During dinner.

The ogre liked the quail-sized, saying that he could eat at least 10 of them, and had even figured out how to cook them: three stewed, three charcoal-roasted, three fried, and the last one, marinated with plenty of peppers and salt.

"It would have been nice if there were some more clams. The ogre Moglock said.

The amount of ingredients made locally is not enough to fill everyone's meal, and it is estimated that the ogre can only eat half full. However, before entering the forest, Old Will and his party had already prepared enough food for about 2 weeks and put it in the spatial ring, so as not to worry that it would spoil.

As a veteran team of adventurers, "Dirty Novel" will not forget these essential preparations, especially when there is an ogre in the team.

Venison sausages drenched in salt and spices, disc-shaped goat's cheese, cod and flounder, fresh and smoked, chunks of raw beef with fat and lean snowflakes, grilled pork chops smeared with black pepper and herbs, various types of bread and pastries, especially lemon biscuits, bags of potatoes, turnips, pickled olives and onions, and so on......

The food in the spatial ring lasts for a long time, and of course, most of it goes into the ogre's small hill-like belly.

When Barrett expressed surprise at the amount of food prepared by the party in the lewd novel, Old Will quipped, "If you want the ogre not to eat people?"

"Moglock never eats people!!" the ogre chewed half a sausage in his mouth, vaguely expressing his dissatisfaction, "Moglock is a good ogre! Barron said that a good ogre does not eat people, and Moglock must be a good ogre!"

"High Master Barron is Moglock's former master. Old Will explained.

Barrett nodded inexplicably, but didn't ask much.

There wasn't much to eat for dinner, except for ogres. Old Will ate only half a piece of goat's cheese, the half-elf and the gnome each had skewered grilled mushrooms, and a snack made of chopped walnuts, almonds, and coconut, and Barrett had a roasted frog, a few slices of bread, and a pork chop.

Everyone was full of praise for Barrett's stewed soup, and even the dwarf, who rarely spoke, said the word "good", which couldn't help but make our Nord barbarians feel a little complacent.

Barrett knows he's a good cook, especially in soups and barbecues. These skills were passed down from his father and then forced to carry forward during his own adventurous career.

After all, adventurers often have to rely on their own meals during the journey of missions and adventures.

If I'm not an adventurer, it's a good idea to become a chef instead, Barrett thought to herself. The battlefield is next to a soup pot or grill, with a shovel and soup spoon as weapons, and the enemy is turnips and peas, as well as jerky. The onion is the toughest of all, and its attacks will make you cry. Spices are your adventure companions, and if you want to have a perfect adventure (to make a good dish), you can't do without them.

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After dinner, everyone decided on the order of night duty, the half-elf was on the first shift, Barrett was on the second shift, and the dwarf was on the last shift. Old Will and the Ogre are not involved in the night's watch.

Barrett volunteered to be at midnight, because he was the only one who was familiar with the Misty Forest, and the others were first-time visitors, so the hardest part was given to him.

If he could, the brute would even want to spend the night alone, because he wasn't too comfortable with the others. This worry is not due to distrust of the other two's strength, but because there are too many strange things happening in the Misty Forest, and it is difficult for those who have not been in contact with them to guard against it.

Fortunately, Old Will still had a ring of magic traps and magic alarms around everyone's campsite, which really made Barrett feel a lot more at ease.

As an ordinary person who does not know how to use magic, Barrett believes in the power of magic, and like all ordinary people on the continent, he believes that magic is better than people most of the time.

"Looks like the first day of our trip went pretty well, didn't it? Old Will sat outside the light of the campfire, his back against the fallen fir tree, his figure a little blurred. The spark in his pipe suddenly lit up in the night, reflecting his face hidden in the night.

The ogre's even snoring had already sounded, and the big man was wearing full-body armor and lay on the ground and fell asleep. You don't need to think about what kind of task to take, you don't need to think about where the team should go next and what to do. As long as he was well fed, Moglock didn't seem to have any troubles.

Barrett teases the campfire with a twig so that it doesn't burn too fast. Although there is no shortage of trees in the forest, it is quite difficult to find dry firewood that burns without smoke at this time. Fortunately, Barrett and the others have prepared a lot of firewood in advance, which is enough to cope with it for a long time.

"There shouldn't be any big things going on for the first two days. He said. If not as unlucky as Jack's group.

"Do you think we're likely to find the target in the next few days? Old Will asked.

"If you're lucky, you should be able to find out if you go two or three days deeper. Barrett replied in an uncertain tone, "Frostworms are the size of a frost bug, and they leave a lot of marks when they move. As long as you find a few traces, the rest is simple. ”

No, Barrett didn't think it was easy to kill two large insects that were nearly fourteen or five meters long, let alone capture them alive.

"I have to say, my peers are really up to problems. What do they want two live frost worms for?," said Old Will helplessly.

"What if it's two males or two females?" the half-elf laughed, "The gender of the frostworm isn't explicitly required in the quest. Besides, don't they have to turn the whole forest upside down when they mate*?"

It's a standard, adventurer-style topic, and it's usually accompanied by a group of men laughing in understanding. But when it comes out of the mouth of a person like the half-elf Estelle with long ears and delicate facial features, there is always an indescribable weirdness.

Whenever Barrett thought he knew something about the half-elves, the long-eared man could always say something beyond the impression of a barbarian.

The dwarf Mapra sat opposite Barret, holding a strange-looking beetle in his hand, and was carefully observing it by the light of the fire. The beetle's body has a dark gray shell, but the head is a shiny orange-yellow, with no eyes or tentacles.

The poor little worm was restrained and free, and its four pairs of abdominal legs were swaying in vain in the air, and the bone fragments of its chest and abdomen occasionally rubbed and vibrated with movement, making a crisp and light sound.

It was this sound that made the gnome spot it from the fallen fir tree.

"What's it called?" asked the dwarf suddenly, his voice low and hoarse.

Barrett looked up to meet the gnome's gaze, and found that the latter's eyes had an inexplicable gloom in them.

The creatures in the Misty Forest are so varied that even though Barrett has been adventuring here for more than a decade, he thinks he has never seen even one percent of the creatures in the forest, let alone knows about it.

But the beetle Barrett that the dwarf asked happened to know, or rather, the vast majority of adventurers in Bay of Pigs.

"'Nora without eyes'. Barrett replied, "A very common beetle in the Misty Forest, which feeds on the sap of fir trees. At the turn of spring and summer, the forest can be seen everywhere. ”

"'Eyeless Nora', why does a beetle have such a weird name?"

"I don't know who originally came up with the name, but that's what the adventurers of Bay of Pigs call it. And there's a legend about it. Barrett said.

"A legend, what kind of legend?" asked the half-elf again.

"That's a legend about a girl named 'Nora'. ”

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