The unbelievable news that the young rangers had brought back from the dinner party had caused all the elders of Thornleaf Village to fall silent for a moment.

"Let's talk about something. ”

“...... Anyway, I don't think it's credible at all. Quinn was the first to express his opinion.

"So what do you think is suspicious?" asked another, slightly younger elder.

"I don't think those savage and bloodthirsty butchers really understand the meaning of the word 'peace.'" ”

"We know how you feel, Quinn. But we can't take drastic action against those demons based on our own feelings alone, especially if they don't do anything out of the ordinary. Not only do your dwarven friends not accept it, but it doesn't even convince us. ”

"Yourself!?Have you 'yourself' forgotten the crimes they committed back then!?Those compatriots who were implicated in the war and lost their homes for no reason, those warriors who rushed into battle without hesitation on the battlefield to create opportunities for their comrades!?" Hearing the doubts of his companions, Quinn angrily rushed into the case.

"We lost so much to drive them out of Garandia!And now that they've invaded the only pure land in the Demon Realm again, you're trying to convince me to turn a blind eye!?ah!?"

"Calm down, no one will forget the painful lessons of that year. But we're talking about it now! I don't think you should have any objection to Alex's judgment. In order to stop this meaningless quarrel, Maserion motioned for the old ranger to sit down quietly, "Andrarui is indeed different from the demon tribes we have seen in the past, and I think whether it is to expel the other party or not have any intersection with them, it seems that it is not so suitable in the current situation. Let's talk about the specific measures we should take. ”

"Their things still have a certain value, so it's better for us to trade some inconsequential daily necessities in a limited way. ”

"I've heard that their pottery is pretty good for cooking, and the Limestone Clan has started to use them instead of some stone tools. ”

"I wonder if they'll be interested in our preserved fruit and honey?"

"I've heard that they only eat meat, everything and probably can't identify with our cuisine. ”

"Then what can we exchange with them? Can we exchange silk cloth with them for clay pots?Can the demons who are accustomed to animal skins understand the preciousness of silk cloth?"

......

Quinn watched as his former comrades put aside their deep ethnic hatred as if they were talking about friendly neighbors, and discussed what might happen in a deal. He had thoroughly understood that the village's contact with those demons was imperative. Since he alone can't stop things from going in that direction, at least he can't let the situation completely out of his monitoring and control, "No matter what you decide, I will personally participate in every transaction process!"

With these words, the old ranger left the council chamber in the middle of the village alone.

......

Despite their long lifespans, elves are no less efficient than dwarves, especially when the village elders who have experienced brutal warfare are particularly concerned about the same thing.

To be honest, Marcerien was somewhat skeptical of the passion of the Children of the Abyss. Until now, the druids still have reservations when facing this group of demons. While all information suggests that Andrarui is a non-threatening, peace-loving, and communicative race, the druids tend to identify with their old partners on the crucial issue of maintaining a minimum of vigilance against the demons and the children of the abyss who lead them.

So when André enthusiastically recommended Andrari's new menu "Konjac Cake" to the druids, Marserien couldn't refuse the kindness of the children of the abyss, although he had already made up his mind about the strange food of the demons.

Claude, a dwarven elder known for his gluttony, once told the druids that the so-called konjac cake was actually made from the leftovers of winemaking. As for the reason why the demons did this, it was only because their leader Andre felt that it was an unforgivable waste to throw away the konjac paste that the two swamp birds had already eaten.

In the druid's view, take something that no one wants, including livestock, to eat and process it into something that no one eats. This is the real waste, the typical waste of manpower and other resources!

However, when the unique aroma of the biscuit rattled between the druid's lips and teeth, the faint sweet aroma of wine surrounded the old elf's tongue, and the strong contrast made Maserien's expression very strange.

The young elves who had attended the dinner a few days ago could only try not to laugh out loud when they saw that the elders who had always been steady had been pitted by the strange food of the demons.

As everyone knows, the old elf glared at him, and he actually wanted to ask these gloating guys, which bastard said that the food of the demons was strange, wasn't it delicious, and how did they turn the residues of brewing and the feed of livestock into such exquisite food!?

Claude, who was pointing around, passed by the druid, pinched two konjac cakes from the other party's hand and stuffed them into his mouth, and did not forget to chew while muttering: "How did these things that no one eats become so delicious?

The druid glanced helplessly at the disrespectful and greedy frustration of the old man, and said to himself, I still want to ask you! You only said half of what you said before, but you wanted to tell me that Andrari's cooking skills are very superb?

In short, Marcellion has a first-hand understanding of Andrari's peculiarities. It's no wonder that the dwarves have changed their attitudes towards this group of demons in such a short period of time. Anyway, this kind of skill in food can turn decay into magic, and the old druid still admires it.

Andre probably didn't expect that the pancakes he baked with konjac paste and swamp duck egg yolk could have such a good effect, which directly made the attitude of the most prestigious elder in the village towards him move from the initial firm suspicion to the direction of friendliness and respect.

The elves weren't sure if their gifts would match the likes of the demons, but they had to admit that good things were good everywhere. The delicate and soft silk cloth made the children of the abyss sigh helplessly, and they could finally say goodbye to the cold past when the wind blew the eggs. It's just that Andrei's succubi have never touched this precious fabric, and in the end, the children of the abyss had to commission the young elf tailor to sew a few pairs of underwear for himself......

That's a mature elf woman who is attractive enough to make people blush!

Aside from some embarrassing details, Andrari's first formal deal with the elves was quite a success. Although the children of the Abyss did not understand how precious this little bit of silk and honey could be, they had long been accustomed to supporting all the decisions made by the wise Children of the Abyss.

As Kassandra often said, Your Highness must be right, and if you find that Your Highness has made some very obvious mistakes, it must be that you have not noticed the deep meaning hidden behind these decisions!

In the midst of this good atmosphere, the old Ranger Quinn Thorn was almost the only one who took a cold stand on the sidelines of this harmonious atmosphere. As an experienced veteran, although Quinn sometimes quarrels with his comrades because of conflicting ideas, the old ranger can always suppress his temper well.

This is also the reason why all the elders of Thornleaf Village have agreed that he will personally join the trading team as an overseer. Quinn never hid himself in front of a group of old comrades, because he knew that his old comrades-in-arms would not be separated from him because of his stubborn temper a few times, but they had a friendship that had been fatalized hundreds of years ago!

The old ranger once lay in the bushes for three days in order to detect the movements of the demons during the war, but lived only on leaves and dew. Although he felt in his heart that any part of the entire demon camp was unpleasant to him, if he just maintained this dissatisfaction on the surface and did not explode, it would be a very simple matter for Quinn.

Every demon in Andrari is like an optimistic dwarf by nature, and they work with enthusiasm for a better future. This is completely different from the demons in Quinn's memory, and he has the impression that those demon invaders are full of plundering and killing, as if they will not survive in any other way than these. Some of these crazy deeds will wake even the old ranger from a nightmare five hundred years later!

If you want to find some less harmonious parts in this beautiful atmosphere, it is probably the cowardly demon who has crippled hands and feet. Among all the demons who are walking around and busy for production, only this limping cowardly demon is particularly eye-catching. Quinn was well aware of the cruel fate of the injured in the traditional demon tribe, and in his opinion, this cowardly demon with inconvenient legs and feet might be the best way for him to truly understand the unknown secrets of this tribe.

So the old ranger and his half-elven disciple, who had already mingled with Andrari, began to try to get in touch with this unusual coward. Then, through the cowardly demon named Wow Claw, they hear a story that is completely unexpected for them......