Chapter 293: Chapter 226 Clues of Brother Shrimp and the Blacksmith
"Wow, who are you?!"
rca, startled, took a step back and finally got a clear look at who had made the noise.
It was a person, presumably a human? Wearing an iron helt that covered the entire face, making it impossible to discern any facial features.
But there was no fur or barbed scales on the body, and the sll and voice were normal, so it should be human.
Wait, if there’s soone here, why didn’t I notice?
rca instantly beca wary, her eyes sizing up the stranger. She finally understood why she hadn’t detected this person.
Because the other person had no emotional fluctuations just now; usually, when you see a stranger, you get so kind of feeling, like malice, fear, disgust, etc.
But this person, this person wearing an iron helt, had all his attention solely on the pot in front of him, as if the whole world only consisted of the pot and the bright red shrimps boiling inside. It seed that as long as he didn’t pay attention to the outside world, the outside didn’t exist at all!
Such a state of absolute focus is sothing very few can achieve!
rca fabricated a whole bunch of assumptions in her head, but luckily, she felt that this person in front of her seed not very powerful, which prevented her from further Demiurge-like paranoia.
"Who are you... ahem, may I ask who you are?" With the intention of friendly communication, she composed her words carefully in her mind.
After all, this shrimp-cooking Rascal didn’t seem like a normal adventurer. Who in their right mind would choose to cook shrimps here?
"Mind your own business, if you’re not buying shrimps then scram, I have no interest in chatting with strangers."
He spoke irritably right away, gesturing to shoo rca away.
Hey, this guy is even more temperantal than the nopausal Vienma. rca raised her eyebrows, then said with a smile, "Can’t we talk if I’m not buying? The fog is everywhere in Lienia, I’m so scared, and it’s so hard to find soone to chat with."
"If you’re not buying, then scram. I might just slaughter you," the Rascal’s voice was still brusque.
No matter what rca said afterward, he responded with the sa sentence, turning the Elf’s complexion as red as the Big Lobsters in the pot.
[Why are you getting angry with a residual shadow?] Lizna’s magical telepathic ssage sounded in her mind.
rca stiffened for a mont, then pretended nonchalantly to dust off the non-existent dirt on her clothes and said:
[Of course I know it’s a residual shadow. If I talk more, maybe he’d say sothing else. It’s called gathering information. Can’t you even see that?]
[Hehe]
[Buy a shrimp and try it] Vienma’s voice also cos through.
Buy shrimps again... rca pursed her lips; the barbecued Big Lobster she had eaten earlier was not tasty. Although the flesh was firm, it had a strong earthy sll, and it was hard not to think of the ferocious appearance of the Big Lobster while eating.
But the appearance of the shrimps being boiled in the Rascal’s pot seed quite good, with sizes only half the length of a person and even smaller ones the size of a palm, which seed much gentler compared to Big Lobsters, making it easier to eat.
Capturing small lobsters should be easier than Big Lobsters, right? Not really.
rca distinctly rembered that small lobsters only moved in groups following the Big Lobsters, so to capture them, one would inevitably clash with their elders.
With this in mind, to catch and sell lobsters in the dangerous Lake Lienia, this guy with the iron helt was really ruthless!
"I want to buy a shrimp." To be honest, she felt the term "shrimp" was a bit strange, why not just call it lobster, but since the Rascal called it "shrimp," she did the sa to align with him.
"Oh, changed your mind, huh? Then I’ll get you a shrimp, but you’ve got to give
sothing equivalent in return."
At first, rca thought she had to exchange it for so specific item, but it turned out what he wanted was just souls.
A palm-sized shrimp for 200 souls, and the half-human sized ones for upwards of a thousand; these prices weren’t cheap at all.
But considering how difficult it is to obtain "shrimps" as an ingredient in Lake Lienia, the price seed sowhat normal.
"Here’s your shrimp."
After rca paid with souls, the Rascal unceremoniously fished out a palm-sized lobster directly from the boiling pot using his rciless iron hand, fluidly detached the tail and handed it to rca.
As she looked at the reddish, translucent lobster at, rca hesitated for a mont before finally accepting it.
Even if it tastes bad, I’m okay with it. With that thought, she took a bite.
"Eh?"
Her exclamation made all the surrounding Elves look over. What’s wrong? Was it poisoned?
"This, this..."
rca, covering her mouth with one hand, said while looking at the partially eaten lobster at: "It’s really tasty!"
"That’s just an ordinary boiled shrimp, but it’s like a flavor bomb exploding in your mouth, brimming with shrimp taste, tender yet juicy without losing any bounce. And the seasoning, especially the salt, is just right, I could eat this for a lifeti!"
Don’t just start a food broadcast out of the blue!
Her description made the surrounding Elves involuntarily swallow and all start to look towards the Rascal, who was then mobbed in the next second.
But rca was quicker, already saying, "Give
another one!"
"Oh, coming back for more, huh? You got the hang of it." You couldn’t see his face behind the helt, but the Rascal’s lips would definitely be curling up. "This one’s on ; anyone who likes shrimps can’t be a bad person."
Shrimp was delicious, and the word "free" doubled the deliciousness of the food. She happily nibbled at the shrimp at, graciously giving up her spot to her fellow shrimp-buying Elves.
Soon, a small mountain of shrimp shells piled up around the Rascal, and the Elves sat in rows, all eating shrimps rhythmically and in unison, which was charming in an odd way.
Just as everybody was relishing the delicacy, Vienma was the first to notice sothing amiss.
"[Mid-tier Identification Skill]"
She cast a spell that could identify one’s own status on herself. This magic could display whether a creature was under positive or negative effects, and the mid-tier Identification Skill could even vaguely determine the intensity of these effects.
Upon retrieving her own information, her eyebrows raised in surprise, just like rca tasting sothing delicious.
"What’s up, Boss?" Lizna wiped the corner of her mouth and asked. Her original words might have been "what happened
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