This camp was completely different from what Barot had imagined! The image of the demon Ru Mao drinking blood had been ingrained in the hearts of the people of Garandiya. But the group of demons here, from their not-so-strong leader to the cowardly demon with leather holsters on their feet, there is an inexplicable strangeness everywhere.

The tone and words of a demon leader are as polite as an elf, even if Barot is thirty-seven years old, it is the first time that he has heard that the demon clan will actually condemn the banditry of others with righteous words. This kind of thing is supposed to be what hypocritical mortals are best at, and they are doing things like chickens and dogs while accusing others of all kinds of wrongdoings. Shouldn't the demons be bastards who see predation as a daily life!?Why do I see them braiding ropes, feeding geese, raising wolves, and preparing to raise marsh birds? Is it because the news of the Gray Rock Clan is too obscure, or is the world changing too fast!?

But after a few quick glances, Barot could see what was special about this tribe. The jars they used to process food were made of unknown materials, and even in the Limestone Clan, the dwarves didn't have enough iron pots for everyone to enjoy cooked food and hot soup. Many families had to use stone pots instead, but the cooking was so slow that it was drowsy. But the jars here don't look like they're made of stone, and there seem to be at least a dozen or twenty of them along the way!

Unlike the long-eared recipes, which are full of mushrooms and wild vegetables, the cowardly demons make jars of meat and vegetables, and the aroma wafts through the air, and even the coyote family who live nearby is looking at the camp from afar, as if they are looking forward to some encounter related to deliciousness.

Barot watched as the Winged Demon next to him used a bamboo pole to pull out a gray thing from the campfire, and handed the steaming inexplicable thing to the tall Flame Demon, and the guy broke it with his hand, and the rich aroma that made people feel extremely satisfied instantly filled the crowd.

This is the stewed wild duck with yellow mud that Lord Andre specially ordered to eat. Remove the internal organs of the duck, cut a gap in the duck's body with a knife for easy flavoring, and then stuff the duck's body cavity with mushrooms and herbs, and wrap the feathers on the surface of the duck in thick yellow mud, and then you can wait patiently for the delicious taste to become ripe.

Andrei's subordinates have become accustomed to the different flavors brought about by different cooking methods, grilling, stewing, stewing, and boiling. The Children of the Abyss opened a treasured jar in their hand, and a complex and strong smell came over the surface. This is the soy sauce that Andre tried to brew when he was bored.

In fact, Andre doesn't know how to make soy sauce, and the smell of soy sauce wafting from the jar with a frowning sour smell speaks for itself. I dipped my finger in a little and put it in my mouth, and the umami of amino acids and a faint sourness were mixed together, and there was a slight bitterness. Andrei frowned, this is probably the consequence of the impurity of the typical fermentation culture.

Pure protein in the usual sense is tasteless.

Many people may think that this sentence is completely unreasonable, but in fact, it is. Most of the delicious taste of all protein foods comes from the amino acids formed by the breakdown of protein components. In the children of the abyss, most of the sauces contain a lot of amino acids and amino salts about the memory of past lives. Including commonly used umami agents, monosodium glutamate, chicken essence, soy sauce, oyster sauce, etc., some of them are hydrolyzed by proteases, and some are synthesized artificially to enrich people's taste life.

Most of the differences in taste of chicken, duck, fish, venison, mutton, and beef are due to differences in the composition of other components and proteins in various meats, as well as differences in subtle structure. For example, the smell and fishiness of mutton are simply due to the subtle physiological differences between different species, and some tastes are not liked by diners. But for the coyote family who just want to fill their stomachs, whether it's the fishy smell, the smell, or the slightly rancid smell of leftovers, these all mean delicious food that fills the stomach.

The uninvited guests who gathered around the camp were accustomed to the sheer number of demons, and the small predators were reluctant to take the risk of attacking these seemingly harmless, low-level demons. Large meat eaters have either been driven away by the warriors of the clan or have become food in the pot.

The household waste produced by nearly a hundred demons was enough to feed three or four coyote families, especially when their food was so abundant that even storage began to become a problem.

Barot looked strangely at these small, cautious beasts of the past, staring at the succubus who was processing fresh meat. A greedy young coyote even wanted to get closer to the camp, perhaps just curious or trying his luck, and its mother pushed the reckless child back. The patient mother knew that the demons would dump the daily food scraps together, so at this time, as long as she waited patiently, there was no need to take unnecessary risks.

Most canines have a habit of storing food, and in their opinion, this group of demons is too casual about their "storage". Predators like coyotes, which are as weak as cowardly demons, are originally the characters who see the seams, and although they still maintain a certain degree of vigilance against the demons, they also have little fear at all.

can let a group of coyotes cling to the tribe to survive, Barot feels that this group of demons is too easy to talk to. Although those daring thieves are only stealing garbage that some tribes don't want. But the dwarves felt that if this was in the Greystone Clan, these speculators who didn't know how to live or die would probably turn into the delicate fur shoulders of the hunters.

By the time dinner officially began, Barot had no mind to think about the mess.

The subtle differences in cooking methods bring about a rich aroma that makes the dwarf a little fluttery, and when he takes a bite of the mouthful food, the umami of the various ingredients conjures up to conquer Barot's taste buds for the first time.

"This salty ......," the dwarf swallowed the tender venison into his belly after a few random chews, "can each of you normally enjoy so much salt?"

Although the Limestone Clan also had iron pots for boiling salt, the enjoyment of food was obviously not as important as strengthening the clan's strength, and most of the iron tools were made into weapons and armor. Having an abundance of salt for every meal was a luxury for the dwarves, and all that Barot had in his body was a rusty piece of heart armor on his chest, embedded in the middle of the leather armor.

The Winged Demon smiled in surprise at the dwarf, and didn't answer his question directly, "Let's try this." ”

Taking the bamboo cup handed over by Dilard, the dwarf couldn't help but sniff carefully because of the plant-based fragrance that was different from the main meal. As the sweet and sour liquid caressed his tongue and swallowed it down his throat, Barot let out an unconscious sigh.

"Ah~~!"

"It's a mixture of green fruits picked by the cowardly demons of the tribe and white wattle roots in the swamp, and not everyone can enjoy it. The Winged Demon also gulped down a mouthful of sweet juice, "But today Lord Andre ordered twenty people to be busy for them all afternoon, now let's drink it openly!"

"For the prosperity of the clan!" the Winged Demon offered in exchange for a response from everyone.

"For the prosperity of the clan!"

......

The delicious taste of all kinds of meat and vegetables appeared endlessly in the sight of the dwarves. It was then mechanically swallowed by Barot. Only when hungry can a simple barbecue make the dwarves feel incomparably delicious, and Balot, who was born in the Demon Realm, feels that he has almost never experienced anything like today. He hated why his belly couldn't be bigger, he hadn't tasted enough of all kinds of food with different tastes and flavors, but his stomach was already so swollen that he couldn't eat it. In comparison, the food of the Greystone Clan is simply not worth mentioning, it can only be used to feed the stomach!

"This one is a spicy herb-roasted swamp mussel. ”

"Salt-baked hairy mud crab. ”

"Duck egg fried toon seedlings. ”

"Bloody tofu and meat puree porridge. ”

......

When Barot awoke from his blissful dreams, the sun in Garlandia's sky was already shining on his ass. This made the graystone dwarf who had planned to flee late at night extremely annoyed, he actually delayed his business because he was greedy for demon food!

Regardless of his own safety, although a demon tribe of less than 100 people is not dangerous, Barot feels that as a descendant of the Gray Rock Clan, it is necessary for him to tell the elders of the clan the news as soon as possible.

Barot patted his knee angrily, startled a coyote who had gone out to find breakfast in the camp and stared at the bearded dwarf with his tail between his legs, he guessed that this was the guy's dissatisfaction with stealing food, and then the vigilant coyote mother took a piece of deer bone and ran away.

A shadow obscured the bright sunlight shining through the cracks in the heavy clouds, and the demon leader with a smile hidden in the black mist appeared in the dwarf's field of vision, and he greeted the dwarf with a warm voice.

"My dear dwarven friend, Mr. Barot Graystone. I'm glad you're awake. ”

The dwarf frowned and pursed his lips, could it be that he had exposed his name after falling asleep talking nonsense!?

"I would like to ask you, as a messenger of friendship between our two clans, to bring my gift to the Venerable Greystone Clan. André looked at the state interface transformed by the dark magic in front of him, and he used the gentle abyss magic to probe the other person's body while the dwarf was asleep.

Barot Limestone

dwarf

Strength: 16

Constitution: 14

Dexterity: 9

Perception: 9

Spirit: 11

At the signal of the children of the abyss, several cowardly demons hung the jars and bamboo tubes tied with ropes in their hands on the dwarves one by one.

"Are you going to let me go......?"

"If Mr. Barot thinks we are not hospitable, you can stay in the clan for a few more days, but the loss of your news will cause some unnecessary misunderstanding between our two clans. ”

“......”

"André Gesarez asks Mr. Barot to extend his sincere greetings to the Limestone Clan on behalf of me and my clan. ”

At this time, Barot Limestone was still stunned by the gifts hanging all over his body, and the young dwarf did not understand the true meaning of the word "Gesares".