0p0 Chapter 281 Feast
Chapter 281 Feast
A circular stage was erected around the pool.
Some tables and chairs were moved up to the second floor, and more were rearranged across the hall, from one end of the hall to the other.The smell of new wood wafted in the air, and was gradually replaced by another—something stronger and more touching.
It was familiar or unfamiliar to the orcs, and it was an aroma that could only be emitted when the fire encountered rich oil.The interest in the construction of the stage was quickly replaced by the cafeteria, which started preparations almost at the same time. The adult wall around the cafeteria window just to watch the process of food processing is a somewhat bizarre scene. Likewise, the way food is handled in the canteen kitchen is also magical in their eyes.
Several ventilated stoves have already been set up behind the kitchen. Red coals are burning under the large stoves. The smoke gushes out from the chimney above and disperses with the wind. Women in blouses sort leafy vegetables at dizzying speed, chop them with knives on the long chopping board, pour the baskets of roots into the flat and wide steaming plate, spread them out and send them into the square tall steaming oven, and then Pull out the bottom steaming tray, lift it to one side, and pour the steaming roots into a huge wooden basin. A woman wearing leather gloves wipes off the skin and throws it into an iron basin next to her. The male took it away, crushed it into mud on the platform on the other side, put a lot of seasoning and kneaded it into a soft ball, beat it on a wooden board, broke out small pieces, rolled them into balls with hands, and rolled them over the small white powder. The pots were arranged one by one into the flat plate, and someone else brought it to an iron pot, and poured the slightly tumbling oil surface.Many orcs have never seen a pan of oil, but they have seen the cautious attitude of the cooks, and the tumbling balls that change color quickly.
It didn't take long for these balls to be picked up by a colander. Several times, someone came over with a small pot of bright orange fat and slowly added it into the pot. The fat came from another stove outside. The belly fat boiled with water and green onions in a steamer comes from the slaughter site further down the canal.Take out the fat and bright-colored poultry from the pen, cut the throat, let the blood out, immerse it in the cauldron with a small fire below, roll it a few times and quickly take it out, then remove the feathers, cut open the abdomen, take out the internal organs and clean them separately, and a dozen people arrange them The lines were assigned their own roles, and everyone's movements were clean and neat. The orcs used to think that it took only a moment to deal with troublesome feathered birds, and they turned into a pile of bald white meat in their hands.On the other side of the canal, another smell came along with the changing wind direction. That strong fishy smell was exactly the kind of fish that most orcs hated.
The food that many foreign orcs have seen or never seen is handled in an orderly manner by these people. The pictures that their eyes can't keep up with are just the approach of the feast.
Much the same process took place in distant prisoner-of-war camps.
Of course, due to the shortage of manpower and the status that they are destined not to receive much preferential treatment, most of the work has to be done by the prisoners themselves, and the work is not very clean.But compared with other regions and countries in this era, this is already a good treatment for people to doubt whether they are going to die in the next moment-if it is not for the life of this period of time, they have already given them a little understanding of the actions of those human victors.Being asked to exchange labor for food is a matter of course, other than that is incomprehensible.Their current life, for some orcs, is even better than before they became captives: full food, clean drinking water, clean and tall residence, regular work and rest, not threatened by any wind, rain and beasts, except for no freedom And the inescapable hard labor is scandalous, and most importantly, almost all of this is achieved bit by bit by one's own hands, under the leadership of human beings.
Even if even shadows were unimaginable, the captives privately acknowledged that the chiefs of men were not only surprisingly powerful, but also strangely wise.As for mercy, if it can set them free, it must be counted as the only one.
As for Scar Nightmare...
He is the master of victory, the master of the land, and the master of their lives.
These prisoners of war did not compare the powers of the two chiefs, their excitement was concentrated on the banquet that started in the evening, and their anticipation was tomorrow—the competition that belonged to them was about to begin, and the rewards of freedom and human beings stimulated them equally.
Gaze turned to the other side.
Luza woke up.
The strong smell irritated his nostrils, and just as he opened his eyes, a huge shadow rushed towards him. Lusa instinctively leaned back, but was still grabbed by the other party, and asked repeatedly: "Great!" Yes! You're finally awake! Does your wound hurt? Do you need a drink?"
Undoubtedly the idiot.
But besides the idiot Apra, there was a pair of very big eyes raised up around his head, and Mel was staring at him.For a child of this age, his eyes are very bold.
Luza didn't know when they arrived and who brought them, so he could only say, "I'm fine."
Then someone said: "Okay, let's go."
He will never forget that white hair's voice.Lusa propped up his body under Apra's cautious movements. The shock he received was so strong that his memory still had a mark of pain. In fact, based on his past experience, he knew that he had not suffered any serious injuries. And they've been treated with medication.Of course it couldn't be done by the white-haired werewolf sitting on the chair with his knees on the edge of the table and holding the square pieces called "cards". Luza didn't expect that elf to help him , he may have the opportunity to thank the other party in the future, but now——
He stretched out his hand and gently turned Mel's head back towards him.
Mel looked up at him, and continued to focus on the things in the hands of the white-haired man and the human sitting opposite him.
Luza stood up slowly holding Apra's shoulders, while looking at the room he was in. Although there were beds, this place was not like a personal residence. There were many things that did not exist in the life of orcs hanging on the walls. There is a huge window that looks out, and the slanting sunlight passes through the wall, casting straight shadows on the rows of tables and chairs and on the ground, where some orcs sit sporadically, whether they are strong or old, their clothes Both are much better than normal orcs.
Perth threw a card to the opposite side, "Get lost. Or do you want to stay here?"
This sentence sounded like a threat, but the human opposite him laughed, "Where is it different? There must always be a table for them."
Then he turned his gaze to Mel, who didn't look timid, "Very beautiful child, is this a girl?"
Boss glanced at Mel, and Lusa was so nervous that he wanted to pull Mel behind him, when he heard him say without the slightest interest: "The brats are almost the same."
But the human got up and walked towards them. Boss frowned, watched him walk in front of the little fox, knelt down, and handed over the cards in his hand, "You like this... No, you Want to know how it plays, kid?"
Mel, who was originally retreating, stopped. He looked at the printed cards, and then at the human who was one step away from him. Lusa gritted his teeth and bent down to grab his thin shoulder. Another person But stopped him from the side, "Shh." Apra said.
Mel held out his hand, took the cards, fiddled with them for a while, then returned them.The man looked at the rearranged cards in his hand, raised his head again, and looked thoughtfully at the child in front of him.
"Come on. Let's try this next." The human walked to the wall and took out something from a cabinet. "It doesn't take much time and there is no danger. You see the one on the wall, the painting Is it? Look at it, look at it for a while, and then I'll take it off, and then you take this, this little stick, hold it like this, and here, on this thing, draw all the patterns you remember Come down. You're a very, very bright kid, you can understand me, can't you?"
Luza looked sullenly at the man guiding Mel, and Apra stood beside him, her arms were already bruised from his grasp.
Not long after, the man hung the painting back up. He picked up the neatly drawn paper by Mel and narrowed his eyes.Boss came over and looked at it for a while, but he didn't say anything.
"Nice, isn't it?" said the man, putting the paper on the table. "How old is this kid?"
Luza answered after a while, "Seven years old."
"Very small." The man said, "but not too small." He looked at Lusa, "Are you his elder brother?"
"I am his father," Luzar said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's not obvious at all." The man said, "Now, I have a suggestion, if this child has a great possibility to learn directly from the magician, would you like to take him to our settlement? land?"
Apra took a deep breath, and Luza said, "Mel can't talk."
"It's a pity," the man said, "but it's not a problem."
Luza suddenly asked, "Can the magician restore his voice?"
"Maybe not." The man said frankly, "How long do you need to think about this? The magician is here now."
"No need." Luza said, "No need to think about it, I am honored, we are all honored."
When leaving, Apra put Mel on her shoulders, as if he was the stupid father. Lusa didn't say a word all the way, and they didn't stop until they stopped by the stairs going down to the hall. Some werewolves and humans were Stand on the turning platform in the middle and prepare to do something.
"Are you going to go down or just stay here? You won't be able to move around freely when the show starts!" A small human raised his head and said loudly when he saw them.
"'The show?'" Apra asked.
"It will start after the dinner party!" said the little human, "you have to decide quickly, the party is about to start!"
Apra probed down, and together with Lusa looked at the crowd of humans and orcs that had gathered at an unknown time. Mel grabbed Apra's head and poked his forehead with his sharp chin. Lusa looked back at them, Then he said to the little human, "Then we're going to stay here?"
The human waved his hand, indicating that he understood.
Then Luza and the others secretly stayed. After all, the second floor was big enough, with so many tables and chairs, it was definitely not just for the tribal leaders.Luza took Apra to find a table that he thought was inconspicuous. Mel was carried down by him and stuffed into Apra's arms. Their positions were far away from the orcs who were already seated, but they could clearly see The hall under the guardrail and the crowded heads.
Noisy voices surged up from below, but it was only at this time that they calmed down.
"Don't ask me what happened," Luza said. "Shut up."
Apra shut her mouth.
Luza propped his head up, turned his face away and stopped looking at him, the chaotic bustle could not pass from his ears to his head, and the word dinner just passed by in a flash, and he didn't pay much attention to it.What he was thinking about now was what the death of the great shaman meant to the Hekel tribe, and whether he had left an impression on the Far East magician, and Mel was actually favored by humans, and might become the magician's apprentice?God, he's actually only six years old... until a sudden ringing of a bell interrupted all his wild thoughts.
The noise below seemed to have a clear direction because of the bell, and here, Luza, who returned to his senses, heard footsteps and conversations. There were many orcs on the tables and chairs in the distance. Looking up, there were more orcs. is coming down.Some of them passed Luza and the others, and although some gave them strange looks, no one asked them why they were here.In contrast, Apra was much calmer than Lusa. He saw Chief Dura from a distance, but he didn't think he should sit with them.
There are not too many orcs participating in the banquet on the second floor compared to the hall below. They consciously gather in one place, leaving a lot of empty seats on both sides and four sides, and will not offend humans who seem to be prepared for any situation. Such a mistake, these positions are reserved for others.
Luza and the others soon saw these people.
The tribal leaders and centurions sitting in the area with the best light all stared wide-eyed, watching the hundreds of humans who suddenly appeared from the other side, different from their kind in blue-gray earth-colored clothing, The clothing styles of these humans are more complicated and exaggerated. Some women even wear skirts with wide hems. All of them have neatly combed hair, smooth cheeks, and healthy complexion.
As if they didn’t see these tribal leaders, they sat down in groups nearby. At this time, the orcs noticed the subtle distance between the tables and chairs, not because they were placed carelessly at the beginning, but to distinguish the difference of the entrants.
Many orcs frowned tightly, and then began to whisper. Most of the humans looked serious and remained silent. The most embarrassing ones at this time were Luza and the others. Several humans were facing them.Not only on the opposite side, but also all around them are human beings.
At this time, it was too late to scold him for being an idiot. When Lusa was desperately thinking about how to get out of this situation, a young human girl opposite smiled at them a little nervously.
"Here...for her." She said in the tribal language she was not fluent in, rolling a small thing over.
Luza looked at the familiar size and color, it was a candy bar from a human settlement, but what he thought of was not who she was and what she wanted to do, but—not "she", but "he", Mel was a boy !
After a stiff silence, Luza picked it up from the table, "Thank you." He said in an even less proficient human language.
The atmosphere suddenly became better, although the two sides still had nothing to talk about.
Luza gave the candy to Apra, and the latter looked flattered. Mel looked at the two of them, then turned to look down at the hall.The brief chaos was over, and each orc had its own place. Some humans shuttled between them. Every time they stopped at a table, two orcs stood up and walked towards the direction of their fingers.Some orcs have already carried huge square plates full of food to the outside, and other black-haired humans walked around the circular stage, each holding two equally huge square plates full of food in their hands , followed by people holding baskets, they stepped up the stairs, and the strong aroma of food filled the air.
"... dinner begins," said Apra.
Luza looked to the other side. Baimao and a gray wolf followed behind one person, and came to the group where the tribal leader and his subordinates were. Several figures who looked like patriarchs stood up and bowed slightly to the black werewolf. .
Black-haired humans came to each table like swimming fish, and put the huge pottery dishes piled up to the top one by one on the table. The basket was stuffed under the table and left quietly like a fish swimming again.
Scar picked up the porcelain bowl in front of him, and the clear wine was swaying, "Why talk too much? Drink to your heart's content - enjoy the feast!"