11: Chapter 11 This Wine Really Packs a Punch 11: Chapter 11 This Wine Really Packs a Punch Zhao Guang was carried on Kapas’s shoulder like a little chick, sprinting rapidly and often leaping along the way.
Zhao Guang had been trying to find an opportunity to strike up a conversation, but he just couldn’t manage it, as his stomach acid was nearly sloshing out.
After an unknown amount of ti, Kapas finally set Zhao Guang down.
“We’re here, this is our camp.” If Kapas hadn’t been holding onto Zhao Guang’s shoulder, Zhao Guang would have probably collapsed right then.
“Ugh,” Zhao Guang bent his head down, vomiting so hard he felt his intestines might co out.
“Your small stature really isn’t up to scratch, much worse than those smugglers.
But don’t worry, we’ll always be your friends.” As he said this, Kapas was still clapping Zhao Guang on the shoulder.
The force of the claps made Zhao Guang feel like his shoulder was no longer his own.
This continuous tornt made Zhao Guang feel as if he had been seriously ill.
“Right, we will always be brothers, and I’ll be counting on your help more in the future.”
Zhao Guang, fighting the dizziness in his head, managed to muster a rigid smile and even raised a middle finger.
The Beastn around, seeing this gesture, all raised their middle fingers towards Zhao Guang in response.
“Right, we will always be brothers.”
Zhao Guang was speechless.
This was one gesture you all did not need to learn.
Suddenly, an elderly man walked over from a distance, his body adorned with various primitive ornants.
“Kapas, I heard you brought back a rchant with a lot of salt.”
“Elder, that’s right, this is the man, oh brother, what did you say your na was again?”
Zhao Guang quickly stood up straight, “Greetings Elder Sir, my na is Zhao Guang.
I have always admired Beastman culture and have always wanted to be brothers with Beastn.
I heard that you were short on supplies, so I went through great hardships to acquire a treasure that allowed to transport nearby and bring the supplies over.”
The surrounding Beastn stared blankly at Zhao Guang, clearly shaken by his speech.
Beastman culture?
What culture do Beastn have?
We didn’t know about this.
The elder recovered quickly, “I did not expect there to be such good humans like you among the humans.
Very nice.
I believe your admiration for Beastn, ordinary humans certainly don’t speak the Beastman language that well.”
Beastman language?
The Beastman language!
What was going on?
Zhao Guang widened his eyes.
He finally realized this was entirely a different world.
How could there be absolutely no communication barrier between them?
Honestly, when he first encountered humans and was able to communicate with them, Zhao Guang hadn’t felt anything amiss.
Thinking back, their speech was entirely different from his own, yet he could understand and fluently speak it without needing to think; it felt as natural as his mother tongue, completely instinctual.
If he had had this ability from the beginning, his English scores wouldn’t have been so poor.
It seed this trip through the Space Gate had definitely brought him a boon.
That Space Gate, it was truly a wonderful gate indeed.
“Haha, of course, I grew up learning the Beastman language from childhood.
It’s my mother tongue,” he said.
The surrounding people were persuaded by Zhao Guang’s shaless display, many Beastn showing genuine smiles.
They each gestured middle fingers towards Zhao Guang and then ate the salt, their faces revealing comfortable and rather odd expressions.
“To honor our brother, I suggest we have a feast.
Let’s roast the best at,” Kapas said loudly.
Zhao Guang, like a puppet, was pulled by Kapas directly to the bonfire, which had been burning since he had arrived, right in the middle of the Beastman Camp.
The Beastman Camp was also very primitive and rugged, consisting entirely of a combination of wood and animal skins.
It didn’t take long before a crowd of Beastn had already encircled the area.
“Haha, look, brother Zhao Guang has even brought us so fine wine.”
Fine wine?
Since when did I bring wine?
Zhao Guang looked back and almost died of fright.
Kapas was pouring what he had brought—two barrels of chili oil—for the others.
The screw cap of the oil barrel was directly squeezed to pieces, but not a single drop of the chili oil was spilled.
“No, don’t.” Zhao Guang watched as Kapas put a sea bowl to his lips and then downed it in one go.
The next mont, Kapas’s face turned bright red, and his entire face twisted.
Even Zhao Guang, who was face-blind, could see the obvious distortion on that lion-like face.
“This is bad, they might think I have poisoned them.
I’m dood, absolutely dood.”
Zhao Guang’s eyes widened, never having expected anyone to be so impulsive; couldn’t they sll that there wasn’t a hint of alcohol in it?
It continued to distort for nearly a minute, and the surrounding noise quieted down as everyone stared at Kapas.
At that mont, Kapas finally opened his mouth and exhaled.
“Ha… good wine, truly good wine.
This wine really packs a punch.”
Zhao Guang chuckled awkwardly, “Haha, well, this is our local specialty ‘spicy wine,’ known for its spiciness.”
Beastn are really terrifying.
Watching other Beastn guzzle the chili oil, Zhao Guang felt a stomachache coming on.
Even people from Shuzhou would feel nauseous seeing this use of chili oil.
While drinking, Kapas even gave Zhao Guang the middle finger, “It’s really good, just the taste is a bit off, a bit too llow.
And there’s too little of it.”
Zhao Guang’s eyes darted about, and he hurriedly said, “That’s because it’s not ant for drinking, it’s a condint wine, specifically for saring on food, which makes the flavor even better.
If you want to drink, I’ll bring so next ti, but I can only bring a little.”
He gestured to his arm, indicating his limited strength.
Regardless, it seed like he had found an item for trade.
There was plenty of chili oil, and the best part was, buying more wouldn’t cause any trouble; no one had ever heard of getting in legal trouble over purchasing chili oil.
“Zhao Guang, you really are my good brother.
Here, have a cup yourself.”
Damn it, they want to kill .
Looking at the large sea-bowl-like cup filled with chili oil, he absolutely couldn’t indulge them.
If he were to down it in one go, there wouldn’t be enough ti to get to the hospital; he’d better head straight for the crematorium.
“That, well, it’s not ant to be used like this.
I can’t hold my drink, so just a little bit will do.” Zhao Guang took so roasted at, then dipped just a little to demonstrate.
But after eating it, Zhao Guang started cursing inside again; the Beastn’s way of making food was much cruder than that of humans.
They just stripped off the skin and put it on the grill, considering the organs as delicacies, placing them in front of him, the esteed guest.
And the worst part was, if they were so generous with the chili oil, why couldn’t they spare so salt?
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