"Barn, don't really care that much."

Trish was crouching next to a stream, comforting Barn as he buried himself in the stream, trying to make the clear water purify his own scent.

"Barn? Who is Barn? ”

There was a gurgling sound in the water, and Barn poked out half of his face: "You recognize the wrong person, my name is Bud, Bard Warhammer." ”

"Poof, no, although what happened just now is really embarrassing, but we really won't laugh at you." Trish covered her mouth, trying to act like she couldn't laugh.

"What's the matter?" Barn also tried to squeeze out a blank look, although the flushed face betrayed his emotions: "I don't remember anything that just happened. ”

"That's right! Forget the best! Trish breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm also worried that Barn will be haunted by accidentally shattering all the corpses, and the whole person will be baptized by carrion, and as a result, you will be fainted." ”

Barn froze in place, unable to control his expression any longer, and his whole body fell into despair.

"Huh? Did I accidentally say it again? Trish suddenly reacted, her face turned red, and she hurriedly said, "Barn, I really didn't mean to. I want to comfort you. ”

"Don't talk to me, half-elf!" Barn lay down directly in the stream: "Also, from today onwards, I am not Barn, my name is Bard. ”

"Barn is dead!"

The last sentence was almost roared out of rage.

Tang Sen glanced over to this side, and then continued to handle the flesh of the black dragon.

Although Barne is indeed funny. No, it can be said that it is very funny with his stubborn performance, but Townsend is very busy right now.

He had to deal with the flesh and blood of the black dragon, which was an extremely important source of strength for the future.

Smaug had already helped peel off the black dragon's skin—the guy wasn't at all uncomfortable with handling the black dragon that looked like himself, and was even extremely happy.

Probably he didn't treat the other party as his own kind at all, but the ingredients were counted, and Tang Sen could feel his disgust, and even when Tang Sen was dealing with flesh and blood, he looked at him with strange eyes.

There is a kind of "Master, how can you even talk about such a thing?" I can't understand it! "Feelings.

Indeed, as Barn had said, the flesh and blood of the black dragon had a sour and stench smell, and to be honest, it was impossible for anyone to use this thing as an ingredient.

Although dragon scales and dragon skin are also disgusting, they are indeed good things, with the size of a black dragon, at least they can create a team configuration of dragon scale armor, this thing is more precious than pure gold plate armor, physical defense and magic defense are full, and money can't buy it.

Townsend managed to clean up some gold coins before the dimensional bag could fit the thing.

"Barn, have you washed up?"

After the black dragon's flesh and blood were roughly cleaned up, Tang Sen shouted at Barn.

"Boss—" Barn poked his head out of the stream, "please call me Bud." ”

He said dejectedly: "Boss, I'm not clean. ”

"I feel like I smell like a zombie right now. I hate the undead. ”

The magic in Tang Sen's body was working, and he casually threw a spell of "clean as new".

"Come over and do something."

Barn sniffed his arm, and his brows suddenly fell: "Huh? I'm all right! Boss, why didn't you use such a convenient spell earlier? ”

"Are you the boss or am I the boss?" Tang Sen said angrily: "Don't you see that I'm busy?" I'll also give you a lesson, so that the next time I make a fool, it will affect me. ”

"That certainly can't be, dwarves are the most reliable!" Barn ran over, saw the flesh and blood of the black dragon, and immediately took a step back: "Boss, are you serious?" ”

"What do you say?" Tang Sen glanced at him, "I remember that you boasted of being an extraordinary cook. I'll leave it to you, so let's eat it and try to make it as good as it can be. ”

Barn's face stiffened: "I'm a cook, not a mage. I'll try it. ”

Tang Sen could see that he was indeed a little at a loss to start, but there was no way to do this kind of thing, he might be able to eat what Barn did, and if he did it himself, even with his patience, he might not be able to stand this foul smell of flesh and blood.

"Next time, let's find a way to get a red dragon." Tang Sen walked aside while thinking about it, avoiding the stench of the black dragon's flesh and blood: "I remember that there is a red dragon somewhere in the dark region, very fat, and it is definitely a great supplement. ”

While Barn was busy, Townsend was not idle, he had to try out the ideas that had come to him before.

Enhance your digestion with the power of magic!

This wasn't a complicated spell, and Townsend had tried it a few times in between creating transformation spells, and had given up on his original idea.

Based on the knowledge of the human body that I learned during the study of the fruits of the surgery, I expected that the effect would be very good, but in fact, the human body can digest only a limited amount of food every day, and it is difficult to eliminate the residual nutrients in the food except for the extraordinary properties that the shepherd's characteristics draw.

Townsend realized that it was because of his common sense that he had fallen into a strange circle, but in fact, he didn't need to be so troublesome.

I don't need such a precise human body, the wizards of the Harry Potter world have created so many spells, and I have never heard of any spells created based on scientific theories.

What he needed was not so much "digestion" as "refining".

Therefore, this spell only needs to absorb the transcendent properties of what is eaten, and separate and disappear all the other parts - if it weren't for the shepherd's trait, Townsend could even absorb it directly outside the body, without having to endure the strange taste.

This also prevents the body from absorbing the harmful and toxic substances contained in the black dragon's flesh and blood.

Naomi lingered around Townsend several times, wanting to stop talking, but Townsend was so immersed in the study of spells that he ignored her.

It wasn't until a strange mixture of spice and sourness began to come to his nose that Townsend relented.

"Boss, I tried my best."

Barn came over with a large, freshly shaved wooden tray, on which the roast was of an extremely suspicious color.

"This thing can't be stewed at all, it makes me feel like I'm stewing. Ahem, boss, I'm not saying you eat—"

"Shut up!" Tang Sen stopped the other party, lest the other party say something more disgusting.

Damn, the three teammates he was looking for couldn't speak more than the other, and Townsend suddenly felt that Trish and Naomi should be a little more heartbroken when they comforted Barn.

"Keep doing it, don't stop."

Townsend took the plate, sent the other man away, looked at what really didn't look like food, and took a deep breath.

(End of chapter)