The leader of the centaurs waved his hand to the clansmen, and the centaurs finally let go of their hearts.

Before enjoying the meal, the sturdy man led the tribe through a simple but solemn ritual:

He first placed a food offering at a specific location in the northeast corner of the tribe and then began to pray for the blessings of the god of centaurs.

His demeanor was very solemn, his hands clenched into fists, looking up at the sky, his gaze focused and reverent.

His movements were very slow and precise, first slowly outstretching his arms and his palms outward, as if to petition the heavens.

Then he clasped his palms together and hugged his chest tightly, and then the whole ritual ended.

Ron looked at the reverent eyes of the crowd and looked thoughtfully.

Counting it, it doesn't seem that there are many believers, except for the shallow believers in the Blackstone tribe and Windmill Town, there is no development.

Now the thousands of units of divine power in Ron's body are all transformed by the power of faith that was taken from the Supreme Scepter before, and there is actually no fixed source.

"Maybe I should really collect more dependents to spread the power of faith."

Ron touched his chin and thought quietly.

"Centaurs."

When the ceremony was over, the centaur leader beckoned the crowd to begin eating their food.

They gathered in front of the iron pot and the bonfire, using specially sharpened stone knives to pick meat from the pot and eat it, enjoying the delicious food.

Ron was led by the centaur leader to the largest iron pot in the center of the campfire.

Apparently the place had been cleared in advance, and the nearly two-meter-wide black iron cauldron was only here for the Centaur Leader and Ron.

"My lord, this is it, if you don't dislike it, I can stay and serve you"

"Hmm."

Ron casually agreed, and then curiously fiddled with the complex pile of condiments next to the iron pot.

The centaur leader cautiously looked at Ron's face, and saw that he didn't show any signs of boredom, so he sat down quietly.

Some dragons refuse to eat with other people, and if Ron shows any such tendency, he will not hesitate to leave the place and let Ron enjoy the food alone.

As for why he had to stay, the leader of the centaurs also had his own difficulties.

The Red Legion gang is becoming more and more active, and the persecuted Centaurs have to move and hide near the Two Realms Mountains in the Red Heights.

Once the Centaur clan is discovered by the human legion, the better ones will be captured as slaves, and the worse ones will die on the spot!

If you can get the help of this dragon-sama.

"Gollum~~~"

The meat pieces tumbling in the pot are bright red in color, fat but not greasy, and have moderate hardness.

And next to the iron pot are the tender green vegetables that only the patriarch can enjoy, which is a variety that Ron has never seen before, fresh and refreshing.

However, Ron is not a vegetarian and is naturally dismissive of these vegetables.

Summoned a cloud of clear water and cleaned the claws a little.

Ron stretched out a dragon claw and tentatively forked a piece of meat from the pot and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.

The delicious taste made his eyes widen instantly.

Centaur stew is a delicacy known as "Torjuk" and is one of the traditional dishes of the Centaur people.

It is made up of different types of monsters (sometimes with jerky of beasts purchased from human caravans), such as the "Three-winged Flame Eagle" or the "Pterodacty Wolf", among others.

The meat of these beasts is processed, cut into evenly sized pieces and marinated in a special seasoning.

The Centaurs' cooking skills are very unique.

They like to hang the meat of the marinated beasts over the fire and grill it over special oak charcoal crushed by the hooves of men and horses.

This method is said to allow the meat to retain a unique aroma.

In the process of roasting meat, the Centaurs also add a rare spice called "flame vine", which makes the meat more delicious.

What is shocking is that this tedious and complicated process is only the beginning of the production of "Torjuk"!

After the barbecue, the Centaurs will put the meat of the beast until it is 7 medium rare, and add some special spices that have been passed down from generation to generation of the Centaurs, such as "Blue Stone Grass Mixture" and "Desert Chilli Powder".

Later, under the careful control of several females, this pot of delicious food with a unique aroma is slowly simmered around the fire.

Eventually, each successful dish of "Toljuk" will present its own unique flavors, some spicy, some sweet, and some with a hint of bitterness.

It sounds a lot like witch soup, but it's not at all like it.

These flavors are created by the perfect combination of different ingredients and spices, and each ratio is so precise that one point less or more can make the taste even worse!

It's hard to imagine how this group of Centaurs roaming the wilderness would have mastered such a rough and delicate cooking technique.

"Purr~~Purr"

Ron quickly emptied the roast in the pot, and finally felt that it was not enjoyable to eat, so he simply picked up the whole cauldron and looked up wildly.

Although it is not as delicate and delicate as Vivien's food, this rugged and unrestrained "Torjuk" makes Ron experience another feeling.

It's like you're used to eating big fish and meat, and you can feel a unique flavor when you occasionally eat wild vegetables on your head.

This made him even more willing to take in this group of people.

To capture the heart of a dragon, you must first conquer his stomach - Dragonvein Warlock Swicke. 】

"Hiccup—"

Putting down the clean iron pot, Ron patted his stomach in satisfaction and burped.

He turned his head to look at the stunned centaur leader.

"Well, your stew is doing well, communicate with Hogg and them in the future, and develop more new dishes~"

"Oh yes."

The centaur leader nodded mechanically, he was frightened by the abyssal maw that suddenly appeared just now.

Can you imagine the shocking sensation of a two-meter-long young dragon with a mouth suddenly four or five meters wide, the centaur leader just felt it up close.

After he agreed to Ron's instructions, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Wait a minute! Who is Hogg? Why did Centaur develop new dishes with him?

The centaur leader looked confused, and then cautiously asked the dragon beside him:

"Well, Lord Ron, what are you talking about Hogg?"

Ron pulled out a birch toothpick out of nowhere, and while picking his teeth, he observed Lilia, who was not far away, who was completely white and munching on vegetable leaves.

"Oh, you say Hogg? He's my dependent, and he's the second-in-command of the Blackstone tribe now. ”

"Amount"

At this time, the centaur leader had countless words of complaint in his heart, but because the other party was too strong, he could only forcibly endure it.

"This. . . Is Lord Hogg also in the Red Heights? ”

"Of course not."

The leader of the centaurs is a little confused, no one is in the Red Soil Heights, so let's go find him? .

"So what do you mean?"

"Don't you understand?"

Ron finally withdrew his gaze from Lilia and turned to look at the tall, but slightly reserved centaur leader.

"Me"

The centaur leader had already guessed something, but he still didn't speak.

He had originally intended to hire the dragon master and teach the human legions that had been harassing them lately.

I didn't expect the other party to have a bigger appetite, and I directly wanted to accept them as dependents.

As a kind race of order, there are not a few people who have become the dependents of dragons, and the key depends on whether the other party is a dragon species of the order-abiding camp.

If it was an evil five-colored dragon, then they would not succumb to death.

As if to see the doubts in his heart, Ron patiently explained:

"Don't worry, I'm not one of those five-colored dragons, I'm barely in the order camp, and I won't let you do anything, just provide me with faith and food."

After speaking, Ron muttered in his heart:

"If chaos and kindness are orderly."

After he came out of Tina's room before, he asked Morey from the library to do another camp test for him, and after making sure that the result was the same as Tina's telling, he was relieved.

What he didn't know was that Tina actually detected two faction tendencies, while Morey detected only one.

"Allow me to think about it."

The centaur leader frowned, pondering the pros and cons of being a dependent.

Ron ignored the centaur leader's struggles.

He was just talking about notice, not deliberation.

It didn't really matter what the Centaur leader would do, and if he refused, Ron wouldn't mind taking control of the entire Centaur tribe by force.

[I can't get the Rose Kingdom, I can't get your little Centaur tribe? 】

Ron continued to look at Lilia.

Under Ron's unbridled gaze, the pure white centaur had already sensed Mr. Dragon's naked gaze.

Lilia buried her head in her mother's chest a little shyly, her pure white ponytail swaying gently, not daring to look at Ron.

"Your daughter is so nice."

As the centaur leader hesitated, Ron spoke suddenly.

(End of chapter)