"I'm telling you, something like Xiao beef should be eaten in a big gulp, and it would be great if it could be solved in one bite, after all, this kind of delicacy on Fenris should have a Fenris-like home."

"You must believe me at this point, because I am the best beef barbecue expert in the whole galaxy, the champion of the Fenris Big Stomach Contest for a hundred years, and even my father himself is far inferior to me in this regard, he has nothing I can eat, and I can drink either: ask the golden dolls around him, or any Fenris who is a little older, and they will testify to me."

From Riemanrus's mouth spat out a string of complex tones, a campfire march of joy, roars, muttering, remembrance, innocent curses, and a foul minorty full of Fenris, and the great roast king marched to military music, directing everything they needed with ease.

Because it was a family feast, except for the four heirs of the empire, there were no Astarte warriors in this hall bound by thousands of stars: the space wolves behind Riemanlus only brought everything that the primordials needed, and retreated silently together with the dark angel next to them.

The Wolf King took over the rest, he set up the iron frame, pierced hundreds of kilograms of meat with the two huge long forks that ran through it, and then patiently performed such tasks as setting up the charcoal fire, ensuring ventilation, and spreading the sauce, and a barrel of Fenris's topping wine was opened early, and the rich, viscous liquor that was as thick as an unrefined promethium had already been drunk.

"After eating these hundreds of kilograms of meat, we can also have an appetizer and a delicious meal."

"If I can show you an ice cellar barbecue on Fenris, it is a must for the Space Wolf Legion: pick the coldest time of the year, carve a natural oven on the ice, reinforce it with ice bricks, and then roast it directly inside, the flame can't melt the ice at all, and the meat roasted like that is the most beautiful thing in the whole galaxy."

The Genogen licked the wine stains stuck to his frantic beard, and the flame that had been ignited by Johnson was burning more and more under his careful care, illuminating the darkness between the square inches and the faces of each primordial.

By the light of the fire, Riemannus looked at the other brothers beside him: he saw that Johnson was still staring at the bonfire in hindsight, the light in his pupils was like a knight staring at the bandits' dens in the territory, and the Calibans seemed to be wondering from the bottom of their hearts why Riemanrus had allowed this bonfire to flourish so quickly.

Poor guy.

The Wolf King scoffed: Johnson must have lit the necessary bonfire during his overnight stay in the deep forests of Caliban, but how could the small flames that were lit with damp leaves in order to survive be comparable to the sacred pieces of meat and the firework spirits at the dinner party?

Conrad on the side did not hide the curiosity on his face at all, he stared closely at the charcoal fire and the barbecue, as if he was extracting some cruel creativity from the skilful technique of Riemanruth, and as for Morgan, she was very quiet, solemnly watching the Fenris's cooking: as any great diner would do.

Beyond them, the cold air and dark vision guarded the edge of the flames, becoming the best refrigerator for storing those fresh pieces of meat, and at the very edge of the hall, some shadows could be faintly seen, looking from afar, like a vigorous green bush in the valley, making the genetic prototypes a group of druids who seemed to be looking for the meaning of life in the deep mountains and old forests.

As the pale golden grease began to appear on the surface of the meat, for a moment, several of the genetic protogens fell silent, and all that lingered in their ears was the occasional crackling sound of the flames and the mischievous breeze running through the crack in the door, gently caressing the golden appearance of the beef, which had been smeared with a special spice sauce, and let out an intimate chuckle.

A new drop of fat dangled from the hem of the lump and fell into the flames, and a soft hissing sounded: with it, the happy whistle of Riemanrus.

"Oh~ Father's blessing."

"I'm so much better than I thought I would, and you're blessed: who wants to taste the three-ripe whistling beef and experience the juices and blood bursting in their mouths?"

The Wolf King's cheerful tone circled around the campfire, and only three awkward silences were obtained: Johnson seemed to have little interest in answering his blood relatives, and even more so disgusted by the half-baked barbarian food, but Conrad across from him seemed interested, and even the Spider Queen's gaze could not quench his passion.

"Do you want to either, Conrad?"

Receiving an affirmative answer, Riemann Ruth was like a victorious general, and he contacted the Calibans on the other side with a whistle.

"Hey! My brother host, where did you put the barbecue fork and cleaver? ”

“……”

Johnson did not answer Riemanruth: from his position, there was a silence, an eerie silence, a silence that made Morgan's eyelids jump next to him.

Conrad's sarcastic chuckle had long since spread in the darkness.

“……”

After a few seconds or so, in full view, Caliban slowly lifted his head, his long golden hair and emerald pupils glowing with the firelight, exuding a sculpture-like look, and on his still serious countenance, there was an indescribable and strange expression.

But Morgan knew that look.

That's called "dazed".

"Barbecue fork?"

It was a few more moments, crackling in the firelight, that the Caliban frowned and chewed on the word slowly, as if it were some unspeakable taboo.

“…… Of course, a barbecue fork! ”

Riemannus's wild countenance had half collapsed: he could guess roughly why Johnson was silent, and felt a certain wonder about it.

"Barbecue fork! Something for barbecue! Shipboard light spear at barbecue! Johnson, you can't be in the middle of a bonfire and not prepare this, right? ”

“…… I didn't want to hold this ......."

"It doesn't matter!"

The wolf king grinned, baring his fangs, and he was silent for a moment before waving his arm and reluctantly giving in.

"What about the other things? Barbecue nets? Barbecue pins? Tin foil? Cleaver? ”

“……”

"Don't tell me you don't even have cutlery for our meat, do you?"

“……”

"There is no such thing as useless on the Indomitable Truth."

"Smack!"

With a snap, Riemanruth covered his face, and he was even a little annoyed by his brother.

"Then how do you want us to eat, just grab it with our claws?"

“！”

Before Johnson could answer, another genogen was in a hurry.

Conrad looked up, a few smiles on his face, and then, before everyone could react, Midnight Wraith held out his right hand: the sharp nails of the genoplasm were no weaker than the hard-crafted claws.

The Nostramo quickly tore a blood-dripping trophy from the nearest piece of flesh, and opened his mouth full of vicious fangs, allowing the juice and blood to stain his lips at will.

"Hmm...... Not ripe. ”

Conrad gave a brief comment, and then he turned his head to see a certain Spider Queen on his right, a disapproving glance: and the grease that remained in his nails dripped onto the clothes Morgan had chosen for him.

“……”

At this moment, Midnight Ghost couldn't help but wonder if his dear carrion sister would turn her face on the spot and drag him into the endless darkness behind him if he wiped his hands with this garment.

Conrad shuddered, shrunk his neck, resisted the thought of reaching out his claws again, and turned his body to take out a hard baguette from the bag next to him, and nibble on it with a blank face.

…… Wait a minute!

This stuff tastes pretty good.

“……”

Just as Midnight Ghost discovers the New World, on the other side, the confrontation between the Lion King and the Wolf King finally comes to an end: the Lord of Caliban looks up and walks towards the darkness behind him, followed by a harsh sound of metal grinding.

After a few minutes, Johnson returned to his place and handed over what he had in his hand.

"Use this."

He said.

Riemanruth subconsciously stretched out his hand, and then took it...... A sword.

“？”

"This used to be the discussion room of the First Legion: whenever the officers had some unresolvable disagreement, they would gather here for a bloodless duel, so there were swords everywhere, some of them as proof of the defeat on the ground, and some of them as substitutes for replacement."

"Roast on the fire, these swords can be used."

In the end, the Calibans even thoughtfully gave a way to disinfect it.

“…… What do you mean? ”

Riemann Ruth took the cleaver, which was no different from a dagger to him, and fell silent, and then he looked at the other two diners: Morgan took the sword from Johnson early, while Conrad resisted, and it was clear that the Midnight Wraith had a preference between the sword and his nails.

But in the midst of the Spider Queen's seduction with her gaze and smile, the Nostramo man made the right choice, taking the sword and using it to strike the second baguette in his hand.

It's good, it doesn't move at all.

"Meat in the blade, huh? I remember those ancient soldiers would do that. ”

A mocking smile flashed across Riemanlus's face, and he muttered quietly as he continued his roasting work, and it turned out that his prowess was not limited by the change of tools, and when the first pieces of roasted meat wrapped around the blades of the primitives, everyone showed a satisfied expression after tasting it.

"So-so, I'll bake it better in the next batch."

The pride of the Fenris was uncontrollable by the tide of the full moon, and he swallowed the iron-bladed roast in one gulp, and then began to gather the climax of the feast.

"Don't be so dumb, brothers, take out all the wine you brought, and let us talk about what we should talk about at the party: Father, look at your polite appearance, I thought I had come to that nerdy world in Magnus, and the youngest wolves under my command are more like a bunch of men than you!"

Riemannus grinning as he divided the meat and pulled out the huge Fenris barrels from behind him: the pungent smell of wine could be smelled clearly from a distance of more than a dozen meters, and the genogen proudly slapped the barrel, which was probably older than him, and let the increasingly vigorous fire light bake the heavy planks with a dull thumping sound.

"Secret wine, Fenris's secret wine, the awesome guy I made myself, I didn't even dare to give my cubs to drink: the original one could make them numb, and now this one is an added version, refined from the blood of ice demons and sea monsters, and even I can drink it until I get drunk."

Johnson frowned.

"It's just a dinner party, Riemann, not those circus shows on your home planet."

"Yes, yes, just a meal: so you didn't prepare a round table, nor a full tablecloth or knives and forks, and I'm so grateful for that, because my nose is allergic to those civilized things."

"Johnson, you're so sweet."

From the darkness came the rough laughter of the Midnight Wraith, mixed with the laughter of the Fenris, which made the Dark Angel's protogenitor frown even more: Johnson grimaced his face, swallowed the flesh of the blade, got up again, and entered the darkness.

With the sound of heavy objects dragging around, the Lion King soon brought in two fine vats, from which the sound of wine clashing was also heard: if the barrel of Riemanrus was a rough Viking, then Johnson was a Crusader knight in bright armor.

"The Wine of Cid, which has been in the Caliban for hundreds of years, has always been a secret of various knights, and its name originated from a noble knight hundreds of years ago."

The Genotype of the First Legion raised his head arrogantly, explaining the liquor he had brought: tales of fearless knights and glorious slashes, and legends of fighting behemoths to the death that would only exist in scrolls and bards.

"It is the strongest of wines, and it summons the courage of the heart: once a knight, in his solitude, drank a drop of this wine to his servants, and they showed endless valor, and together with the knight resisted the overwhelming tide of behemoths, and did not flinch until they died in battle."

"Shame yourself on, Riemann, that kind of country stuff of yours won't make it to the table."

In front of the Fenris, Johnson always seems to have an endless desire to compare.

“…… Ha! ”

In the darkness, the Midnight Wraith still let out that mocking laugh: only this time the laughter was so sharp that it caught all eyes.

Seeing that the eyes of the lion and the wolf were silently turned to him, the Nostramo man first blinked innocently, and slowly tasted his share of meat: after realizing that such a disguise was useless, Conrad raised his chin defiantly, and let the ends of his black hair dance around the exuberant campfire.

"Why don't you show them it?"

He looked at the Spider Queen, who had been silent, and drew the eyes of the other two as well: by the light and cover of the fire, the Lord of the Second Legion gave her parasite brother a roll of the eyes, prompting an even more unbridled laugh.

Morgan didn't delay any longer, and she took out the same wine she had with her: the sweet smell was placed in three large metal jugs, and when they came close to the fire and mixed with the scents of the other two wines, even the Genogens could feel a kind of intoxication in the blend of flavors.

"Don't you want to introduce me?"

Riemanruth asked Morgan with a smile.

The Spider Empress blinked, a hint of embarrassment crossed her immaculate face, but no one could see it under the double cover of fire and darkness: but before that, with a new shrill laugh from Conrad, the Midnight Wraith had begun to introduce the [goodies] that his old sister had brought.

"Queen Crimson, Avalon's wine."

The Nostramo man pointed to the jugs, and he turned his head to look at Johnson and Riemanrus, and the back of his head met Morgan's murderous gaze.

"This wine is much more famous than the two you brought: in the entire history of Avalon, at least a hundred kings have been poisoned by this wine, and it takes its name from an ancient female tyrant of Avalon, who threw it into the wells of rebellious cities, poisoned hundreds of thousands of people in one night, and since then, she and this wine have been called the Crimson Queen."

"Wow!"

"Then I'm going to have a taste."

The wolf king of Fenris let out a great exclamation, and he strode impatiently to the side of the jug, sniffing the sweet taste greedily, and then spread his gaze to the other two wines.

I said...... Everybody. ”

Riemanrus laughed.

"It's been fine lately anyway: how about we mix and match these wines?"

——————

"You shouldn't be so foolish, Riemann."

Taking the glass of wine that had been carefully blended by the Fenris, Johnson furrowed his golden brow in disagreement as he simply sniffed the strong, sweet, fishy, and corrosive acids.

"Please, Johnson, isn't this what a banquet should do, eat meat, drink, fight, chat, brag and fart, are you still afraid that you will get drunk?"

"Drunken mistakes, don't forget, there is still a remnant fleet of Randan Xenomorphs, floating outside the halo stars, we are about to set out to deal with them, any possibility of mistake should be strictly forbidden."

"Father!"

After a glass of wine, Riemannus grabbed the roast meat from his sword and sighed to the sky.

"Sometimes I even feel like you're like an Imperial Fist: it's just a bunch of lost dogs that don't even have their home planet, and my cubs can knock them to the ground with a single spit."

"It's really not good, I'll take the army to deal with them tomorrow! Father, don't talk about these unappetizing topics, your Luthor is much more likable than you, Johnson, and surely one of the two of you is not a Caliban. ”

Johnson didn't reply, he just silently drank the wine in his glass: fortunately, Riemanlus didn't forget to bring a few more glasses while bringing the beef, wine, and coal and grill for the barbecue.

[Have you met with Luther?] 】

To Johnson's left, the Spider Queen lowered her glass to the ground, slowly disassembling the flesh from the blade with her teeth as she wiped away the grease from the corners of her mouth with her tongue: the Midnight Wraith was staring at her earnestly, as if learning how to feast gracefully.

Johnson's brow moved.

"No, Luthor seems to have forgotten his duty, he didn't come to me in the first place to report on his work, but he was dealing with the things he had at hand: these were all things that Coswayne told me, and he talked to Luthor about them."

[Did you give a clear order for him to come to you?] 】

"He should take the initiative to come over and join the Dark Angel Legion from the very beginning, that's it."

【……】

Morgan slowly chewed the tendons in her mouth, and after finishing the piece of meat on the blade, she rubbed her fingertips, picked up the glass mixed with three liquors by Riemanrus, and sniffed.

【……】

Well, it looks like some kind of flowing plasma solution: the kind that would make the Fireblood cultists of Reza ecstatic, and Morgan didn't even doubt the effectiveness of the new liquor against Terminator Armor.

The Spider Empress hesitated, she summoned her psionic powers, and only after the flickering flashes gathered in her pupils did she take a sip of her glass.

【……】

Up.

Morgan let out a hot breath as she looked at the two men on the other side of the fire: Johnson and Riemanruth seemed to have found a new topic, they were discussing whose warriors had the more powerful fighting power, and at this point, neither of them seemed to be backing down.

On the other side, Conrad puffed out his cheeks and swallowed a large piece of charred flesh in one gulp, noticing Morgan's gaze, winking at her, and then cutting another piece of meat with his blade.

"Give."

Looking at the meat that was handed to him, Morgan frowned for a moment before pulling the piece of meat off the blade with his fingers.

[Thank you.] 】

"Hopefully you won't choke."

Conrad gave a mocking smile as he looked at the oiliness on Morgan's fingers: it was enough that he did it on purpose, and then, Midnight Wraith took his glass and drank it down.

“……”

“！”

[This wine is very good, my dear little parasite. 】

Looking at the momentary distortion of the Nostramo man's face, and the way he opened his mouth and kept fanning and inhaling, the Lord of Avalon also replied with a mocking smile, she lowered her voice and laughed banterly.

And at this moment, the wild voice of Riemannus, mixed with the red face and ears in the debate, came over.

"Morgan, tell me about it!"

"Space Wolf or Dark Angel, which side is the better warrior!"

【……】

The Spider Queen's eyes narrowed, she raised her glass, her tone arrogant.

[The best fighter? 】

[My brothers, then I have to mention my Dawnbreaker......]

I was going to do it directly today, but I seem to have taken the wrong medicine at noon, and my state is now very poor, and I have just recovered a little, so I can only write so much first (covering my face)

(End of chapter)