Tobacco?
That stuff isn't cheap for goblins!
"At least we're eating normal food," the Hell Dwarf sneered, mocking back at the sight of the cigarette butt floating in the pot, "Unlike you, those ssy things you serve are simply an insult to Hell's air!"
The goblin didn't waste words with him and imdiately started speaking of his mother.
"%￥#@!"
Ever since Lord Snick took charge and led them to prosperity, the goblins of Black Wind Castle have beco increasingly dismissive of the Hell Dwarves, with the only person they fear being the foreman at the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory—when the servants of the Lord's Mansion are out patrolling.
The market was bustling, with smoke swirling around, resembling a chaotic battlefield set ablaze, yet adding a touch of the once-rare smoky atmosphere.
The goblins and Hell Dwarves surprisingly lived harmoniously together, which counted as one of Lord Demon King's achievents.
Until Luo Yan arrived here, they had been living parallel lives, as if existing in two separate worlds.
However, not everyone was pleased with this chaotic situation.
For instance, the little players from the Great Graveyard.
Amidst the uproar, three bony figures stood at the edge of the market, staring at the scene before them, exchanging puzzled glances.
"You call this damn thing gourt? You really call this damn thing food?" [Greedy Sword God] looked at a goblin stuffing sothing into his mouth, chewing twice vigorously, then revealing a bizarre expression of satisfaction.
"I saw... cockroach legs." [Tomb Chef God]'s voice quivered slightly, almost too afraid to look further, fearing he might discover more "truths."
[Bone Ash Descent] remained silent for a mont before speaking in a lancholic tone, "Seems like what they said on the forum is true... This place is indeed a culinary desert; our Great Graveyard culture hasn't reached here yet."
The three of them simultaneously sighed, showing a complex expression.
As undead players, they didn't need to eat, yet the scene before them still left a strong impact on their souls.
In Lord Demon King's territory, can you not even get a proper al?
As Lord Demon King's most loyal sovereign fathers, how could they tolerate such a thing?
"Damn it, might as well do it ourselves." [Greedy Sword God] smacked his thigh fiercely, a fierce battle spirit igniting in his eyes.
[Tomb Chef God] nodded, the fla of culinary godhood rising in his skull: "Exactly! GTM! We need to show these dwarves and goblins what real gourt truly is!"
The three of them exchanged a glance and nodded in agreent.
Thus, the culinary entrepreneurship plan of the three young players officially began in Black Wind Castle...
Money wasn't the priority; they simply couldn't allow these goblins to spoil the food any longer!
They blew their horn loud enough that they started believing it themselves.
...
The night market at Black Wind Castle was bustling, as the workers from the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory clocked out, the cries of the vendors on the stalls grew even louder.
The aroma of strong liquor and grilled at road in the air, entwined with the sound of bargaining and chatting, the entire street was in uproar, even livelier than so bustling districts in Demon City, though the quality was sowhat lacking.
And right in this chaotic and robust corner of the market, three enthusiastic little players were busy with their respective stalls, embarking on the first chapter of their culinary empire!
"Take a look, have a glance! Authentic Northwestern ran! A pot of broth brewed for twelve hours, real authentic, top-notch!"
[Greedy Sword God] stood behind his ran stall, pouring a pot of broth into a giant iron pot, the clear soup base steaming with fragrance.
He stood by the pot for quite a while and finally attracted a curious Hell Dwarf who approached uncertainly.
"Northwest? Which Northwest?" the bald egg head muttered curiously, trying to look into the pot, but wasn't tall enough, so his head couldn't reach.
Hell Dwarves were mostly craftsn, even the laborers were stronger than goblins, and naturally earned higher wages than goblins.
Compared to the latter, they had greater spending power and were willing to spend money to try sothing new.
[Greedy Sword God] swiftly pulled him away, afraid that his beard would fall into the pot and stew.
"West of Brass Pass! North of Vortex Sea! Simply called Northwest!"
The Hell Dwarf pondered for a mont, realizing that was Catastrophe Castle, and imdiately exclaid excitedly.
"Give a bowl!"
Having heard that the dwarf miners there whip goblin behinds, he had to get a bowl of his distant compatriots' food for this fact alone.
"Alrighty!" [Greedy Sword God] grinned broadly, energetically busy with pulling noodles, welcoming his first transaction at Black Wind Castle.
The nearby NPCs were still observing, seemingly wanting to see what he could actually produce.
Beside him, [Tomb Chef God] set up a charcoal grill, filling his stall with various skewers, arranged neatly like battalions ready to charge. Proudly, he picked up a skewer of succulent beast at, grilling it over the charcoal, flas licking the at, instantly creating a layer of greasy sheen, sizzling noise arising.
"Grilled at! Authentic Northwestern flavor! Trust , it'll definitely make your mouths water!"
To be fair, that aroma was indeed exceptional, although it didn't attract many NPCs, it drew quite a few players over.
Sadly, most of these guys, like him, were thrifty and useful skeleton fras, staring hungrily at the greasy grilled at, wishing they could possess an NPC to taste what exactly the at was? What was the flavor?
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