel peeled off the face of the half-orc wolf toe and wrapped it around the dagger that once belonged to the wolf toe.

He had a premonition when he heard that a sinner with a brand on his face was looking for him, and the fur on the dagger only confirmed his suspicions, and Dada watched his new master jump up from the couch: "Where is he?"

"In the merchants' tents......" Before Dada could finish speaking, the black-haired spellcaster rushed out of his whirlwind past him, and the elves and Berdwin followed, and he let out a soft breath that he had made the right bet. (To be continued.) )