Chapter 263 Food Desert in Hell
At this moment, Luo Yan didn't know that the boat he threw on the vast ocean capsized at every turn, and he didn't know where it went.
But fortunately, his servant Lumil was smart enough and quickly used the "whispers of the devil's servant" to convince the skeptical Teach and reached a deal with the latter.
Originally, Teach was not a person with pure beliefs, but in his eyes, the Demon King and the Demon God were close relatives, so it was not a bad idea to make a deal with the Demon King... Anyway, now they had nowhere to go but to cooperate.
The undead shook hands with the pirates and decided to settle down on this beach to confirm their position.
At the same time, Lumir arranged for some of the ghouls to explore the tropical rainforest in front of them, and some to guard the wreckage of the ship.
As for himself, he was looking at a wet notebook, racking his brains to study the drawing of the teleportation array, trying to convey his situation to the Demon King.
As long as you connect the Demon King's labyrinth, everything will be easy!
The only problem now is that this teleportation array is too difficult to draw, and the notes are soaked in water. For him with a low level of education, it is like climbing to the sky...
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On the other side, the reconstruction work of Black Wind Castle has come to an end. With the lifting of martial law, the streets near the factory are even more lively, not inferior to Beifeng City far away in Thunder County.
After all, there are so many people here. As long as you are not very capable, it will be difficult for you to develop.
As Luo Yan said, those Goblin merchants don't care at all about the demise of the Jagged Chamber of Commerce and the death of Grok. They will go wherever they can make money.
The lord here doesn’t love them?
Jokes.
Only people who lack love will worry about whether others love them all day long. They don't even have a heart, so how can they care about that thing?
Just keep your eyes open when you join a team next time, or choose Baron Luo Yan with your eyes closed. At least the last time I followed "that devil" guy, the ending was quite good. He ate very elegantly and took good care of his feathers.
As for those who charge with Snick?
It’s okay if you follow closely, but if you run slower or faster, just ask for luck.
In short, the vast majority of the residents of Black Wind Keep were satisfied with the final result. The goblins moved into a new community. Not only did they have water pipes, but other goblins took over their household garbage.
As for the hell dwarves, although it was a bit bad not to be able to drink expensive spirits, the lord turned a blind eye and allowed the tavern to mix high-strength wine into the broth - it was not considered wine, but a seasoning to remove the fishy smell, but too much was added. This was a compromise after all.
There are always more solutions than problems.
Just as Luo Yan expected, his back garden gave birth to a new order after experiencing two prairie fires.
However, this is not all perfect, especially for the little players of the Necropolis.
They can tolerate the stinking smell of goblins and their randomness in life, but they cannot tolerate the "hell cuisine" that can be called hell.
The market near the industrial area is filled with a strong smell of charcoal burning.
At the Hell Dwarf's liquor barbecue stall, the stout dwarves used huge iron hooks to flip the unknown pieces of roasted meat, shouting loudly, and pouring liquor on the charcoal fire. The flames instantly burst into flames, and the air was filled with a mixture of roasting aroma and pungent smell of alcohol.
Although the source of the meat is full of doubts, it is actually not bad. After all, not everyone can sit in the cafeteria of Demon King Academy and enjoy Minotaur steak. The residents of the lowest level of hell have long been accustomed to not asking about the source of the meat, so as not to remind them of their neighbors.
The players can accept the flavor of the hell dwarfs, but the goblins are a bit intolerable to them.
The stalls where those guys sell "junk food" can be said to be all kinds. It is even flattering to say that the stuff is food.
They mixed various seemingly unknown ingredients together without any rules, threw them into the soup pot, and then randomly sprinkled a handful of magical ingredients...or the mud they just rubbed off their bodies, and finally brought out plates of colorful and stinky specialties, which really shocked the eyes of countless players.
"Goblin's secret rat stew! This is the only one, if you miss it, you will have to wait until next year!"
A goblin wearing a robe held a bowl of mysterious items that needed to be coded for other games, and shouted proudly.
Even though he said that, he also said the same thing yesterday, and I think he will continue to torture the ordinary residents of Black Wind Castle tomorrow as usual...if there are ordinary residents here.
Hand next to him, a hell dwarf was biting open the cork of a beer bottle with his teeth, pouring a large mouthful into his mouth, and curled his lips in disdain.
"Bah! Some people eat this kind of ghost stuff?"
"You know what? We goblins pay attention to innovation and cost-effectiveness in our food, unlike you, who know how to mix barbecue with horse urine every day, and the taste of soot is all in your mouth." Goblin retorted unconvinced.
The little devil player passing by his eyes lit up and handed over a nearly finished cigarette.
"Brother, I have a cigarette butt here, it's free, do you want it?"
The goblin probably didn't understand his language, but it understood his gestures, and he grabbed it with joy and threw it into the pot.
Tobacco?
That thing is not cheap for Goblins!
"At least we are eating normal food," looking at the cigarette butts floating in the pot, the hell dwarf sneered and retorted, "Unlike you, bringing out those messy things is an insult to the air of hell!"
The Goblin did not talk nonsense to him and directly greeted his mother.
%￥#@!”
Since Boss Snick led them to become awesome, the goblins of Blackwind Castle have paid less and less attention to the hell dwarves. The only person they can fear is the foreman in the magic crystal gun factory - when the servants of the Lord's Mansion are patrolling.
The market was noisy and filled with smoke, like a chaotic battlefield burned by fire, but it also had some smoke and smoke that was rarely seen before.
Goblins and hell dwarves actually live together in peace and harmony. This can be regarded as one of the achievements of the Demon King.
Until Luo Yan came here, they had no contact with each other, as if they were living in two parallel worlds.
However, not everyone is satisfied with this messy situation.
For example, the little players from the Necropolis.
Amid the commotion, three skinny figures stood at the edge of the market, looking at the scene in front of them and looking at each other.
"Is this fucking food? Is this fucking food worthy of being called food?" [Gluttonous Sword God] looked at a goblin with disgust as he took something into his mouth, chewed it hard twice, and then showed that weird expression of satisfaction.
"I saw... cockroach legs." [Graveyard Cooking God]'s voice was trembling. He didn't even dare to look down, for fear that he would see more "truths".
【Ashes descended to earth】 was silent for a while, and said quietly: "It seems that everything said on the forum is true... This is indeed a food desert, and the culture of our necropolis has not spread here yet."
The three people suddenly sighed in unison, showing the same complicated expression.
As undead players, they did not need to eat, but the scene before them still gave their souls a strong impact.
In the Demon King’s territory, you can’t even get a bowl of normal rice?
As the most loyal father of the Demon King, how could they tolerate this kind of thing?
"Damn, let's do it ourselves." [Gluttonous Sword God] slapped his thigh suddenly, his eyes burning with fighting intent.
[Graveyard Cooking God] nodded, and the fire of the God of Cooking burned in his skull: "That's right! From GTM! We want these dwarves and goblins to know what real food is!"
The three of them looked at each other and nodded tacitly.
In this way, the food business plan of the three young players officially kicked off in Black Wind Castle...
Money is secondary, they simply feel that they cannot let these goblins ruin the food!
They boasted so much that they even believed it themselves.
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The night market in Black Wind Castle is bustling with people. As the workers at the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory get off work, the vendors in the stalls shout louder.
The aroma of spirits and barbecue was wafting in the air, mixed with the sounds of bargaining and noise. The whole street was noisy, even more lively than several bustling neighborhoods in the Magic City, but the quality was not very good.
And in the corner of this chaotic and wild market, three enthusiastic young players are busy working at their respective stalls, opening the first chapter of their catering hegemony!
"Look, look at it! Authentic northwest ramen! A pot of soup stock boiled for twelve hours is called authentic, and that is called blocked!"
[Gluttonous Sword God] stood behind his ramen stall and was pouring a pot of soup stock into a huge iron pot. The clear soup base was steaming and fragrant.
He stood by the pot and waited for a long time, and actually waited until an unknown hell dwarf came over curiously.
"Northwest? Which northwest?" The bald braised egg muttered curiously. He wanted to get closer and look into the pot, but it turned out that it was not high enough and he couldn't put his head through.
Most hell dwarves are craftsmen. Even if they are laborers, they are stronger than goblins, and their wages are naturally higher than that of goblins.
Compared with the latter, their spending power is naturally stronger and they are willing to spend money to try new things.
【Gluttonous Sword God】hurriedly pulled him away, fearing that the beard would fall into the pot and boil.
"West of Brass Pass! North of the Whirlpool Sea! Abbreviated as northwest!"
The hell dwarf thought about it, wasn't it Calamity Castle, and immediately shouted excitedly.
"Give me a bowl!"
He heard that the dwarf miners there used whips to whip the goblins' buttocks, so he had to have a bowl of the delicacies of his distant compatriots to try.
“Okay!” [Gluttonous Sword God] smiled playfully and was busy making noodles, eager to welcome his first business in Black Wind Castle.
The nearby NPCs were still watching, as if they wanted to see what he could come up with.
The [Graveyard Chef God] on the side set up a charcoal grill and filled the stall with various kinds of meat skewers, stacked neatly, like rows of soldiers waiting to go into battle. He proudly picked up a piece of plump animal meat and roasted it over the charcoal fire. The flames licked the meat, which instantly became shiny with oil and made a sizzling sound.
"Barbecue! Authentic northwest taste! Believe me, you will definitely be craving for it!"
To put it another way, the smell is indeed amazing. Although it did not attract too many NPCs, it attracted many players.
It's a pity that most of these guys are just like him, they are all skeletons who save money and are easy to use. Looking at the sizzling oil, they can only get anxious while grilling. They can't wait for an NPC to come over and taste it for themselves. What kind of meat is being grilled? What does the meat taste like?
Compared to the other two brothers, [Ashes Down to Earth] took a completely different route.
He did not open the business directly, but mingled in the market of Blackwind Castle, carefully observing the eating habits of hell dwarves and goblins.
He frowned and watched as a goblin poured a large amount of sauce of unknown ingredients into the pot at his stall, then grabbed a handful of maggot-like things and sprinkled it in. Finally, he stirred a few times vigorously and brought out a bowl of stew that exuded a strange smell.
That's a bit like a magic potion.
If it weren't for the other goblins lining up in a long line and swallowing their saliva, he would even suspect that they were seeing a doctor.
「……这他妈到底是什么？」【骨灰下凡】瞪大眼睛，看得头皮发麻。
The goblin proudly boasted to the guests while stirring: "Fresh! Just caught earth-bound worms with special sauce! Look at the color, how authentic it is!"
..." [Ashes descend to the earth] swallowed his saliva silently and decided to go his own way.
He has already thought about it. He will not simply copy the delicacies on earth, but will combine the characteristics of Black Wind Castle to create an "undead cuisine" that is more in line with the tastes of these creatures.
The other two brothers are busy, looking forward to their first batch of guests.
However, reality is always crueler than imagined.
Except for a few customers who were trying it out, most of the other customers were staring at their stalls, their eyes filled with deep suspicion and distrust.
Although demons do not discriminate against humans, dwarves, or even elves... it does not mean that they do not discriminate against the undead.
That is the bottom level even lower than the goblins.
Except for the necromancers who actively embrace the power of the underworld, most of them are a group of guys who don't even accept the demon gods. They must have sold their souls to the Saint Sith bad guys.
"Is there any problem with your food?" A hell dwarf asked with a frown.
"Why do you undead people suddenly want to sell food?" A goblin narrowed his eyes and scanned the food on the stall warily, "Could it be the soup made from your bones?"
[Gluttonous Sword God] paused his hand, and then said nonsense without blushing or heartbeat.
“Huh, nonsense! We have pig bones on us, the fresh kind.”
Good fellow!
Don’t deny that it’s on you!
Half of the surrounding guests left in an instant.
The [Gluttonous Sword God] realized that he had made a mistake and wished he could give himself a slap in the face.
The dwarf from Hell glanced at him suspiciously, then stared at the pot of boiling soup, his nose moving, as if to judge whether there was any "undead" component in the taste.
After a while, he nodded: "Pig bones? Okay."
At least he didn't smell the ingredients of the potion in it, and he probably wouldn't become a servant of the necromancer when he got up early tomorrow morning.
【Gluttonous Sword God】he breathed a sigh of relief and silently wiped the cold sweat from his heart. Although he felt inexplicable, he seemed to have passed this level.
However, just when he was thinking this, the remaining goblins showed regretful expressions, shook their heads and walked away.
"It would be nice if it were human bones."
"Ouch, no fun!"
"Waiting for nothing."
【Graveyard Chef God" twitched the corner of his mouth, trying not to complain. He turned his head and glanced at "Ashes to Earth", and found that the other person's expression was extremely subtle.
All right.
The customer is the devil.
They thought silently in their hearts and decided to pretend not to hear the curious speech.
The hot stock is rolling in the large pot, and the mellow meat aroma is mixed with the delicate soup base, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.
【Gluttonous Sword God】stands behind the stall, confidently picks up a handful of noodles with long chopsticks and gently puts it into the bowl. Then he uses a spoon to scoop up a ladle of broth that has been simmered for twelve hours and slowly pours it into the bowl.
The noodles are wrapped in a rich soup base, and when gently shaken, a soft golden sheen appears, making your fingers twitch.
He sprinkled the prepared grass into the bowl accurately, and finally placed two slices of thinly sliced beef on top. A bowl of authentic northwest ramen with the flavor of hell was finally completed!
"Your noodles are so good!"
The finished [Gluttonous Sword God] served the noodles with a smile on his face, and then stood aside happily admiring the customer's reaction.
The hell dwarf sitting at the table approached the bowl and took a sip. His frown relaxed and he nodded with satisfaction.
"Smells pretty good!"
After finishing speaking, he picked up the fork on the side, poked it in and turned it twice, put a piece of noodles into his mouth, his beard twitched for a while, and his eyes that were tired from work suddenly stared like bells.
"How is it?!" [Gluttonous Sword God] stared at him expectantly and asked, clapped his hand on the table and almost put it into the bowl, "Has it been capped?!"
"This... what is this thing?!" The dwarf coughed and almost spit out the contents of his mouth.
【Glutty Sword God】looked confused.
He thought he would get praise from customers, but he didn't expect to get a slap in the face.
The [Graveyard Cooking God] next to him could hardly hold back his laughter. He looked at the Sword God with a mocking look on his face, waiting to see his joke.
It's a pity that the skeleton has no blood vessels, otherwise the face would have turned the color of pig's liver.
"What, what do you mean this?! Do you understand..." the sword god roared angrily.
"You call this bowl of snot porridge noodles?! It's simply a fraud!" The hell dwarf was even angrier than him. He slapped the fork down in his hand, and the spattered noodles almost hit his ribs.
【Gluttonous Sword God】breaks the defense.
"Then what do you call noodles?!"
The hell dwarf smiled coldly.
"At least the one that sounds crunchy when said!"
【Graveyard Cook God】 couldn't laugh anymore, and 【Gluttonous Sword God】 almost spit out a mouthful of his brains.
"Damn it! You'd better go ahead and mess with your lava!"
He originally thought that the other party would break through the defense, but he didn't expect that the other party would smile proudly.
"My grandpa really has that ability! A real hell dwarf has to eat something thick and hard!"
After that, he walked away proudly.
The goblins next to him swarmed up and drank the remaining bowl of "snot porridge" with a loud voice. After drinking, they smashed their mouths and made comments.
"How about two pieces of meat?"
"This businessman is too stingy!"
"That's right!"
"The taste is so bland, are you reluctant to add salt?!"
"We goblins will never pay money to profiteers!"
"That's right! Bring another bowl! Hurry up!"
Hurry up!"
[The Gluttonous Sword God] silently pulled out the knife on the stall. The frightened [Ashes], who had not yet opened the business, rushed to hug his legs and begged for mercy on behalf of the NPCs.
"Brother! Calm down! This is a safe zone!"
"Let go! Let go!" [Gluttonous Sword God] yelled with a look of grief and anger, "I'll kill him first! Then I'll go to Dao Dog to plan! Ahhhh!!!"
He looked like he was crazy.
This game has been open for so long, the server location has almost become a treasure in the depths of the Pacific Ocean, and no one knows where the Dog Plan is hidden on the earth.
Seeing that the undead went crazy, the goblins surrounding him suddenly dispersed in fear, and the already deserted stall became even more deserted.
【Graveyard Cook God】 Silently pretended not to recognize the lunatic and continued to barbecue with a smile on his face. However, he never mentioned Northwest again and silently changed the sign to Southwest.
Strings of carefully marinated meat skewers are neatly placed on the charcoal fire. The hot flames lick the meat, instantly giving off a rich burnt aroma.
"Hehe...mutton kebabs...are delicious!"
That weird smile makes people scared, but the residents living in hell are not surprised. The points deducted in Beifeng City are the least noticed here.
Smelling the alluring aroma, Hell Runt patted down a banknote, took the meat skewer, and took a bite. A look of satisfaction flashed across his face, but he frowned again soon after.
"This meat skewer...why is it so small?!"
He thought the skewers on which the meat was skewered were edible, but his lips were pricked.
【Graveyard Chef God】was stunned for a moment.
"Small? Ah this...but...that's what barbecue looks like!"
This is how Beifeng City sells, including ramen, and the hell dwarves of Calamity Castle are not picky. Instead, they pick up human food and eat it with relish, and are proud of it.
The same territory of the Demon King, even the same species, how come it turned into another ghost across a sea?
I am afraid these guys are not sent by friendly businessmen to cause trouble!
But [Graveyard Chef God] took a look at this guy's outfit, and it didn't look like him. He was clearly a craftsman working in the factory next door, or someone who had just finished working overtime.
The dwarf took two more hard bites and frowned.
"It's gone after a few mouthfuls! Are you here to plug my teeth? One bite and it's all stuck in the gap between my teeth!"
【Graveyard Chef God】: "..."
The goblins on the side were excitedly cheering.
Fortunately, the unintelligent guys have been cleaned out in the previous rounds of cleaning. Most of the remaining goblins are cunning and cunning, which actually reduces the difficulty of management for the players.
The [Gluttonous Sword God], who had closed the stall, had calmed down, crossed his arms and said angrily: "Would you like to get your teeth filled first?"
The hell dwarf glared at him, but seeing that he was an undead, he would be at a disadvantage no matter what he did. In the end, he was not as knowledgeable as him, so he left after eating.
Like the goblins, the hell dwarves have also been dealt with. Those who remain are basically more honest and good-natured ones. Among a group of violent tempers, they are relatively less violent, but they will still vote silently with their feet.
Listening to those Goblins complaining that the meat skewers were too expensive, and the Hell Dwarf felt that the meat skewers were too small and unsatisfactory, [Graveyard Chef God] quickly made a remedy and immediately launched two new options - "Large Kebabs" and "Small Kebabs".
The amount of meat on the large skewers has doubled, and the price has also doubled. The small kebabs are still the standard portion, which can satisfy goblins who don’t have such a big appetite.
However, something strange happened. The hell dwarfs were very satisfied with the big kebabs, and they were all full of praise after tasting them.
"This is a reasonable amount. It goes with strong wine - bah, the broth is just right!"
"Indeed! Li - the broth tastes really good! It must go with such a big skewer!"
But on the other hand, Goblin, after seeing the big meat skewers, no one bought the small meat skewers.
These guys are not only greedy for cheap, they also care about face. They will never buy a small one if they have a big one.
【Graveyard Cooking God】suddenly understood those wonderful stews that are popular on the street.
In addition to the unique flavor, I'm afraid there is a deeper philosophy and way of life contained in it -
A bowl of goblin soup can make other goblins eat with gusto without seeing the price, filling their stomachs while allowing them to maintain their fragile dignity.
I am afraid that there is only one way to cure the dark cuisine of Black Wind Castle, and that is to make the Goblins of Black Wind Castle rich.
However, the paradox is that the materials in hell are extremely limited. If the life of the goblins becomes rich, the high-level demons may not be affected, but the life of the dwarves in hell will definitely become uncomfortable.
Hello dwarfs feel uncomfortable, and demons feel uncomfortable, and then there are the general demons that demons serve.
Eventually this chain will be transmitted to high-level demons, and the only way to avoid this situation is to keep most goblins in poverty, making their time worthless and the things they produce worthless. In this way, the hell dwarves can also accept lower wages and produce cheap and useful things to satisfy the consumption of demons, while demons serve ordinary demons... ultimately forming a huge closed loop.
This is a big game of chess, and even the defeat of Port Sardo and the plague of Blackwind Castle are just waves on the chessboard.
【Graveyard Kitchen God】 was shocked.
The settings that he thought were inconspicuous turned out to be interlocking.
This game is too damn real, right? !
People think about philosophy when they are bored, and he who cannot wait for guests falls into this category.
After a whole day, [Gluttonous Sword God] lost all his trousers, [Graveyard Cook God] suffered a small loss, and the biggest winner ended up motionless [Ashes descended to earth].
This guy is quite a thief.
We all agreed to start a business together, but in the end, he remained motionless and just watched his brothers try and make mistakes as cannon fodder.
【Graveyard Chef God】actually was lucky.
After all, his losses mainly came from making too many small strings, and in the end he couldn't sell them and wasted them.
I will adjust my marketing strategy tomorrow and only do business for hell dwarves. Maybe I can make back the money I lost.
So on the evening of the second day, he took the [Gluttonous Sword God] who had suffered a huge loss to sell barbecue together. As a result, he was dumbfounded as soon as he pushed the cart to the market——
There are more than a dozen barbecue stalls in the market!
Those foreign Goblin traders frantically entered every track they thought could make money, just to occupy a small piece of cheese in the territory of the respected Councilor Luo Yan.
It’s more than that.
The nearby tavern quickly discovered the business opportunity and quickly recruited a few low-level Balrogs to serve as barbecue masters and launched the "Hell Dwarf Kebab" menu!
They claimed that Master Yanma had stronger firepower, more meat, and more affordable prices, and instantly stole more than half of his customers!
The dwarves originally bought skewers and went to their place to drink, but now they don’t even have to make a turn.
【Graveyard Chef God】Looking at the deserted stalls, he covered his chest and almost collapsed from anger.
"These plagiarism dogs! They don't respect martial ethics!!"
Hunter who still stood still today [Ashes Down to Earth] couldn't help but laugh out loud.
shall be going bankrupt if the devil will come according to your method; .
[Gluttonous Sword God] sighed, already in despair.
"Well, the only thing worthy of praise is that I finally found some ideas. And..."
He paused and looked at the market with a strong smell of fireworks, and his voice was a little more pleased.
"Just think of it as promoting the specialties of the Northwest."
Of course.
This refers to the west of Brass Pass and the north of Whirlpool Sea.
Looking at the ashes making sarcastic remarks, [Graveyard Chef God] angrily said: "You go ahead!"
[Ashes descended to earth] chuckled, touched his chin confidently, and a pair of soul fires in his skull lit up to form a soul ring.
"It's time for me to show you my skills!"