Chapter 5 Is this S... Lime?
The next day.
In the golden autumn, the sky is clear and blue, and the snow-white horses pull the carriages and gallop across the fields of blooming purple flowers.
The girl with a single ponytail sat on the wooden board outside the carriage, her body swaying with the bumps, raising her hands to block the sun, bored, and said to the carriage:
"Yeats, can I ask you? A question? ”
"What?"
"Your father likes to drink coconut milk." Gray said with a smile.
In the carriage, a handsome young man was concentrating on reading, his face expressionless.
You can also play homophonic memes in different worlds, right?
The world's languages are divided into different languages according to different races and kingdoms, and in the context of the Golden Lion, the homophony mentioned by Gray does exist.
Yeats closed the book, revealing its cover.
"A Guide to the Customs of Different Races"
This book was left in the carriage by the predecessor.
Mainly introduces the customs and customs of various races on this continent, such as elves, dwarves, orcs, energetic Argonians, etc.
This book is broad and profound, but it remained in obscurity for a long time.
It wasn't until it was included in the church's list of banned books that it became famous.
“It is recommended on the must-read list.” Yeats complained.
Gray outside the carriage seemed bored, tapping her fingers on the carriage again, chatting:
"Yeats, does this pure white Roland war horse have a name? ?”
Gray is asking about the horses that pull the cart, which are of pure blood, with snow-white coats, handsome and handsome, and are carefully cared for by Phokas.
"Carrot."
Yeats was talking nonsense.
“You can also call it Lu, Torette, or Golden Ship.”
In fact, it is really called Carrot. It seems that many horses are called this name. A person named Zihan.
Focas’ reminder came from the car window: “Master, there is a hilly area ahead, we’d better lead the horses and walk.”
Yeats got off the carriage and saw Phokas holding the reins with one hand and adjusting the one-handed sword scabbard at his waist with the other hand. Gray lowered his head and played with the gleaming hand axe.
"It's a very good one-handed axe. It's worth a lot of silver coins." Yeats took a look.
“I stole it from bandits for free.” Gray showed a smile with white teeth.
"Something is approaching." Phokas reminded seriously, and drew out his one-handed sword with a clang, "Master, be careful."
A running petrified sheep appeared in front of the field of vision, its whole body It is made of black steel-colored iron plates, and the curved antelope horns are bright silver.
This kind of monster has no flesh and blood, is a metal creation, feeds on ores, and mainly uses headbutting and kicking skills as its offensive methods. It is not a high threat and can be conquered in one step.
The count's carriage was made of extraordinary materials, and soon attracted the attention of the petrified sheep, which hit it head-on.
Gray whistled.
"Look, Yeats, my employment fee is not for nothing!"
Whoosh!
She threw the hand ax, the wind roared, and the hand ax that spun several times accurately sank into the gap between the petrified sheep iron plates.
Boom!
The momentum of the petrified sheep was greatly reduced, and it made a sharp scream like metal friction, and fell to the ground with a bang, kicking up dust.
Fokas couldn't help but admire: "Young master has good eyesight, and he has indeed recruited excellent guards!"
Gray's head is full of black lines, hey, hey, you shouldn't praise at this time. Me? Why are you praising your young master?
She was about to step forward to retrieve her hand axe.
Yeats grabbed her and whispered: "Wait, there are monsters."
Where the petrified sheep fell, a group of imperceptible black slime began Squirming, it quietly crawled towards the petrified sheep, slowly stretched out its black liquid tentacles, and completely wrapped the petrified sheep.
"My hand axe!" Gray wailed.
“It turns out to be the black pudding monster.”
Fokas suddenly realized, "It eats metal as its main food and secretes digestive acid that can dissolve metals, but it has little interest in humans. Unless you are an adventurer wearing a set of metal equipment, you will not be actively attacked by the black pudding monster. "
"There are metal veins on this mountain, which provide living conditions for the petrified sheep, and there is a food chain relationship with the black pudding monster." Yeats then analyzed, "The black pudding monster is not very interested in blood food. , the existence of the petrified sheep drove away the natural predators of birds, making this place a nesting home."
Gray whimpered: "My hand ax..."
Fuka. Si expressed concern: "But with our carriage, if we want to pass through here, we must first deal with this black pudding monster."
Only the ocher monster is marked on the map, but not the black pudding monster. This troubled Forkas, but the wild environment changed very quickly, and the price of a new version of the map was more than ten times higher than the old version.
Slashing the Black Pudding Monster with brute force will only cause this slime-like creature to split apart again.
Yeats looked at the two of them: "Can you two know magic, preferably fire bombs, can you?"
Forcas and Gray shook their heads in embarrassment.
If you can't find a Master in a team, it depends on God's will when the team will be wiped out. Yeats sighed and ordered: "Grey, take a bucket of oil, pour it on the black pudding monster, and then pull an oil line over."
"Oh, I understand!" Gray quickly understood the plan, took off all the metal products on his body, and approached the black pudding monster that was still digesting.
The reaction of the black pudding monster is quite slow.
Gray looked at the hand ax soaked in it with distress, poured out the oil can, pulled out a line of oil, and lit it with a match.
Boom!
The flames instantly swallowed the black pudding monster.
After a while, the black pudding monster lay limp on the ground, emitting black smoke.
"Forcas, go make a bucket of hot tea and pour it on its head now."
"Hot tea?"
"With the black pudding monster The gel-type monsters represented by this can react with hot tea and then dissolve."
Yeats said seriously: "A large component of the holy water sold by the church to low-level adventurers is tea leaves. , quite effective for low-ring common gel-type monsters.”
Phokas and Gray looked shocked.
Weird trivia has been added again!
I always feel that during this trip, the young master’s knowledge has become far greater than before... Fokas thought to himself.
But there are all kinds of strange talents in this world, and the food talent is indeed linked to the science of Warcraft.
Fokas thinks this is a great thing.
After all, Morning Frost Ridge lacks knights who hunt regularly. When taking over the territory, a group of troublesome monsters must be dealt with first!
Wow——
The hot tea soup was poured down, and the black pudding monster stopped squirming completely.
Gray took out the love ax that had been corroded until only the handle was left, with a look of distress on her face.
"The most indispensable thing in Chenshuang Ridge is bandits and pirates." Yeats comforted, "If you have enough equipment, you can win."
"The petrified sheep in the Black Pudding Monster's body has not yet had time to be fully digested." Phokas observed carefully.
"Really?" Yeats's eyes lit up, "Take out the intact iron plate of petrified sheep, I will use it!"
"As you command, Master." Forkas asked, "What is it used for?"
Yeats: "Petrified sheep teppanyaki."
Forcas:? ? ?
"No, no, this is the iron plate of the Warcraft. If you use it to cook, you will get metal poisoning, right?" Gray couldn't understand.
Yeats did not reply, but squatted down and observed the remains of the Black Pudding Monster.
Gray's face changed slightly and he quickly stopped him:
"You're not going to eat the black pudding monster, are you? Its name is pudding, which doesn't mean it can really be eaten."
"Of course I won't eat it."
Before Gray could breathe a sigh of relief, Yeats took out the kitchen knife, cut open the black pudding monster, and said attentively:
“Just take the natural gel from its body.”
Ge bud:? ? ?
“The gel-type monster has its own organ structure.”
Yeats explained: “Remove the excess organs, and the gel left behind has many uses.”< br>
Gray: "..."
Who asked you this!
Yeats has collected the required ingredients, exhaled, and said with a smile:
"Okay, let's leave here in one go and go to the bottom of the mountain to repair, and I will make delicious food for everyone."
Gray's tone was resentful: "Such a disgusting ball of slime... Do we really want to eat the black pudding monster?"
"It's black pudding monster gel, not black pudding monster." Yeats corrected.
“There is no difference at all!” Gray turned her head and said, “Say something quickly, butler!”
Forkas looked up at the sky, with tears in his eyes, and murmured:< br>
“The young master wants to cook by himself again, I am so touched.”
Grey: ()
If you do this again, I will sue you for mistreatment of employees in accordance with the law...
The crisis came to an end, and the carriage quickly drove away from the hillside.
As night falls, in the dark jungle, a pair of shining yellow eyes opens.
The black shadow looked at the firelight of the carriage, flapped its wings, and followed quietly.
(End of this chapter)