Zombie King of Blood Race

It was high in the sun, and the house without lights or windows was still pitch black. Although Trent wanted to stay on the bed, the stuffy air in the house made him wake up 'early'.

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his black hand, Trent yawned, crawled out of the haystack in a daze, and walked towards the table with dry bread (unleavened).

As usual, a large loaf of dry bread was broken off and placed in a bowl, into which Trent poured some draft beer.

How could such a thing be delicious, but for Trent, who had never eaten delicious food, such a thing was not unpalatable. He swallowed this bowl of breakfast that had turned into batter.

After scraping the bowl clean with his fingers, Trent licked his fingers, burped again, and walked out of the house full of energy.

He has already made an appointment with his little friends, and today he plans to go to the forest to have a look. Of course, it would be even better if he could catch a few pheasants or hares.

Feeling that he was more familiar with the forest than others, and thinking that he would be able to catch a few pheasants or hares, Trent puffed out his chest triumphantly.

But before he finished his sweet dream, his sweet dream shattered like soap bubbles.

Looking at Taft who came in from the outside with farm tools in hand, Trent froze in place dumbfounded.

Dad, Dad, Dad?

Him, when did he come back?

Why doesn't he know? (That's because you're dead asleep.)

If it is said that his father has returned, does that mean, does it mean...

Thinking of this, Trent nervously looked behind Taft, and Trent, who didn't see Tausig's figure, was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, fortunately, that man didn't come back, or..., uh.

You can't talk about ghosts at night, you can say that Cao Cao will be there soon, and seeing Tausig who came into the house with a few roots in his hands after Taft, Trent was a little dumbfounded again.

Are his leisurely days going to be gone like this?

As a boy, Trent, like other boys, not only likes to listen to the stories about Dragon Quest, but also hopes that he is the heroic and invincible brave in the stories.

Hope is good, but when he needs to pay, he shrinks back.

In Trent's view, if it takes so much hard work to be a brave man, it's fine to be a brave man.

So even though Taft inspired him with the story of Dragon Quest, Trent was still not very interested in the usual training.

No, rather than saying that he was not very interested, it might be better to say that Trent hated this kind of training that was not only tiring, but also took up a lot of his time.

Since he hated training, Trent naturally hated the man who trained him - Tausig.

But no matter how much he hated Tausig, he didn't dare to do anything to him. The child's sensitivity made him feel that Tausig, who seemed indifferent, was more terrifying and dangerous than Taft, who was always beating and scolding him.

After entering the house, Taft ignored Trent, who was huddled aside like a quail, who was triumphant before, and threw the farm tools into the corner, and strode towards the table.

Picking up the earthen pot on the table, he poured himself a bowl of beer. Taft ate the beer in one gulp. After frowning, he stretched out his hand to press his right crotch. The dull pain there made him frowned again. brow.

Isn't it usually just a night of rest?

Why is it still hurting for so long this time?

Although it felt a little painful, it wouldn't make Taft feel too impatient. He ignored him and turned to look at the thing held by Tausig: "What is this thing?"

Some kind of plant root?

What is Mr. Taussig doing digging this kind of thing?

"This is ginger." Not knowing the pronunciation of ginger in this world, Tausig said directly in Chinese.

After finishing speaking, a doubt flashed in Tausig's eyes.

Taft didn't even know about ginger?

How can this be?

Even in the West, ginger should be a very common condiment!

That being the case, how could the other party not know Jiang?

But thinking about it carefully, Taft and the others seemed to have never eaten onions, ginger, garlic or the like.

Could it be said that green onions, ginger, and garlic in this era of the world are also a kind of high-end condiments?

"Ginger?" Taft asked in a strange voice.

"A condiment that can also be used as a medicinal material."

"Sauce... Material? Your Excellency Taussig, you mean this thing is a spice?!!!"

spices? ! ! !

This weird-looking rhizome turned out to be a spice? ! ! !

Oh, his god, how lucky they were.

No wonder Taft was so excited, you know, the cheapest spices they have here cost a shilling a pound.

And one shilling can buy not only a pig, but also two sheep, which makes Taft not excited.

"You can also say that... right?" Ginger should also be considered a kind of spice... right?

"Your Excellency Taussig, where did you find this spice? Are there many spices in that place?"

Regardless of the uncertainty in Tausig's words, Taft, whose eyes were full of the spice of ginger, looked at Tausig, or at the ginger in his hand.

"Deep in the forest, there should be many!"

"Really?" Hearing this, Taft's eyes became brighter, and Taft was already imagining how much wealth these cute little gingers could bring him.

"Ah."

Knowing Jiang Tausig does not mean that he will know the appearance of ginger on the surface. It was only by an extremely accidental situation that he discovered that this half-person-high broad-leaf plant grass is actually ginger.

Since there are many of these half-person-high broad-leaved plants there, there must be a lot of ginger too!

"So..., I mean, Mr. Taussig, are we going to train today?"

"You decide."

"So, then..., I mean, can I, can I go and see this spice called ginger after training?"

For valuable things, of course, you have to see them with your own eyes to make people feel at ease, right?

"Yes." Tausig readily agreed even though he knew that ginger, a condiment that seemed very common to him, was not common in this world at this time, and he never thought of taking it for himself.

Hearing that Taussig said yes, he grinned happily, and Taft said flatteringly, "Your Excellency Taussig, you haven't had breakfast yet. What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

"No, I've already eaten it." Taft said nicely, but all he could cook was barley porridge, barley porridge with vegetables, and barley porridge with dried meat, no matter which of these three kinds, Tausig didn't even want to try again, he politely refused.

"Your Excellency Taussig, have you already eaten?" Not curious about where Taussig had his breakfast, Taft quickly said, "Then please wait a moment, I will be ready soon."

After saying this, he quickly took out a piece of dry bread and put it in a bowl, and Taft, who poured half a bowl of draft beer into the bowl, swallowed it before the bread softened.

After a while, Taft, who ate cleanly and wiped his mouth, walked towards Taussig: "Your Excellency Taussig, let's go!"

After saying this, he did not forget to drag Trent back who was about to sneak away. From an angle that Tausig could not see, Taft glared at Trent fiercely. Like looking at Tausig with a smile on his face again.

He didn't speak, just nodded slightly to Taft, and Tausig walked out first.

As soon as Tausig left, Taft happily followed, and of course he still didn't forget to grab Trent.

The air in the mountains and forests after the rain is particularly refreshing and pleasant. Because of the grass leaves covering the ground, although the ground is wet, it is not muddy.

Avoiding the branches and leaves covered with rain and dew, Tausig took the lead and walked in the front.

Unlike Taussig's "Walk among the flowers, not a single leaf touches your body", after walking for a while, Taft and Trent's clothes were mostly wet.

Fortunately, it was daytime, not yesterday's rainy night. Even with the slight tide on their bodies, Taft and Trent didn't feel cold.

Stop-and-go, Taft and Trent's usual two-day training method of fishing and drying their nets finally made them suffer. They didn't have any improvement in physical strength, and they were angry before they reached the lake. He stopped panting.

Looking at Taft who sat down on the ground regardless of the moisture, Tausig frowned slightly and said, "Are you still in good health?"

Taft's pale face didn't look like it was exhausted, but rather pained.

"Uh..." Taft looked away with a guilty conscience, but he dared not speak.

Seeing Taft's reaction, Tausig couldn't understand anything, and he said, "In that case, let's..."

"No!!! Well, I mean, I feel much better after a night of rest, uh, I mean, I'm just slightly uncomfortable, and I can handle it." Hearing that Tausig said he would take them back, Tausig Futuo retorted excitedly, and then perhaps felt that his tone offended Tausig, so he quickly explained to Tausig.

Not feeling that Taft offended him, Tausig thought for a moment and decided: "Let's call it a day! You..."

"No, no, no, listen to me, Mr. Taussig, I can hold on, I'm not lying to you, I can really hold on, I'm just a little uncomfortable, no, no, no, I don't no I’m comfortable, I’m fine, I’m really fine.” Afraid that Tausig would take them back, he didn’t care about the abdominal pain or the tired Taft, stood up in a hurry, and explained to Tausig in a flustered expression .

"..., what I want to say is, don't you want to see that ginger field? If you insist on staying, I will take you there." There was a moment of silence, and Tausig said the unfinished words .

"Uh..." A look of embarrassment flashed across his face, and Taft quickly said, "I'll stick to it, I'll stick to it."

"In that case, come with me."

"Okay, I'll come over right now, Mr. Taussig." Grabbing Trent who was lying on the ground, Taft walked towards Taussig with a smile on his face.