Ride and Cut

　　 In order to welcome new members to join, Gaoshan Fort opened a grand bonfire dinner after nightfall.

　　 Of course, this is just a lonely and remote wilderness, a lonely moon overlooking the earth, and dozens of miles around are hard to find. But at least at this moment, there is enough popularity to make it lively.

　　 The whole head of cattle and sheep was tied to the grill, and drops of grease were splashed out by the orange flame. The vat of ale was lifted off the lid and poured into the stomach of the Alpine Fort soldiers better than a barrel.

　　 Richard used some soy sauce when he barbecued, and finally the stubborn guys reluctantly admitted that it really seemed to be an edible seasoning.

　　 It’s surprising that the centaur women have a high evaluation. After all, women have more delicate tastes, and they like the salty and umami taste that can mask the smell of cattle and sheep.

　　 They asked the lord of the mountain fort for some, in return a dozen centaur played the horse head fiddle and danced the most traditional tap dance of the centaur in the clearing.

　　The yearning for beauty is a language that can be used without translation. Tap dancing is also popular in the Pompeii Opera House. Richard has seen it in the southern provinces before.

　　 But the centaur dances and hits the ground with four hooves in turn, allowing the gravel on the ground to tremble along with it. This is a natural and inimitable racial advantage. Compared with such a strong and shocking sense of rhythm, the performance of human dancers is like a clumsy and unsuccessful imitation.

　　 Richard took the lead and responded with thunderous applause.

　　 "When we were in the icefields, we would have fun together in the summer." Gunther grinned silly, pouring ale into his mouth like water.

　　 "Boss, did you know that the summer solstice is an important holiday for our highlanders."

　　 There are only two seasons on the ice field, winter and summer. Winter is covered with ice and snow everywhere, and the cold wind roars, and summer is shorter and more precious than the south, so the barbarians regard the arrival of summer as the most celebrated day of the year.

　　 This kind of common sense content is still known to Richard, and he nodded.

　　 "Gunther, were you arrested and brought to Pompeii by the slave team?" Richard was curious as to why the barbarians became slave fighters.

　　The slave trade was never really banned in Pompeii. Some big slave merchants would set up slave teams to capture the natives as slaves, but that kind of third-rate armed organization could not be the opponent of the barbarians.

　　 "The slave hunting team? I saw them in the first few years when I was involved in hunting." Gunther smirked and began to recall the past, "They are not very strong, but to be honest, the supplies are often abundant."

　　 "That's sure, who is the master doing this kind of activity." Nehru slipped over and interjected.

　　 He should have stayed with the slaves, but the reason why the slaves in the mountain fort became slaves was all thanks to him, so he was squeezed out there very uncomfortably, and all he was given was the unwashed grilled large intestine.

"So the elder quickly understood one thing-there is no need to hunt dangerous mammoths and saber-toothed tigers. As long as you attack the slave hunters, you can live a good life. So for several years, the tribe didn't want to fill up. People died in their stomachs, and they gave birth to more children than in previous years, and they caught a lot of their lives and sold them for money."

　　 Gunther lay back on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief, "Think about it now, that was my most carefree teenage time."

　　 Nehru was full of forehead waterfall sweat, suddenly felt that the slaves were amiable, and slipped back faster.

　　 "What happened later." Annie also joined the conversation, she was slowly sipping a cup of hot beer mixed with spices.

　　 Hot beer, night, bonfire, classic combination of listening to the story.

　　 "Later...oh, there were fewer and fewer slave-catching teams later." Gunther sighed while shaking his head, his tone seemed to describe the old farmers who had reduced the production of potatoes.

"Everyone is wondering why there are still as many elk, snow bears, and mammoths as in previous years, but the number of slave capture teams is getting fewer and fewer? So the elder asked me to take my brothers down to see if I could Organize a slave hunting team to go to the ice field."

　　 Gunther took a gulp of beer, "As a result, he entered the arena somehow, saying that he had signed a fighter contract."

　　 "A group of barbarians organized a slave hunting team to catch barbarians!" Richard held his stomach and laughed forward and backwards. It is really rare that the barbarians' elm head can come up with the idea of ​​self-production.

　　 "You treat each other as fools." Annie summed up quietly.

　　 This bonfire dinner lasted until the middle of the moon, and the excited leaders gradually got tired. Richard's face was a little red, but one of the soldiers who tried to fight with him was taken back by his companions.

　　 Anne suddenly said to him when he left the scene: "Master Richard, I have received much care during this period. I may be able to go back soon."

　　 "Well, remember to settle the food bill." Richard was clutching a stubby bone and licking his bones, and he had no time to care.

　　 "..." Annie looked at him with a gloomy face, but couldn't help but smile slightly, "Master Richard, do you have anything you need? Maybe I can drop by when I pass by next time."

　　 "Wait..." Richard finally gobbled up two bites of barbecue and waved his hand to let the servants clean up the stall. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 He was choked with the barbecue in his mouth and rolled his eyes. He quickly picked up the ale glass and took two sips. "Hire two halfling chefs for me to come back. The barbarians and the centaur are really terrible to cook!"

　　 "A few more white crystals, at least the size of a fist, the purer the better."

　　The use of crystals in the wilderness is very limited, and Annie feels that she has guessed what the other party thinks. "Do you want to use white crystals to pretend to be expensive gems to deceive the natives?"

　　 Richard had never heard of this kind of wicked means. He silently wrote it down in his heart, but said in his mouth: "I don't need to try to cheat if I like to grab it."

　　 He went to the warehouse and took out the box dug up by the Storm Wolf Tribe and gave it to Annie. The box was filled with various shapes of gold and silver, which is roughly worth 300 to 500 gold coins.

　　 "If you are not enough, you can make up for it, but remember to bring my cook and crystal."

　　 The half-elf didn't understand why a pioneer who was in the development stage wanted to buy these, but based on her understanding of Richard in the past few days, it must be a question of nothing.

　　 This guy has a very bad personality. He doesn't look like a nobleman at all.

　　 Annie said puffedly: "It is said that women are more unpredictable than the ocean, but I think you are more elusive than women, my good adult."

　　 "Just as you were complimenting me." Richard waved his hand and walked towards the room without looking back.

　　 Annie stood there looking at him from behind, and suddenly made a grimace with squinting eyes and tongue sticking out.

　　 "I thought about it again. There are many people in Gaoshanbao. At least five half-length cooks are enough, five." Richard suddenly turned around and opened his palm to emphasize again.

　　 Annie in the moonlight is smiling, her dignified appearance, even the most stringent etiquette teacher can't fault her, "Okay, sir."