The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable! Chapter 815 - 262: Culinary Wasteland in Hell (Part 4)

[Greedy Sword God] broke the defense and said.

"Then why the hell are you calling it noodles?!"

The Hell Dwarf sneered coldly.

"At least it should crunch like Gabeng when you slurp it!"

[Tomb Chef God] couldn't laugh, and [Greedy Sword God] almost spat out his brain matter.

"Damn! You might as well go back to slurping your lava!"

He thought the opponent would get angry, but instead, the dwarf proudly smiled.

"My grandpa's grandpa could definitely do it! A real Hell Dwarf eats only thick and tough stuff!"

After speaking, he walked away proudly.

The goblins nearby sward in, eagerly finishing off the leftover "snot porridge," smacking their lips and critiquing it.

"Where's the at, only two pieces?"

"This vendor's so stingy!"

"Yeah, totally!"

"Is the flavor so bland because they're stingy with the salt?!"

"We goblins absolutely won't pay swindlers!"

"Right! Bring another bowl! Hurry!"

[Greedy Sword God] silently drew a knife from the stall, scaring the yet-to-open [Bone Ash Descend] to quickly leap up and embrace his legs, pleading on behalf of the NPCs.

"Bro! Calm down! This is a safe zone!"

"Let go! Release!" [Greedy Sword God] shouted with a face full of grief and indignation, "I'll chop him first! Then hack the dog planner! Ahhh!!!"

He looked completely insane.

This ga's been open so long, the server's location is like a treasure deep in the Pacific, and no one knows where the dog planner is on Earth.

Seeing this undead go crazy, the goblins around him scattered in fright, leaving the already quiet stall even more desolate.

[Tomb Chef God] pretended not to know the lunatic, smiling as he continued grilling, never ntioning anything about the Northwest again, silently changing the sign to Southwest.

Skewers of ticulously marinated at were neatly arranged on the charcoal fire, with the blazing flas licking the at, instantly releasing a rich charred aroma.

"Heh heh... lamb skewers... they're so tasty!"

That eerie smile was chilling, but residents in Hell were used to it; what got points deducted in Beifeng City was the least of anyone's concerns here.

Scented by the alluring aroma, the Hell Dwarf slapped a banknote down and took a skewer, taking a bite, a look of satisfaction flashed across his face, but soon his brow furrowed again.

"Why is this skewer so small?!"

He thought the skewer stick was edible, ending up with his lips pierced instead.

[Tomb Chef God] was taken aback.

"Small? Um... but... that's just how grilled at is!"

That's how they sell it in Beifeng City, including ran, and no Hell Dwarves in Catastrophe Castle ever complained, instead relishing human food, taking pride in it.

In the sa Lord Demon King's territory, even among the sa species, how did a sea apart turn them into such bizarre beings?

Probably sent by competitors to stir up trouble!

But glancing at this guy's outfit, [Tomb Chef God] found it unlikely, he was clearly a craftsman working in the neighboring factory, one who just got off overti.

The dwarf took another two fierce bites, frowning.

"Just a few bites and it's gone! Are you trying to fill my teeth? One bite and it all gets stuck in my teeth!"

[Tomb Chef God]: "..."

One side, goblins egged him on excitedly.

"Swindler!"

"Smash his stall!"

"Roar roar roar!"

They weren't actually making a move either, but were clearly instigating so less bright individuals among the goblin crowd to take action, aiming to grab sothing in the chaos.

Fortunately, the less bright individuals had been cleaned out in earlier rounds, and the remaining goblins were mostly cunningly sly, which lowered the players' operating difficulty.

[Greedy Sword God], who had closed his stall, had cald down, crossing his arms and mocked sarcastically, "You might want to fix a tooth first?"

The Hell Dwarf glared at him, but seeing he was undead, realized any confrontation would just leave him at a loss, so in the end, he didn't bicker and left after eating.

Like the goblins, Hell Dwarves were also subject to prior managent, and those who remained were generally well-behaved, a group whose tempers were comparatively less explosive, but they still expressed their dissatisfaction quietly with their feet.

Listening to those goblins grumble about the high prices, while the hell dwarves found the skewers too small to be satisfying, the Tomb Chef God quickly scrambled to redy the situation, imdiately launching two new options—"big skewer" and "small skewer."

The big skewer doubled the amount of at, and the price went up accordingly. The small skewer maintained the standard portion, catering to goblins who didn't have such a big appetite.

However, sothing uncanny happened; the hell dwarves were exceedingly satisfied with the big skewer, praising it non-stop after trying it.

"Now this is a proper portion, perfectly paired with a strong drink—oh, at broth, that is!"

"Absolutely, absolutely! The strong—at broth flavor is superb! Only goes well with such big skewers!"

On the other hand, the goblins, seeing the big at skewer, didn't buy the small ones at all.

This bunch not only loves bargains but also cares about appearances; if there's a big one, they'll never buy the small one.

The Tomb Chef God suddenly understood those quirky simring stews trendy on the streets.

Apart from that unique flavor, there might be deeper philosophy and ways of life embedded within—the goblin wondrous soup could fill goblins' bellies without them knowing the price, while helping them maintain their fragile dignity.

To truly solve the dark cuisine issue in Black Wind Castle, the goblins there must beco wealthy.

However, the contradiction lies in the fact that Hell's resources are extrely limited; if the goblins' lives beco affluent, the high-level demons may not be affected, but the hell dwarves' lives will surely beco miserable.

When hell dwarves suffer, demons suffer, then the average demons whom demons serve suffer too.

Ultimately, this chain will reach the high-level demons, and the only way to prevent this is to keep most goblins in poverty, making their ti worthless, and their production worthless, allowing hell dwarves to accept lower wages, produce cheap and useful goods satisfying demon consumption, while demons serve ordinary demons… ultimately forming a vast closed loop.

This is a large ga of chess, even Seldo Port's defeat and Black Wind Castle's plague are just ripples on the board.

The Tomb Chef God was stunned.

He had thought these seemingly insignificant setups were interconnected.

This ga is so damn realistic?!

When bored, people contemplate philosophy, and he, waiting for guests who aren't coming, belonged to this category.

Throughout the day's hustle, the Greedy Sword God was insolvent, losing even his pants, while the Tomb Chef God's small losses didn't count as losses, the ultimately motionless winner was Bones Descends.

This guy was really cunning.

Everyone agreed to start a business together, but he remained still, only watching his brothers being cannon fodder, making mistakes in experints.

Actually, the Tomb Chef God still harbored a little hope.

After all, his losses mainly ca from making too many small skewers, which ultimately couldn't be sold and were wasted.

Tweaking his marketing strategy tomorrow, focusing exclusively on hell dwarves, might recoup the money lost.

So, co the next evening, he dragged along the disastrously compensated Greedy Sword God to sell barbecue together, but when they pushed their cart to the market, they were dumbfounded—

More than a dozen barbecue stalls had popped up in the market!

Those outsider goblin rchants had aggressively entered every lucrative avenue they deed profitable, just to snatch a tiny piece of cheese crumb in Venerate Luoyan's territory.

What's more.

The nearby taverns quickly spotted the opportunity, swiftly rallying several low-level Fla Demons as barbecue chefs, launching a "Hell Dwarf Skewer" nu!

Claiming that the Fla Demon chefs' firepower was more intense, the at plentiful, and prices more affordable, they instantly snatched away over half of the custors!

Originally, those dwarves bought skewers and went to drink at their place; now they didn't even need to take a detour.

Watching the deserted stall, the Tomb Chef God clutched his chest, nearly disintegrating from anger.

"These plagiarizing dogs! No respect for tradition!!"

The never-moving Bones Descends beside couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You didn't do any market research, slamming Guangguang just mindlessly, with your way, even the Demon King would go bankrupt!"

Ultimately, it was the low technological content of the skewers; after all, Sword Bro's ran didn't get copied, did it?

The Greedy Sword God sighed, he was already in despair.

"Oh well, the only thing worth praising is finding a hint of direction. Moreover…"

He paused, looking towards the bustling market, with a hint of relief in his voice.

"It's also an opportunity to promote Northwestern specialties."

Of course.

This refers to the region west of Brass Pass, north of Vortex Sea.

Looking at Bones Descends making sarcastic remarks, the Tomb Chef God angrily said, "If you're so capable, step up!"

Bones Descends chuckled warmly, confidently touching his chin, and within his skull, a pair of soul fires lit up into soul rings.

"It's high ti I show you guys a trick!"