The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 5 Gourmet Gourmet

Although the Ursine acquiesced to Attilan's behavior of accepting kin, he still felt it was necessary to remind Attilan what a druid should do.

However, the next morning, Attilan did not go to the fishman tribe to conquer them, but continued to search for something in the forest.

At the suggestion of the bear man, the satyr found Attilan carrying a piece of roasted monitor lizard meat.

"I actually stole your monitor lizard last time. Since you are already Master Kyogai's disciple, we can be considered one of our own. This piece of monitor lizard meat will be returned to you."

"It's topped with my homemade jam and spices collected from the forest. It's definitely more delicious than what you make."

Attilan grabbed the giant lizard meat, tore a piece of it with his fangs and stuffed it into his mouth. As expected of a satyr surrounded by hedonism, barbecue was delicious.

"You're a satyr, and you don't go to happy festivals, grand gatherings, or anything like that. Why do you stay in such a boring forest?"

The satyr touched his nose, revealing the hideous wound on his chest.

"Tiel is my best friend. If she hadn't saved me, I would have been killed by that human lord. She wanted to learn from Master Kyogai, so I came with her."

"Besides, the forest is not boring. The centaur village has a bonfire party every month. Instead, just across the forest is the halfling town. I only need a piece of giant lizard meat like this to ask the centaur to take me to the halfling town. .”

Attilan looked at him with a smile.

"You went to a halfling town. Do you have money to spend?"

The satyr patted the pan flute hanging on his waist and said confidently:

"I'm the best musician, how can I not be popular!"

"Then do you think pearls are popular among halflings?"

The satyr was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why Attilan suddenly asked this question.

"It should be possible. If there is a suitable jewelry craftsman to make it, I think the halflings wouldn't mind exchanging one with local specialties. After all, those halflings are very kind to their wives."

Attilan nodded thoughtfully. It was unrealistic to make the fish-man tribe sincerely surrender to him just by relying on the dragon's power. In addition to threatening them, they also needed to lure them with benefits.

The half-goat in front of him seems to have become the key to the first step of his empire. The food he makes is definitely not particularly delicious to halflings.

But those bastards who have no knowledge of the fish-men tribe and are still making harpoons from bones must have become a rare delicacy in the world. They use grilled monitor lizard meat and grilled fish meat, coupled with his dragon power.

The fishman will definitely surrender!

Looking at the giant dragon in front of him, his eyes suddenly became greedy, and the satyr's heart began to beat.

"Goat, I have a business, are you willing to do it?"

"what business?"

"I'll provide the meat and you'll help me process it. How about half of it each of us?"

The satyr secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't eat him, it would be fine.

"No problem! Whenever you bring it over, I will process it for you. Tyer and I live on a hill northeast of the Tree of Life. There is an empty martial arts training ground there. You can see it at a glance while flying in the air. arrive."

"By the way, what are you looking for when you're flying around the forest these days?"

"Originally, I wanted to find food that could be grown in large quantities and provide sufficient nutrients, but now that there is a halfling town to the west of the forest, I can conquer the fishman tribe and let them breed river mussels to produce pearls."

The satyr nodded in understanding, and asked curiously: "With the inferior wisdom of the fishmen, can they really learn how to breed river mussels instead of opening them and eating them?"

River mussels are also food. If the murlocs responsible for breeding them don't have enough to eat, they will naturally eat the farmed murlocs. Therefore, Attilan needs to keep the murlocs from working hungry.

During the past few days of inspection in the forest, Attilan discovered several common fruits, including apples, grapes, pears, peaches, dates, and some nuts such as pecans, pine nuts, and acorns.

But these foods are already owned, and the Druid cannot rashly break the existing ecological balance. So Attilan can only pick out some seeds with strong vitality, take them away, and plant the seeds first.

But even if he uses the water of life to assist, it will take about a year at the fastest to bear fruit, and the output in the first year will definitely not be too high.

"The other thing is to examine which animals are suitable for breeding. They can produce a large number of offspring at one time and can grow meat quickly and provide a stable food source."

The satyr didn't understand very well, but he was shocked that a ten-day-old dragon had already begun to think about such a profound issue.

For him, if there is no food, he will go to the forest to find it. Anyway, there are fruits, nuts, and various meats in the forest. As long as he is alone, including Thiel at most, he does not need to think too much about what to eat.

"You said you worked hard to subdue those fishmen, what exactly can you get from them? Don't expect that the benefits will not be as good as your investment. You also know that the master is here, and he will definitely not let you squeeze your relatives like the evil dragon. .”

<divclass="contentadv"> It is very stupid to squeeze the surplus value of labor from the dependents. Only by mobilizing their enthusiasm for labor can this group of fishmen take the initiative to contribute to his natural empire.

Attilan's idea of ​​the Druid's way was not entirely to deceive Old Xiongtou. He really wanted to see if he could achieve the purpose of quickly improving the level of the Druid through this method.

"You don't have to worry about this for me. You go to the Centaur Village first and tell them that I will be visiting them in a while. I'll catch some animals and bring them over as gifts."

The goatman was stunned when he heard this, turned his head subconsciously and asked:

"You don't still want to take people and horses as your dependents, do you? Let me tell you, the horse king is quite strong, and even Tyr is no match for him. When the horse king asks the master a question, the master always thinks about it before answering. .”

"The Horse King is also a Druid?"

Facing Attilan's question, the satyr shook his head.

"No, several Centaur warriors I know are all rangers. They learned their skills from King Ma, who should also be a ranger."

"Okay, I understand, you go first."

After saying that, Attilan flew into the sky. Not only did he catch monitor lizards and wild boars, he also relied on his good mobility to pick a lot of fruits and nuts and packed them away.

Because of the satyrs' advance notice, the centaurs did not show panic about Attilan's visit, and for the first time they did not point their bows and arrows at him.

In the past, every time he flew through the air, there would be bows and arrows aimed at him, but the number was getting smaller and smaller. As an official druid, the centaurs no longer rejected Attilan.

The satyr was also very considerate and waited for Attilan at the entrance of the village. He looked very surprised when he saw the large and small bags of his things. If he were asked to collect them here, he would definitely be exhausted to death.

“So much stuff, we could have a bonfire party today!”

"Gorgeant, please."

"My name is Maple!"

"Got it, satyr."

After hearing this playful conversation, the horse king temporarily relaxed his guard against Attilan, waved his hand to the centaur woman next to him and said:

"Go and ask them to prepare the materials needed for the bonfire party."

As night fell, King Ma himself lit the bonfire platform in the center of the village.

Knowing that Attilan wanted something from humans and horses, the satyr Mep went all out at this party, letting Attilan see what the passion of a gourmet is. Looking at the pained expression on the satyr's flesh, you knew that the spices he brought out were not cheap. .

Attilan tasted the wild boar leg that was even more delicious than it was in the morning after adding various spices. His eyes suddenly lit up. Sure enough, it needs to be barbecued with more spices to taste better!

Yes, you can also grow spices!

Not only barbecue, but also all kinds of cooking techniques are inseparable from the addition of spices.

Growing spice plants is easy for druids, and high-quality spices cost as much as or more than gold.

It was decided that the money from the sale of spices would be used as the start-up capital of the natural empire.

After eating barbecue and enjoying the strong wine provided by the centaurs, the satyr couldn't hide his excitement, picked up the panpipe and started playing.

The beautiful music made people intoxicated, and the people and horses were very happy. Attilan finally understood why the satyrs could eat everywhere.

Under the lively celebrations of the crowd, King Ma found Attilan.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want us to do for you?"

"I just need you to help protect and transport some things, similar to a caravan."

King Ma looked at him with firm eyes, as if he wanted to see through Attilan's thoughts. Attilan looked at him impartially, and finally King Ma agreed to Attilan's employment.

"As long as the reward you give is appropriate, the Centaur tribe will have no problem."

"Then it will be a pleasure to cooperate."

Attilan stretched out his dragon claw, and the Horse King also stretched out his hand to hold it?