The knight in the abyss

Chapter 375 The Devil's Chef

With the creaking sound of the bone door being pushed open, Lancelot walked into the kitchen of this demon castle.Unexpectedly, it was not the Tanar'ri who were busy here, but a large group of goblins.These green-skinned elves have a clear division of labor, some are cutting meat, some are lighting a fire, and some are stirring around in the cooking pot with a large spoon, taking out a spoonful from time to time, and then from the side He grabbed some unknown spices from the bag and threw them in.

"Gormack! If you haven't cut the damn meat in 1 minute, I'll cut off your fingers and throw them in the pot myself! Boog! You stupid bug, let me see you go Add the bark of the snake tree to the soup, and I will boil you together to neutralize the smell! And Gulujia! For the sake of you being my aunt, don't sleep anymore, don't make me come and kick you ass!"

A goblin wearing a tall chef's hat is standing on top of several stacked crates, giving orders to the other goblins in the room.Judging from the smell in the air, these goblins are not too bad. Lancelow felt that the scene in front of him was actually quite funny, but the 'head chef' obviously didn't think so.

Due to the position of the goblin wearing the chef, it easily noticed the 'two-headed' human knight who had just entered.The goblin's expression changed, and he yelled at the others, "Continue with your work, now I'm going to take a break. If I find someone lazy when I come back, he's the appetizer for tomorrow's breakfast, do you understand? "

The rest of the goblins responded vaguely to the Chef's threat, and didn't seem to take the Chef's words seriously.The goblin sighed, took off his hat and put it on the spot, then rolled off the box and walked towards Lancelot.

"Follow me, sir." The goblin walked directly over the two-headed tin man, walked towards an empty room, and said at the same time, "I will cooperate [-]% and you don't need to use any violence."

"Do you know what I want?" Lancelot felt very amused, but stood cautiously at the door and did not follow into the room.

"I guess you didn't come looking for donuts, did you?" the goblin sighed, "Look, I'm just a complete idiot to sign a contract with the tanar'ri - I thought it was for that It must be the Baatezu... In short, I have no responsibility for this castle other than cooking those disgusting foods, so as long as you promise not to kill me, I can tell you everything I know, although I I didn’t know how many useful things there were.”

"Are you willing to believe my guarantee?" Lancelot raised half of his eyebrows, "And why should I believe that you won't report to the guards immediately after being released?"

"The first question, besides trusting you, do I have any other choice?" The goblin sighed, walked to the corner of the room, and opened the lid of a wooden barrel, "As for the second question, see Is this bucket already? It contains the water of the River Styx, you should recognize this special color, right? Just drink such a small spoonful, and I will completely forget what happened just now...Okay, so What do you want to know?"

"Tell me your name first." Lancelot said pretending to be threatening, "You know the power of names? If you dare to deceive me, no matter where you hide in the multiverse, alive or dead, I can find you."

"You really don't need to tell me this, sir." The goblin sighed resignedly again, "I'm Rotford Rottenfoot, and I'm glad to be of service to you."

"Very well, Rotford, I saw a big fat man wearing a hood when I came here just now, who is that?" Lancelow didn't intend to reveal his true intentions too quickly, so he first asked another person he was interested in question, "Have you seen what it looks like under the hood?"

"Oh, that's Pudge, our butcher." The mention of this name obviously made the goblin quite uneasy, as if it would invite the owner of the name, "It is said that he is a... offspring of the Mother of Demons, or not at all Failed experiment. I gave the headgear because although he likes to kill, he gets angry when blood splashes on his face, you don't like him when he is angry... As for his face, put an ogre's Throwing the head in cow urine and soaking it for three days is almost the same, both in appearance and taste."

"You seem to be afraid of it?" The skull on Lancelow's shoulder spoke, imitating his voice and tone, as if it was really another head of Lancelow.

"It really likes to disembowel, skin and bone." The head chef named Rotford shrugged, "And in its view, we are no different from the food that needs to be processed. Gro has Drunk once, slept where it shouldn't be, and we didn't see her dried body until a month later - delivered on a cart with other 'ingredients'. I advise you not to go looking for it Pudge's trouble, he hardly feels pain, and the thick layer of fat on his body is more effective than any armor. You must have discovered that his senses are not sharp, and with that hood, you have to slip away from him It wasn't difficult in the past."

"Very good." Lancelow nodded, and Colonwell on the side also kept pace with him decently, "How much food do you prepare every day?"

"Do you want to know how many demons live in the castle? I'm sorry, although these guys can completely avoid eating and drinking, but no matter how much you do, they will eat them all, until something else attracts their attention. The goblin shrugged, "In my opinion, eating is just a pastime for the devil. We can send up five hundred pounds of food at a time. If we don't replenish it in time, it will be eaten in about an hour. But today The speed of food consumption is indeed much slower than before, if this information is useful to you."

"Interesting." Lancelot nodded, and finally asked the question he wanted to ask, "What about the dungeon? Are there any prisoners who need your food?"

"The jailers often come to order food for the prisoners, but they always want vegetable soup. Either they want to torture the prisoners on purpose, or the prisoners don't like the meat I cook." The head chef sighed again, "But I Don't blame them, to be honest, I don't eat them myself. Ever since the Glo thing, I've been sick of seeing meat."

"I see." Lancelot rubbed his chin, "If I want to go to the dungeon, how should I go?"

"Turn left after going out, go straight at the first fork, and then turn right, you will see Made and Lake guarding the door, two very friendly big toads, I believe they will be very happy to see you. The goblin exaggeratedly winked at Lancelot, "But if you... don't want to meet them, I know another way..."

Lancelow was no stranger to that kind of smile. He thought about it, put his hand in his pocket, and asked the goblin at the same time:

"How much do those demons pay you each week?"

(End of this chapter)