On the northern border of the "World Serpent Celestial Circulation", which circles the entire world.

An unknown island that has not yet been recorded on the official nautical charts of the Lighthouse Federation.

The campfire crackled.

An unknown fish, which was longer than a man, was stuck in a wooden pole and flipped happily over the flames, roasting and steaming.

The skin of the fish is slightly charred, the flesh is white, and the plump fat oozes golden oil beads and falls into the fire, bursting with sparks, which also makes the enticing aroma more and more intense.

Sprinkled with snow-white salt and spices made secret by a second-order gourmet, the crowd sitting around the campfire was salivating.

"It's ripe, let's eat!"

A group of fierce pirates who have been living on this small island for more than ten days have long since become unkempt.

But with plenty of fresh water, it's pretty clean.

Hearing the command to start eating, they immediately reached out and grabbed the hot fish meat in front of them and began to devour it.

Although the meal was simple, it was much stronger than the nautical cookies eaten on ocean voyages.

In this camp of considerable size, there were many similar fires, and the total number of pirates patrolling outside was close to two hundred.

"Tsk, you guys, you really can't eat fine chaff. The real delicacy of our meal is not some grilled sea fish. ”

As the head chef, the gourmand [blood red whiskey] Alfred, sat on a bluestone with a golden knife, and did not grab fish from his crew.

First, he slowly poured himself a large sip of rum.

He then pulled out two black lumps of mud from the fire with a branch, and knocked open the mud shells with his hands, and there were two fragrant fat chickens hidden inside.

This is exactly what Alfred cooked with his own hands based on the secret recipe given to him by his own captain Byron - "beggar's chicken"!

"Beggar chicken? That's a strange name.

And I still haven't figured out the secrets of many of the dishes on that recipe.

For example: Why is there no wife in the wife's cake? Why is there no fish in the fish-flavored pork strips? There is no lion in the lion's head?

Although the captain is a genius chef, the talent for coming up with names is elusive.

Could it be that this is the quirk of the legendary master? ”

This man, who claims to have whiskey flowing in his veins, shook his head, took a sip of spirits, a mouthful of fat chicken, and ate happily.

And as a second-order gourmet, he eats an astonishing amount of food.

Three times five divided by two, he stuffed a big fat chicken with a much larger size than ordinary into his stomach, looked at the second one with some pity, and smashed his mouth:

"Different breeds of chickens taste very different with the same method.

Although the chickens produced here are three or four times larger than those of the Old World pheasants, the meat is too woody and far less delicious than the latter.

However, I found a completely new ingredient here, and I didn't leave empty-handed.

If I add this chicken to the list of delicacies in the [Silver Law], it should be reluctantly classified as the lowest grade 3 delicacies.

As for the naming, I think it is very likely that this kind of chicken is unique to the New World after the celestial circulation, with a black head and a red head, a huge body, and a cockcomb like a fire.

Why don't you just call it a turkey?

Thank you to the Creator for his generosity to this world, and to Your Excellency the Captain for making it not so unpalatable. ”

As soon as the words fell, his spirituality grew slightly.

Obviously, this thing is just like his own experience, it is really not delicious, and even the collective subconscious of the entire human race agrees.

Alfred tore off another turkey leg and devoured it, and couldn't help but continue to shake his head:

"It's a pity, even though I got a new and delicious recipe from the captain.

The turkey was also novel enough, but its taste and difficulty in catching it were completely unworthy of the life menu I used to advance to the third order.

I hope that in the future expeditions, I can find a more suitable target, which can allow me to take a key step in one fell swoop and become a transcendent in the middle sequence. ”

The promotion ceremony of the gourmand is mainly achieved through the continuous improvement of the life menu.

It includes eight dishes in the dining etiquette: appetizer, soup, side dish (fish), side dish (bird), main course, vegetable salad, dessert, and drink.

The more clever and unique the cooking techniques used in the Life Menu, the more precious and delicious the ingredients, the more difficult it is to capture, and the stronger the promotion after completing the promotion.

【Blood Red Whiskey】Alfred didn't know how many years he had been in the Second Order long before Byron had just come to the Bantaan Islands.

Some time ago, I worked as a chef by Byron's side, and I have eaten countless unique delicacies, and my spiritual improvement is extremely fast.

Among all the crew members of the privateer fleet, he was the first to be promoted to the third order.

Having eaten and drunk, Alfred picked his teeth with a fishbone in his mouth.

While asking the two indigenous [Eagle Spirit Warriors] who were in charge of patrolling and had just flown back from the island, he asked:

"How's the scout?

Two weeks is the latest onset period, and more than ten days have passed, how many trialists are left of the headhunter tribe on the island? ”

Obviously, no matter what they forgot about it, they could not forget the task assigned by Byron.

The reason why there is leisure to eat, drink, and study food here.

Just because something else is killing people in their place, or rather slaughtering!

"Report to the captain, it's true that they're almost dead.

There are only a few dozen of them left that still retain their combat effectiveness, and the coming-of-age ceremony has been terminated, and all of them have been concentrated near the headhunter temple in the Holy Land.

But these headhunters are disgusting.

They are not only headhunters, but also cannibals.

Captain, didn't you see that there was still plenty of food on the island, but the living headhunters didn't just cut off the heads of the dead.

They also ate the corpses of their fellow scabies.

Listening to their conversation, they thought they could draw the power to heal the smallpox plague from the corpses of their own kind.

Although this did not help, it did not escape the fate of being infected. ”

When the native scout said this, his face turned a little blue, obviously disgusted by the scene he had just seen during the reconnaissance.

"Cannibalism?"

Hear his words.

Several pirate officers who were sitting around the campfire with Alfred collectively looked up at him, a glint of green light flashing in the depths of their eyes.

Alfred's face was as usual, and he glanced at the people around him, warning them to be more restrained.

After all, the Blood Thirsty Order was best known for its Ghouls during the reign of their Bloody Mary Sect!

It's all too common to eat the same kind of thing.

The place that I don't like headhunters the most is that these peers even refuse to use cooking skills like the [Blood Holy Grail] to process it?

It's too primitive, too barbaric!

[Blood Red Whiskey] calmed down his fellow defeated dogs, and then turned his head and nodded to the unaware scout:

"I have to say that although poisoning is ruthless, the effect is really good.

Without this big killing weapon, it would not be easy to take down this holy land of the headhunters, and they would have to pay a heavy price.

Once the other large forces of headhunters on the seven or eight surrounding islands react, it will be us who will be surrounded and killed in turn.

The captain has already departed, and we don't need to wait any longer, let's do it. ”

Who said that the enemy of the bad guys must be the good guys of the good camp?

The second pair of memories on the Teapot happened to hide information about the location of the No. 12 Crystal Skull [Polaris God].

It is an archipelago of seven neighboring islands, each home to a varying number of headhunter tribes.

The island where the Crystal Skull is kept is the smallest of them, but it is considered a sacred place of trial by all headhunters.

This time of the confluence of the dry season and the rainy season happens to be the annual coming-of-age ceremony for all headhunter tribes.

All the young headhunters who reached the age of eighteen in this year come to the island for a bloody coming-of-age ritual of hunting each other's heads for a month.

They had to hunt at least one head before they could become adults, were allowed to enter the headhunter temple, and left the sacred island alive to become part of the headhunter tribe.

If you can kill everyone in one breath during the trial, you will be considered to have the qualifications of a king, and you will be blessed by the ancestral spirits sleeping in the Holy Land.

No matter how you look at it, it's more like actively consuming the population for limited resources.

Thereupon.

Under Alfred's command, these lawless fellows made a trip back to Yucatan before leaving, and found the [Grotesque Bird's Beak Plague Doctor], who was already weakened to death.

It easily got fresh smallpox virus from it, and then hurried to the island where the rite of passage had begun.

Secretly put the plague.

Now it seems that the effect is good, without abolishing a single soldier, almost an entire generation of the nearby headhunters has been wiped out.

And on such a closed island, the virus will not easily spread and cause accidents.

Congratulations.

Alfred wiped a handful of oil from his mouth, pulled out his scimitar and swung it vigorously, and the sound was like thunder:

"It's harvest time.

Lined up, loaded, we went to sweep away the last of the resistors on the island. ”

"Yes, Captain!"

The elite pirates, who had already had their fill of food and drink, rose to their feet and raced quickly on the beach.

Then nearly 200 people, carrying flint-haired muskets, began to stride towards the corpse-strewn island with high morale.

This [Lancer] is actually a Navy Class 5 cruiser that has been scrapped with the Admiralty.

It has only been in service for five years, which is quite young for a cruiser.

But he was enriched by the Newman family, half sold and half given to his good son-in-law, the pirate general "Bill".

"Bill" is already lacking in skills, and he is also a character who will disappear sooner or later, so naturally he doesn't have so much time to wander the sea.

So, most of the time, the ship's daily training and sea duty were in charge of [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred.

It is also one of the pirate ships with the strongest comprehensive combat effectiveness in the current privateer fleet, except for the [Golden Deer].

The most important thing is that these people are not only loyal and reliable, but also have a very low moral limit, and the success rate of the mission is always 100%!