◎The Slime Tribe’s Demonic Palace◎
When Warren first came to the military camp, the area beside the lava lake was still a barren expanse of yellow sand and gravel. But now, several months later, the open space has completely changed.
There was not only a scoreboard engraved with magic words and a podium made of huge stones, but also rows of long tables and benches made of firewood, and seven or eight wooden sheds for shelter from the rain - these were the results of Warren's failed attempt to build a house.
Since the origin of the Firewood is very far away from the Demon King's Palace and the saplings brought back for planting have not grown up yet, the Demon King's Palace does not have much Firewood reserves. After realizing that he could not build a magnificent and beautiful house like the one in the cards, Warren decisively chose to give up and only left a few wooden sheds to store tables and chairs, and then put the tables and chairs in the open space when it was time to eat or have class.
In his opinion, these open-air dining tables and chairs were too simple to be worth mentioning, and the magic soldiers, servants and Dark Iron Dwarves, who participated in the entire process of making the tables and chairs, did not think they were magical. They just occasionally sighed that the tables and chairs were beautiful, clean and comfortable.
But one can imagine the shock in the hearts of the already nervous Slime people when they first saw such a strange and solemn long table and benches.
"Can we sit down?" A slime demon even began to stutter, "Or we can sit on the ground."
"Of course you can sit down," the demon soldier beside him said carelessly, pulling out a chair for him. "Sit down and wait for a while. The demon chefs are still busy. We will be able to get the meal soon."
It was almost noon, and other magic soldiers who had participated in training or hunting returned to the barracks one after another. They had no interest in the slime tribe until they heard a team of magic soldiers say that there were flaming grapes near the slime tribe. Suddenly, they were all excited and gathered around the slime tribe.
Among the various stories that the devil tells in the small classroom, the two most popular ones are the tortoise and the hare and the fox eating grapes.
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The former made the magic soldiers argue endlessly about which one was stronger, the turtle or the rabbit, and they even caught a lava turtle and a red rabbit to compete - then the red rabbit rushed back into the rabbit hole the moment the magic soldiers let go, and the angry magic soldiers announced on the spot that the turtle had won.
The story of the fox eating grapes made the demons very curious about the taste of grapes. During this period, when talking about the food they wanted to eat the most, even fried greedy beast meat and potato, egg and meat patties had to admit defeat. Almost all the demons said they wanted to eat grapes.
There is no other reason, I just want to know whether grapes are sour or sweet.
Hearing that the Flame Grapes were highly praised by these powerful demons, the Slime Demon was very confused: "Although the Flame Grapes taste good, it is hard to eat enough. They are not as delicious as meat."
Several slime demons looked at each other, not understanding why the demon soldiers wanted to eat grapes. They had just visited the smokehouse of the Demon King's Palace, where a variety of fresh monster meats were hung on the racks, and hundreds of barrels of meat were being pickled. The slime demons almost drooled at the sight.
The demon soldier wagged his tail and was about to tell them the story of the fox, but he saw the demon king coming gracefully. He immediately shut his mouth and stood up excitedly: "My king!"
Almost all the demon soldiers stood up at the same time, and the shouts of "King" resounded through the sky.
In the powerful magic fluctuations emitted by nearly a thousand demon soldiers, the Slime Chief who was walking behind Warren trembled subconsciously and almost fell to the ground. Seeing the Demon King in front of him standing still and not even pausing, he couldn't help but stand in awe: He is worthy of being the Demon King, his strength is unfathomable.
Not knowing what the Slime Chief was thinking, Warren smiled and waved at the demons: "Hurry up and eat."
The slime member who was also frightened by the fluctuation of magic power and rolled under the table got up awkwardly and was dragged by the magic soldiers to the wooden shed. He received a plate from a familiar, and then lined up in another wooden shed. He held the plate and asked the familiar chef to add a full plate of fried meat and smoked meat.
The aroma of fried meat filled the air, and the slime people's hands were shaking as they held the plates.
Meat! So much meat! What a heavenly life!
Attracted by the delicious food, they ignored everything else. Their minds and eyes were filled with the fried meat. They followed the magic soldier back to the dining table without even saying a word. They ate up all the fried meat on the plate like hungry tigers.
Feeling the joy of being full for the first time in a long time, the Slime Man slumped in the chair, trying hard to control himself from turning back into mud, and breathed a sigh of relief with happiness.
"Thanks to Hulu, we finally found a breakthrough!" A shrill voice caught his attention. "It turns out that there is magma flowing at the bottom of the soil where potatoes grow! We are observing and watering the land with magma before planting the fruits. If potatoes can grow, we will never have to worry about not having mashed potatoes to eat in the future!"
The slimes looked in the direction of the sound and saw a short goblin wearing an animal skin vest, jumping back and forth on a specially made high chair, holding a piece of meat in his hand and talking about something excitedly.
"Gnome!" He was horrified and quickly patted the magic soldier beside him, "There's a goblin over there!"
In the impression of the Slime Clan, the weak goblins are the lowest group in the demon clan. Since they can dig holes and are good at stealing, once their traces are found in the clan’s territory, they must dig three feet into the ground to drive all the goblins out, otherwise the clan’s stored food will be stolen by them.
However, the demon soldier did not beat the goblin violently as he imagined. He just looked at him in surprise and said, "What's wrong? Have you never seen a goblin before? Then I will introduce you to him later."
Slime Demon: “?!”
Do you even welcome goblins in your Demon King's Palace?
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Holding chopsticks in his right hand, Warren gracefully put the piece of meat into his mouth.
He did not sit on the podium, but sat together with the demon soldiers. The Slime Chief sat beside him timidly, not daring to raise his head, and ate quietly.
This is not because the Slime Chief is timid. Although he is indeed afraid of the Demon King, the food in front of him is obviously more delicious.
Moreover, after explaining to the Demon King the current distribution of the major ethnic groups in the Demon Realm in the Demon King's Palace in the morning, the Slime Chief keenly discovered that this Demon King was different from the previous Demon Kings. He did not intend to use violence to intimidate the various ethnic groups, but to take a gentler approach to win the hearts of the demons.
At first, the Slime Chief did not take it seriously. He thought that this Demon King was most likely a powerful figure who had risen to fame from some remote corner and had no idea about the situation of the demons. The demons who gathered in tribes were different from the servants of the Demon King, such as familiars and demon soldiers. Although they appeared to be submissive, they were actually unruly. Even to pay tribute, they would not do so until the Demon King brought his army to the tribe's territory. How could they kneel down after listening to a few words from him?
It was not until he followed the devil out of the devil's palace and saw the large-scale smoked meat factory, the neat and uniform open-air restaurant, and the devil soldiers' heartfelt faith in the devil that he was shocked. And when he ate the crispy and greasy fried meat, he even wanted to become the devil's slave for a moment - who doesn't want to eat such delicious food every day!
However, perhaps his gaze was a little too obvious, the demon captain Arabella and the demon butler Ler beside the Demon King looked at him with murderous eyes. The Slime Chief was frightened and finally shrank into a quail again.
"Are there flaming grapes near your tribe's territory?" After hearing the discussion of the demon soldiers, Warren put down his chopsticks and turned his head to look at the slime chief.
Not knowing how much information his stupid tribe members had revealed, the Slime tribe leader did not dare to lie: "Yes, my king. The Slime tribe's territory is in the valley in the north of the Forbidden Plain. There is a large stone mountain without soil, and the Flame Grapes grow in the cracks of the stones."
Few demons have heard of the Flame Grapes because it only grows in the cracks of rocks where there is no sunlight. These cracks are often extremely narrow, and only races like the Slime that can turn into mud on the spot can enter.
It is for this reason that the flaming grapes have always been a very important survival resource for the Slime Tribe. They were able to survive so many wars and famines and eventually become one of the medium-sized ethnic groups in the Demon Realm. In addition to the natural advantages of the Forbidden Plains terrain, the flaming grapes also made a great contribution.
Therefore, the Slime Chief was so upset that he could not even cry when his stupid tribesmen told everyone about the Flame Grapes as soon as they met. He regretted not having warned them not to talk too much in advance, but he was so frightened by the Demon King that he dared not tell a lie. He could only tell everyone about the Flame Grapes while feeling upset.
After hearing about the growing and harvesting conditions of Flame Grapes, Warren realized with some regret that they couldn't grow them for the time being. However, they were already busy enough with bacon, chicken and potato farming. Even if Flame Grapes could be grown, they probably wouldn't have the time to study them. "I plan to trade Flame Grapes with you. Are you interested?"
The Slime Chief was stunned and didn't understand: "...Transaction?"
"It's about exchanging bacon for flaming grapes," Warren explained briefly. Seeing the Slime Chief's eyes suddenly light up, he smiled slightly, knowing that he had been tempted. "But how much can be exchanged and how to exchange it, the Demon King's Palace needs to send a team to conduct a field investigation before we can draw a conclusion."
The Slime Chief took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "No problem, my king, you have the final say!"
Of course, he didn't want the Demon King's army to enter the Slime Tribe's territory. After all, if the Demon King was in a bad mood and wanted to kill all of them, they would have no way to complain. However, it was no secret that the Slime Tribe was in the Demon Realm. Their survival and hunting depended on the Forbidden Plains, and they had no way to move. This was why the Slime Tribe leader immediately decided to offer his prey to the Demon King after seeing the Demon Army and begged for mercy.
At least this demon king was willing to negotiate with him, the Slime Chief comforted himself in his heart. Even if the final result of the negotiation was to exchange a large basket of grapes for a small piece of bacon, it was still much better than the direct tribute in the past.
He was worried about the future of his tribe, and his heart was in turmoil. At the table, other slimes had already become familiar with the demon soldiers. It turned out that food was indeed the best medium to bring people closer together. The initial tension and discomfort quickly subsided under the comfort of delicious food. Before long, the slimes were hanging out with the demon soldiers and even chatting with the goblins.
Their thoughts were very pure: even such delicious food was willing to be shared, the new Demon King was much better than the previous Demon King and the Blood Wolf Clan Chief! The Demon Soldiers and Familiars were also our good friends!
When the Slime Chief finally reunited with his tribe members and mentioned with a sad face that the Demon King was going to send a team to investigate their tribe, the Slime tribe members cheered in unison: "Great! We were just telling Arabella that she would come to our tribe when she has time!"
Slime Chief: “…”
For the umpteenth time, he felt tired of the stupidity and gullibility of his own people.
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