Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 256 Dragon Head Stew and Qingxi
"Ronnie, do we really have no chance of winning?"

Okun, the god of forging, often appears among the goblins in the image of an old man with a white beard, and is affectionately called "Big Daddy" by the goblins.

Now, the old man of the goblin race was smoking a long pipe, frowning and asking Ronnie Drauunir, who was captured by the elves and suddenly returned.

"You're guaranteed to lose, Big Daddy. You didn't see the battle scene at that time. The power of the marrow bomb is nothing compared to the attack launched by the God of War. It's even more so compared to the existence that defeated the God of War."

After two days of traveling, Ronnie finally returned to the goblin base camp with a wry smile and answered his great-father's question.

But his understanding was actually wrong. The God of War was indeed one level stronger than other gods, but that did not mean he could ignore the marrow bombs.

This commander of the Dwarves, however, regarded the God of War who became stronger after fighting with Broly as the power that the God of War originally possessed before the war.

But in reality, what he saw at that time was Artosh becoming stronger at a rapid speed.

However, the scene of the fight between the God of War, whose strength has increased many times, and the Saiyan boy made the God of Forging Okun silent.

"I knew there was a gap in strength between me and the God of War, but I didn't expect the gap to be so big."

"Don't be discouraged, Big Daddy. If you decide to fight the being that defeated the God of War, then I, Ronnie, will also charge into battle for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the goblin commander's head was hit by Oken's pipe.

"Don't use your rhetoric on me. I'm not the kind of old stubborn person who would go after an enemy knowing that he is unbeatable."

"So, Big Daddy, what do you mean?"

"Forging good equipment requires good materials, but if I don't have good materials, can I not forge good equipment?"

The situation is stronger than the person, and he also has to consider the survival of his followers. Oken has made the decision to give up the Star Cup.

"As long as I am alive, even if I miss the Star Cup, I believe that one day in the future I will be able to create equipment that surpasses the Star Cup."

This is just dream talk. The Star Grail is an omniscient and omnipotent conceptual device. Even if Okun is the god of forging, it is impossible for him to forge equipment that surpasses the Star Grail.

However, a god must always have a dream. A god without a dream might as well have his own essence pierced through directly.

And creating better equipment is the meaning of his existence in this world.

In other words, as long as He is allowed to continue forging, Oken doesn't really care who is the only God.

Of course, if possible, Okun would definitely think that it would be best for him to be the only God.

But there is no other way, His strength does not allow it.

"I won't compete for the Star Cup anymore, but you still need to grasp the future of not competing for the Star Cup."

Okun is an enlightened god. He does not have much desire for power and devotes all his energy to forging.

"The future..."

Ronnie was also a little confused, and he didn't know what the future would be like.

. . . .

It was somewhat unexpected that the dragon spirits suddenly came to offer their services.

But in fact, this was also beyond Long's expectation.

Regin Levi's original idea was just to check out the situation first, but he had no intention of joining directly.

This was a decision he made immediately after realizing the danger.

"Regin Levi, your tail is so long, can you give me a small piece so that I can taste your flavor?"

As it turned out, her decision was correct. She had just joined and the being who defeated the God of War flew over and said some vicious words to her.

Regin Levi wondered if he had been a step slower, would he have ended up like the former follower, with his head chopped off and hung in front of Avant Heim.

“I would love to do it if I could, but I can’t.

The essence of us dragon spirits is a container that contains a special space.

The past and future of the dragon race will be reflected and echoed in this special space.

While this brings us dragon spirits unlimited power, it also brings us a huge weakness.

That is, as long as the container is slightly damaged, even if it is only a minor injury, the damage will be infinitely magnified due to the characteristics of infinite reflection and reverberation..."

What Regin Levi said was a bit complicated, but it can be translated into one sentence: The dragon spirits either remain unharmed, or die if they are harmed.

Things like cutting off a dragon's tail to let others taste it are basically a matter of costing the dragon's life.

"Eh, just cutting off a tail will kill you dragon spirits? You dragon spirits are really fragile!"

Regin Levi: "..."

As the ultimate life form second only to the Old Gods, this is the first time that someone dares to say that the Dragon Spirits are fragile.

However, there is something irrefutable: compared to the God of War in the past and compared to the boy who defeated the God of War, the dragon spirits are indeed fragile.

"You're right, what about my tail?"

"Since it will kill you, I won't eat it. I'm not that greedy."

Broly said this, swallowing his saliva, with a look of disappointment on his face that anyone could see.

"In fact, you can still taste us."

Seeing this, King Conglong felt relieved, but said again.

"Hey, are you willing to sacrifice yourself so that I can taste it?"

Broly asked quickly.

"That was not what I meant."

The Dragon King shook his huge head hastily and pointed his tail towards Avant Heim.

"My former servant was hunted by the Flügel. Its head is hanging there. You can eat that."

"Hey, isn't that a decoration?"

Broly was a little surprised, and then overjoyed.

Immediately, he flew over and took off the dragon head of the Tianyi species.

The dragon head has been hanging for more than ten years, and it has become a little dried out.

For the dried meat, Broly thought of cutting it into pieces and stewing it in soup.

While Avant Heim was slowly flying towards the direction of the elves, Broly took the huge pot sent to him by the Ex-Machinas and started to stew a pot of dragon head soup in the sky castle.

In addition to the main ingredient, the dragon head, many other ingredients were also added, including some seafood creatures that were intercepted by some Skywing species when they were drawing water from the sea.

“It smells so good~”

Soon, a rich aroma rose up and floated over Avant Heim.

Some Flügel flew over sniffing and curiously looked at the boy throwing things into the cauldron.

"Lord Broly, what are you doing?"

"stew."

"What's stew?"

“It’s delicious.”

Broly has tasted the soup, and this pot of dragon head stew tastes pretty good.

Look, one after another, the Skywing species came, attracted by the smell.

“Can we try some?”

These Skywing species were quite curious, and after coming here and smelling a clearer scent, they began to ask Broly with some anticipation.

"of course."

Broly doesn't have the habit of eating alone, he is happy to share food with people around him.

Soon, the Flügels that came here lined up in a long queue, and one by one they came to the pot and opened their mouths waiting for Broly to feed them, just like hungry baby birds.

The boiling hot soup was not a problem for them. After being fed a mouthful by Broly with a big spoon, they would taste the soup beside it, with a look of happiness gradually appearing on their faces.

"What did you do again?"

Not long after, Jibril, who flew over here carrying Chronicle, asked.

Following behind him was Fanlou, and further behind was Hubie carrying Rick.

"It's stew. Here."

Broly didn't waste any time. He took out the bowl he had prepared long ago and filled a large bowl of soup for Jibril and the others.

Compared to other Flügel species, these wives had their own bowls and chopsticks and the right to jump in line for soup, and Rick enjoyed the same treatment because of Chronicle.

“It’s hot, but delicious!”

Clooney took a bite and her eyes lit up.

Although these days, in this sky city, Broly always takes out some delicious food for them.

But compared to this soup, the taste of those things is a little worse (cheap stuff), but it is already comparable to some of the food I ate in my dreams.

"Woo, another bowl!"

While Chronicle was still blowing the soup in the bowl to cool it down, Jibril had already finished one bowl and was holding up the bowl to ask for more.

"I want some too." Fanlou followed closely behind, licking her lips with her pink tongue, also looking unsatisfied.

"no problem."

Seeing the happiness levels of the three people rising, Broly was also very satisfied, so he added another bowl for Jibril and Houlou.

"Lord Broly, are you still going to get a wife?"

The other Flügel looked at him with some envy and asked directly.

"Of course I did, but you can't."

Broly replied.

"why not?"

The other Flügel were not convinced.

"Because Crystal Palace doesn't recognize it."

Upon hearing this, the Skywing species were somewhat disappointed.

"But you can be my external wife."

"Then can you give me a bowl, like Jibril, and add soup without waiting in line?"

"If you want a bowl, you can order it with the Ex-Machinas, and you don't have to wait in line to add soup. If more people help make soup, that's fine, but the official wife will still get the soup first, and the external wife will be second, not the last."

Broly gave his priority in sharing food, and the surrounding Flügel looked at each other and signed up enthusiastically.

"I want to be Broly-sama's external wife."

"Me too."

"For the soup, I rushed~"

……

Rick was watching from the side and thought it was a bit outrageous, but when he thought about the fact that the Flügel had no knowledge of their wives, he found it reasonable.

Anyway, they are all serving Broly, the brother-in-law, so having another nominal external wife status doesn't seem to be a burden.

"By the way, Mr. Broly, can I be your extrinsic wife as well?"

Suddenly, Rick asked this question. He just wanted to make a joke, but he didn't expect...

"of course."

Then I heard the Saiyan boy's direct affirmative answer.

"Wait, my dear, you are not unisex, are you?"

Rick tensed up and asked directly.

"I don't eat people."

Broly didn't hear any other meaning and answered seriously.

"By the way, what is this stew made of? It's so delicious."

At this time, Cloni interrupted and asked.

"I used dragon head, sea fish, and some vegetables to stew."

Broly replied.

"Hey, did you take action against those dragon spirits?"

Jibril asked curiously.

"No, the dragon head I used is the one hanging in front of Avant."

Broly shook his head and explained.

"Oh, so it's the head of the Distant Light, huh?"

Jibril responded and looked at the Saiyan boy with wide eyes.

"You stewed it with my treasured dragon spirit head?!"

"Hey, is that your stuff?"

"If it's not mine, is it still yours?"

Jibril was a little mad, because that head belonged to the dragon spirit that she defeated alone.

It was a souvenir with great collectible value, but now it has been stewed by Broly.

Broly: "..."

He picked up the bowl, poured another bowl of soup, and handed it over.

"Then drink more."

Jibril: “???”

He put the bowl down and rushed directly towards Broly.

"I'll fight you!"

The surrounding Flügel were shocked and quickly carried away the large pot of delicious stew.

"Bang bang bang~"

After a full-force attack, Jibril turned into Little Jibril and was carried back by Broly.

"My head, damn it, I have to drink a few more bowls!"

Unable to defeat Broly, Jibril who had shrunk in size turned her grief and anger into appetite, holding a large bowl and eating in big mouthfuls.

This was her treasured head, and she had to make up for the loss.

Broly was a little embarrassed. When he took the ingredients, he didn't ask clearly who the ingredients belonged to.

Fortunately, Jibril's happiness value did not drop much.

After drinking the soup again, it rose again.

However, after drinking the soup, Jibril became sullen again.

Broly apologized and tried to cheer the other person up, but it didn't work.

"It's just a dragon spirit head, why is she so angry?"

Fanlou was a little confused.

"That was the spoils of war that Jibril obtained after fighting six times and hovering on the brink of death six times before she killed the dragon spirit alone.

At that time, Artosh-sama praised her, and Jibril has always been proud of it, hanging the head of the Dragon Spirit in front of Avant until now.

Mm, the soup tastes really good."

Azriel licked her lips and answered Houlou's question. She didn't care about Jibril's sulking, thinking it would be fine after a while.

"I might be able to help."

Houlou walked forward, reached out and pulled Broly's clothes and said.

"It's great that you can help, but, Houlou, how can you help?"

Broly was confused.

"My power contains the wish-granting part. As long as you sincerely make a wish to me, I will fulfill your wish."

Hanou is the original deity, and she possesses the most power of creation. The reason why the fox people of the beastman race worship her stone-like essence as a god is not because they recognize her essence and want to create a fox god.

Instead, Fanlou, who had fallen into an inactive state, would sometimes respond to the fox people's prayers in a hazy state. The overflowing power fulfilled the wishes of some fox people, thus making some fox people aware of the extraordinary existence of her essence.

"Then I hope Jibril won't be angry."

Broly did not doubt what Houlou said and made this wish directly to his Old Deus wife. His intention was sincere and strong, and with Houlou's intentional response, it was fulfilled.

I saw a milky white light emanating from Hanlou's body, which, pulling Broly's strong will, extended to the remaining dragon head skeleton.

A clacking sound was heard, as if an invisible hand was piecing the scattered bones together again. Dried dragon meat emerged between the dragon bones, and dragon scales covered them back one by one.

After a while, the dried faucet that had been eaten reappeared in front of everyone in a fresher form.

“Is this a creative power that is even more powerful than that of Artosh-sama?!”

The Old Gods all have some creative power, but none of them can compare to Houlou, the original god.

"Head back, Jibril, don't be angry."

Houlou easily recreated the dragon head, walked over to Jibril and began to shake her.

"I'm not angry anymore. I'm not angry anymore. By the way, can I make a wish with you too?"

Fanlou: “Hmm?”

"If we had two heads, we could make that soup again."

Fanlou: “Hey!”

(End of this chapter)