"I feel like mushrooms are growing on my body."

Feng Ying cautiously leaned her head closer to the bonfire, fiddling with her hair and trying to dry her bangs, but unexpectedly, a drop of grease fell from the barbecue, and the jumping tongue of fire almost didn't catch the ends of her hair, so she hurriedly leaned back to dodge.

"Babble!!"

Gordon didn't have time to care about Feng Ying's stupid behavior, he was staring at a small pot by the campfire, carefully stir-frying the weeping dragon sebum in small pieces with a fork.

This is not cooking any food, but to extract a special ointment called "weeping oil" from the sebum of the weeping dragon.

This ointment has miraculous effects in the treatment of burns, skin inflammation, etc., and is very valuable.

But Gordon doesn't care about the price.

For people who spend a lot of time in swamps, weeping oil can be said to be a necessity.

Apply a thick layer on the body, although it may feel strange to slippery, but it is effective in avoiding mosquito bites, eczema, dermatitis and other problems.

In extremely humid environments, these inconspicuous ailments can become serious and can kill people.

"Woohoo!"

Amber, the tooth hound, who had been eating raw meat and was napping by the campfire, suddenly raised her head, her triangular ears raised high.

The pork chop in charge of cooking also stopped turning the barbecue in his hand and looked in the direction of the entrance to the cave camp.

"Human?" Dismantling the heavy crossbow into parts, Anhil, who was in maintenance, raised his head and asked.

"It's meow."

The crowd relaxed a little.

As the group with the highest force value among human beings, no one will touch the moldy heads of hunters, even the ruffians in the city, when they see hunters, they all walk around.

The only thing that can pose a threat to hunters is monsters.

Since it was humans approaching the camp, there was nothing to worry about, ordinary people would not wander in the wild after nightfall, and nine times out of ten the people who came were also companions.

Footsteps approached.

It must have noticed the fire in the camp, and the comer's pace froze slightly.

Gordon stood up and said loudly to the outside of the cave: "Come in, brother, in the wilderness, there is no need to care about those false courtesies, let's roast the fire and eat some hot food." ”

"Haha, that's welcome." A young male voice with a strong accent came in.

Walking into the cave camp was a figure wrapped in blue armor.

Gordon, who has traveled around and traveled to many places, recognized this piece of equipment - the Sea Dragon Suit, an excellent armor made from the materials of sea dragon monsters living in the sea.

It can be seen in coastal areas, but it is quite rare in inland areas, not because of the source of materials, but because the most outstanding advantage of this equipment is that it allows hunters to be more agile and fast when moving underwater.

In other words, this is a suit of armor suitable for naval warfare.

After entering the cave, the visitor took off his helmet, revealing a swarthy face with his hair in a bun, and his face should have been older than Gordon, in his twenties and nearly thirty.

He showed a mouthful of teeth that looked exceptionally white against the background of his complexion, and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, it is Az from Moga Village. ”

The three of Gordon also introduced themselves one after another, and the pork chop that continued to barbecue was no exception, and even Amber came to join in the fun and "snort".

After removing the inconvenient armor and skirt armor and setting them aside, the young hunter named Azi sat down in the vacant seat that Gordon had vacated, but he was not too close to the fire.

Feng Ying looked at him curiously, "You're soaking wet, aren't you cold?" ”

Azi was stunned when he heard this, touched his wet bun, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I don't like to bake dry, it's just right here." ”

Gordon thought that the other party was polite, but Anhill suddenly spoke: "Moga Village, I remember it is a village on a remote island in the South China Sea, is Your Excellency Azi a sea citizen?" ”

"Yes."

"I see, no wonder I don't like drying."

After listening to Ansiel's words, Gordon also understood, only Feng Ying was still confused.

Curious, she asked, "What do you mean by the people of the sea, the people who live on the sea?" ”

"Feng Ying is from the Western Continent, and she has never come into contact with or heard of the sea people." Anhill explained for Feng Ying.

"It's okay, it's okay." Azi waved his hand.

He had already noticed the identity of the Wind Warrior Terran, and since they were both ethnic minorities, it was unlikely that the latter was pretending to say strange things.

Azi took off his wrist armor and stretched out his webbed palm in front of Feng Ying, "You're right, you lived on the coast and islands in the era of the Emen Sea People, and they were used to dampness, and if they were too dry, their skin would be uncomfortable. ”

"I see." Feng Ying nodded, she was still curious, but she kept her mouth shut out of politeness.

Azi had a good temper, he noticed Feng Ying's entanglement, and said with a smile: "It's okay, just ask whatever you want, you won't care." ”

Feng Ying blinked, "You have webbed, will you make you swim faster?" I can't swim all the time, what about diving? Is Aziz senior very good at holding his breath? ”

"It's going to be fast, the seafolk are very good at swimming, after all, most of the seafolk make a living from fishing, as for holding their breath, well, they can hold it for about ten minutes, and if you exercise vigorously, it will be shorter." Azi patiently answered Feng Ying's question.

"When Aziz was swimming, did he prefer sea water or fresh water?"

"The sea water is more accustomed, but if the water quality is good, the fresh water is also very comfortable."

"The barbecue is almost ready, pork chops, let's divide it for everyone." Gordon interrupted the question-and-answer chat between Feng Ying and Aziz just in time.

He was afraid that the little girl would ask something next: "Will the sea people spawn like fish?" "Something like that

Gordon's words succeeded in diverting Feng Ying and Az's attention to the huge piece of thigh meat that had been roasted to a golden brown, and both of them swallowed at the same time, hungry.

"Meow~!" The pork chop drew a one-foot-long cleaver in a very stylish manner.

In the flash of the knife, thin and continuous slices of barbecue meat were sliced off the huge roast leg and flipped into the plate in front of everyone.

After the grill is just right, the pork chop is put back on the grill, sprinkled with a layer of condiments, and continues to roast slowly.

Today's pork chops, after scouting, setting traps, and treating wounds, are also full of cooking.

"Thanks, wow, it smells so good!" Aziz cheered, and like the others, he took out his utensils and feasted on them.

After a few bites, he remembered something again, took out a small glass bottle from his bag, poured out a little bit of the light brown liquid in it, and applied it to the roast meat.

Stimulated by the residual temperature of the barbecue, a salty aroma with a slightly fishy smell spreads.

Without waiting for Feng Ying to ask, Azi took the initiative to offer treasure and said: "This is the condiment of E's hometown, called fish juice, do you want to try it?" ”

"Yes!"

Several people tried a little.

Unlike the clear and thin appearance, the saltiness and umami of this condiment are very strong, and the fishy smell is also obvious, except for the pork chop that I like very much, the rest of the people are not very comfortable.

"Hahaha." Azi smiled happily, "This thing is best tasted with fish and shrimp!" That's what fishing hunter Aziz has learned for years! ”

At first, I just wanted to use some infrequently used self-proclaimed oral fetishes and modal words to highlight the setting of Azi's "speaking dialects", but after writing this chapter, my mind was full of Shaanxi dialect--!

(End of chapter)