Chapter 17: Abel 3

There was a smile on Domrick's face, but there was no smile in his eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ‰๏ฝ‘U๏ฝ‡Eใ€‚ info's funny and enthusiastic voice, mixed with some vague syllables, makes it sound exotic. The troll's unique eerie voice and contrasting lines finally bring out its true meaning.

"Don't be so surprised. Domrick said, "You know, goblins and trolls eat people a lot, what can you expect from their nation? Especially this nobleman, he looks fine-skinned and tender-fleshed......"

With a gesture, Domrick began to approach the two of them with a variety of weapons in hand. You can hear the most common language used to express joy in ancient times, which was laughter. The goblins' laughter was even more passed on by word of mouth, as they giggled almost all the time, except before the meal. The feeling wasn't necessarily the horror of the approaching death, and their short, rapid screeches wore far away, as if beckoning the other companions to dine together. However, they will savagely fight their own kind during dinners, and often there will be a lot of goblin corpses with unknown causes of death in the dishes at the end of the meal, and they will not hinder this.

"Don't. Noah was horrified, "I'm not a nobleman...... Yes, I'm notoriously thick-skinned, and I have a bad foot smell, you won't want to smell it. โ€

"Don't be stupid, we're experts when it comes to cooking human flesh. Domrick laughed and said......, "I'm pretty accurate, and even if you have smelly feet, we might as well cut them off." And people with rough skin and thick meat stew for longer and more flavorful. โ€

Abel watched the goblins getting closer and closer, and he also opened up for himself, "You don't want to eat me! I'm an orc, maybe it's poisonous...... Or I have parasites on my body, and you see my rough fur, it must be very unhygienic......"

"The rule of not eating indiscriminately is on the ground, and here I encourage my people to try anything they can put in their mouths," Domrik laughs. Okay, do you guys have any questions?"

"Uh......" Abel muttered, "no ......?"

"Good!" said Domrick, "tie them up and set up a pot to boil water!"

"Noah......" Abel said with a sigh, "I'm sorry to bring you to such a place." โ€

Domrick grabbed the two and said, "Save these words for the grave, if you leave any bones behind." โ€

Abel and Noah were tied tightly and hung from top of a cauldron. I don't know how the goblins and trolls built this cauldron that could hold a dozen adults, and it is likely that they forged metal pieces separately and then used molten iron to close them. No one in this stall thinks about this kind of problem, after all, it is yourself who wants to get out of the pot.

Some goblins were busy talking around the pot, and King Domrik had been directing their work, and he had the leisure to comfort Abel and Noah, saying, "Don't worry, I'm a professional gourmet, and you're going to be even tastier than you are now." โ€

"This is a treasure store of demon slime powder. Domrick also pointed to a jar of green stuff and explained, "They have a strong flavor and can mask the past no matter what bad smell you have." And this is the saliva of the Costorn Walker, don't underestimate it, it only takes a small bottle to turn the skin and flesh in the pot into an easily digestible sticky soup. After all, there are many of us ready to open the meat, not to mention its deliciousness. โ€

Abel's sharp nose didn't smell a bit of deliciousness, and the mucus powder was like rotting vegetation in a swamp, or bad breath from a terminally ill man. The saliva didn't smell at all, it seemed like it never volatilized and the smell was released into the air. The alchemist will know by this that this thing is a high-strength acid.

"First I'm going to ask you to make a meat sauce in the saliva of the Kostorn Walker, and then we're going to add lots of seasoning and water to make it delicious. Domrick said, instructing the goblin to pour the jar of saliva into the cauldron and dilute it with water.

For a moment, the water in the pot made a stabbing sound when it came into contact with this thing, but fortunately, the pot was big and deep enough and did not splash out. Noah kicked off one of his shoes in a panic, only to fall into the pot and disappear completely. "God, what now?" Noah prayed.

Abel's eyes rolled in anxiety and he yelled at Domric, "You idiot!

Domrick was curious, this was the first time someone had spoken to him like that on a pot, "What are you talking about, kitten?"

"Turn us into pรขtรฉ?" said Abel, "but look what else you threw into the pot?"

"Hmm. Domrik looked at it and said, "Your garments, your ornaments......"

"And our!" Abel said, "Now my lunch is almost digested, and my stomach is full of now!"

Noah was stunned for a moment, and echoed, "Yes, I also ate a lot of lunch, maybe I can fill a toilet!"

Domrik listened, and made a disgusted expression. Reluctantly, he said, "Well, gentlemen, you have succeeded in changing my mind." Remove the pans and put them down. Abel and Noah smiled knowingly, and then Domrick commanded the goblins and said, "We're cooking after we've disemboweled, and we must not let them die." will affect the freshness. โ€

Abel said wordlessly: "I'm really sorry this time......"

"Apologize and don't accept ......," Noah said.

The goblin removed the pot and severed the rope from which the two were suspended. Abel landed safely with instinct, and the rope on Abel's body was already loosened in the air. Noah screamed and slammed into the ground, but unexpectedly began to slow down, and finally stopped less than ten centimeters off the ground. But his screams didn't stop and continued during the time he was in the air.

Domrick listened for a full ten seconds, and yelled at him angrily, "Stop your voice, open your old blind eyes!" and as he said he threw his cane at Noah, which was flying in the air and stuck in the rocks beside Noah.

Only then did Noah open his eyes, staring at the texture of the stone floor in front of him, not knowing what was happening. Before he could think about it, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Domrick said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's a monologue next, isn't it? โ€

"Creatures who have been hiding from the sun all their lives, it's time for you to face the sun!" said Clinos, who came out of a hole in the cliff, unkempt and apparently scouring the place, alluding to his golden sun's family crest. "Abel, Noah, you're safe......" At this point, the rock at Klinos' feet suddenly collapsed, causing him to fall down the steep rock wall into the goblin pile.

Domrick said happily, "Looks like we should have a snack for dinner!cakertuo!" he ordered, and all the goblins rushed to capture the stupid mage.

"Don't!" Abel wanted to go up to help but was stopped by a hand, and when he looked back, it was actually Klinos, and it seemed that the accident over there was an illusion.

"You're safe. Clinos said, his wand casting a spell to untie Noah, "Follow me." โ€