The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 125 The Snake Princess’s Feather Dance
Oppa's statement that dragon masters don't eat people made the halfling pale with fright. Everyone knew that such words were untrue. Dragons who said they didn't eat people might eat more than anyone else.

The halfling swallowed nervously.

"Can you not go?"

The fishman directly patted the obsidian sword on his waist and looked at him with burning eyes.

"Do you want to test whether the sword in my hand is sharp?"

"No, it's okay for me to go, but I want to make it clear first that whether you like cooking or not is very subjective. Dragon Master will not do it just because he doesn't like my cooking."

"Just burn me to death with a breath of dragon breath?"

The fishman waved his hand casually.

"No, dragon masters rarely use dragon breath to execute people. We usually do it for them."

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, but after hearing this, the halfling stood up straight in an instant and said with a sad face:
"I just wanted to earn some high-end soy sauce, so why did I risk my life~"

The fishman said cheerfully:

"I treated you to a meal last night just to behead you today? Hurry up and pack your things. The Dragon Lord will see you after dinner."

"If you make the Dragon Lord wait for you, I'm not sure whether you can save your head."

"Go now!"

The halfling quickly ran to the stable to lead his mastiff. He happened to see the mastiff leisurely eating bean paste from a broken bowl, adding wild vegetables, and walked up with a smile and rubbed the mastiff's head.

"Old man, I didn't expect you to have breakfast before me. The food is quite good. Eat quickly, we are about to set off."

After a second thought, he stood up again.

"You eat slowly. I won't take you with me today. You will stay here and wait for me to come back."

If he really offends the dragon master, the mastiff can still save a dog's life if he stays here. If he goes to see the dragon master, he might end up dead with him.

The mastiff raised its head to look at its strange owner, then quickly lowered its head to continue enjoying the delicious gooey food.

Following the halflings around, the mastiff has not had such a good meal for a long time, and now cooking is more important than caring for the halflings.

Saying goodbye to his beloved mastiff, the halfling followed the fish-man to the Dragon God Altar with a mentality of desperation... In the banquet hall next to it, Attilan was feasting on food at the moment.

Next to it was a row of murlocs and snake chefs cooking for the dragon master. The grand scene made the halfling's eyes widen, because the dragon master was so extravagant that he used magicians to process the ingredients.

After the energy field competition with the Khajiit, Attilan was very tired and hungry. He needed a lot of food to replenish energy. He had already killed five [-]-pound wild boar murlocs.

Although purified water is usually added to the wild boar's diet to remove the fishy smell of wild boar, the time required to cultivate these wild boars is not enough, and the dragon's five senses are very keen, especially Attilan, who is also a gourmet.

The requirements for food quality are stricter, so seven murloc chefs and two snake chefs who have just graduated are working together to prepare Attilan's breakfast under Thrall's command.

I saw a pig being quickly and accurately divided into several large pieces such as pig head, pig legs, pork chops, pig back, etc. by a fishman holding a knife. Sal controlled the water element to clean it and blanch it to remove most of the Fishy smell.

Then they were handed over to other chefs to start cooking. Braised, stewed, braised, grilled, pan-fried, all kinds of cooking methods were displayed directly in front of the halfling's eyes.

Especially when the chefs have many spices that halflings have never seen before.

Seeing the cooking techniques of the chefs and the variety of spices they used, the halfling knew that he could not compete with them at all. The only thing he could excel in was the cooking skills, seasoning, and heat.

Living in the wild all year round, the halfling has mastered good barbecue techniques, but he only has one seasoning, rock salt produced in his hometown!
He can distinguish the salt required for various foods he has eaten, but the food he has made in this way is only suitable for him to eat. The specific amount of salt that should be added depends on whether the eater has a heavy mouth.

The right amount, a little, or a little more, is the essence of halfling cooking, it depends on what the dish is.

But compared to the dragon master's grasp of the taste, these fishmen must be better than him. He can't compare to him in knife skills, cooking methods and seasonings. The halfling suddenly felt that his life was not long.

Watching Attilan braise a whole large, dark red pork leg, he tore it clean in a few or two bites, threw the pork leg bones aside, and began to taste a whole side of charcoal-grilled pork chops.

The halfling was so hungry. He couldn't stop drooling as he watched Attilan swallow three large wild boars into his stomach.

"When you're full, let the halfling come over."

It was a double blessing. Not only did he defeat the Khajiit again, but the black bull he sent out finally fooled him into coming over.

Looking at the trembling halfling, Attilan smiled and asked:

"What do you think of Qinglin Town?"

The halfling stuttered in reply:

"Very...very good!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm full."

Attilan even smiled and made a joke, but his mouth full of fangs brought a powerful deterrent to the halflings, especially since he had just exploded his energy field with all his strength, and the overflowing spiritual power formed a strong majestic aura.

The halfling couldn't stop it at all, and the fear in his heart naturally couldn't be suppressed.

Looking at the cowering halfling, Attilan waved his hand in disinterest.

"Go down."

He waved to Oppa, the snake-man princess not far away.

"You help me watch him and see what he has done in Qinglin Town. It is best to find a way to make him fall in love with this place and plan to stay and work."

Oppa smiled brightly. "There's no need to think of a solution. He has already fallen in love with this place and plans to stay and work. If he hadn't been called here by the Dragon Master, he would have been applying to be a chef in the hotel."

"Really? What attracted him?"

"Soy sauce, he wants to make money by reselling soy sauce."

Attilan tilted his head in confusion.

"Soy sauce? I remember that the satyr transported a batch to be sold in a viscounty in the Northland Kingdom. The price was indeed very high. You tell him that as long as he can convince ten halfling chefs to work in Qinglin Town."

"I will reward him with a jar of high-grade soy sauce."

Opea's eyes moved, she leaned against Attilan and wiped the grease on his mouth and whispered:

"He said that soy sauce is praised as black gold by humans, and human nobles are even willing to exchange it with gold coins of equal weight."

Attilan snorted disdainfully, soy sauce is black gold, what is oil?Petroleum can breed mold, but soy sauce can?

"That's just the nobles showing off their wealth. The mid-grade soy sauce brought by the goatmen is not worth the price. But since those nobles are so after mid-grade soy sauce, they are not in a hurry to sell high-grade soy sauce."

"Wait until humans get tired of mid-level soy sauce and can no longer make money, then launch high-end soy sauce, and strive to empty the pockets of these guys who maintain aristocratic respectability."

"No wiser than the Dragon Lord."

After meeting the Dragon Lord, the half-length man realized that his back was completely wet.

But the meat cleaver used by the chef I just saw, the iron plate for frying meat, the iron pot, the casserole for stewing meat, the variety of spices, and most importantly, the magic of handling ingredients.

It was deeply engraved in the halfling's mind. Even if there was a terrifying dragon, the halfling still firmly wanted to stay.

"Then I'll take my leave first. Dragon Lord, don't worry and leave it to me. I will tame this halfling."

As she spoke, Opelia covered half of her face with her fan and let out a laugh as clear as a silver bell.

Halfway through, Opelia suddenly turned her head and said:

"I have trained all the musicians and dancers that the dragon master asked me to train. I hope the dragon master can come to the hotel tonight to watch and guide us in the colorful feather dance."

Attilan was refreshed, slowly twirled and picked up the clothes. He was originally a neon dress and Liuyao. Since Opea's arrival, Attilan has taught Opea the traditional musical instrument making methods that he knows.

In the past, you could only listen to the music of colorful feathers on the Internet, but now it has become a giant dragon. Attilan also plans to have his own song and dance troupe, perform specifically for himself, and show off fiercely when entertaining friends.

Attilan has been away from home for a long time and really wants to hear some local accents.

"I'll be there on time."

After Opea left, the tiger man held a pig leg and tore it apart bit by bit and said coldly:

"With so many people cooking for you, and making them so exquisite, can you still calm down while practicing?"

"Didn't you enjoy eating too? Sometimes I really wonder if you are a tiger. Why are you eating so slowly?"

They say that the tiger man devours food ravenously and chews slowly, and he really met the tiger man.

All in all, this seemed to be his first time eating with a tiger-man.

Because the two were in a stalemate, the competition was delayed until the sky began to turn white, and it ended with the tiger man falling to the ground without strength. By that time, the bear man had already taken the children back to the Oak Hall to rest.

Attilan couldn't just leave the Khajiit lying on the ground, so he let Taishan, who persisted until the end of the game and was sleeping soundly against a big tree, carry the Khajiit back.

After the tiger man wakes up, he invites the tiger man to eat together.

The tiger man just glared at him and then ate the pig leg silently.

"And don't you think it's very comfortable to have such a big pig's leg after practicing so hard?"

The tiger man replied coldly:
"No, monks go through hard work to polish their minds and bodies, so that we can better control the true energy in the body, and at the same time sense the various vitality gains in the world and practice."

"I won't stop you from becoming an ascetic, but I can't live that kind of life anyway. Sal, go prepare a basket of steamed buns for the Tiger Fairy and ask her to take her back and bake them slowly."

"Don't worry, a basket of steamed buns will definitely be enough for you to practice hard for a month."

Thrall immediately went to the kitchen and started making dough, making it according to the Khajiit's monthly quantity.

"You guys eat slowly, I'm going to bed, Taishan, remember to ask everyone to watch the show tonight."

"Ok!"

Tarzan, whose mouth was full of meat, gave a vague reply.

After saying that, Attilan soared into the sky and quickly plunged into the lake, returning to the dragon's nest to absorb the water elemental power to recover the energy consumed by last night's confrontation.

As night fell, Attilan broke out of the water again, flew straight to the hotel and landed on the large open space in the backyard.

Oppa and the dancer stood in the center of the stage, the musicians adjusted their instruments, and the druids were all sitting on their seats tasting fruit wine, waiting for Attilan.

Attilan glanced around.

"It seems I'm still late. Why didn't I see Leopard Girl?"

(End of this chapter)