Chapter 265: A Culinary Desert in Hell

At this very moment, Luo Yan did not know that the little ship he had thrown into the vast ocean had capsized just like that, and he didn't know where it had capsized to.

But fortunately, his servant Luo Yan was smart enough to quickly convince the skeptical Titch with the "Whispers of the Demon Servant" and reach a deal with the latter.

Titch wasn't a person of pure faith to begin with, and in his eyes, the Demon King and the Demon God were close relatives, so making a deal with the Demon King was not out of the question... anyway, they had nowhere else to go but to cooperate now.

The undead and the pirates shook hands and made peace, deciding to settle down on this beach first to confirm their location.

Meanwhile, Luo Yan arranged for some ghouls to explore the tropical rainforest in front of them, while others guarded the wreckage of the ships.

As for himself, he was racking his brains over a wet notebook, studying how to draw a teleportation array, trying to convey his situation to the Demon King.

As long as he connected to the Demon King's labyrinth, everything would be easy to handle!

The only problem now was that this teleportation array was simply too difficult to draw, and the notebook had been soaked in water, which was as difficult as ascending to heaven for someone with his low cultural level...

On the other side, the reconstruction work of Black Wind Castle had entered its final stages. With the lifting of martial law, the street near the factory was bustling with activity, not at all inferior to Beifeng City, which was far away near Thunder County.

After all, there was such a large population here; as long as one didn't make too much trouble for oneself, it was hard not to develop.

Just as Luo Yan said, those goblin merchants didn't care at all about the destruction of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce and the death of Geluo Ke; they would go wherever they could make money.

The lord here didn't love them?

What a joke.

Only people who lacked love would worry all day about whether others loved them; they didn't even have hearts, so how could they care about that?

Just keep your eyes open when picking sides next time, or close your eyes and choose Baron Luo Yan. At least those who followed "that Demon King" last time ended up quite well; his eating manners were very elegant, and he cherished his own feathers.

As for those who charged with Sini Ke?

Following closely was fine, of course, but those who ran too slow or too fast could only pray for their own luck.

In short, the vast majority of Black Wind Castle's residents were very satisfied with the final result. The goblins moved into new communities, which not only had water pipes, but other goblins also contracted their household waste.

And the Hell Dwarves, although it was a bit bad that they couldn't drink expensive strong liquor, the Lord's Mansion turned a blind eye and allowed the taverns to mix high-proof liquor into meat broth—that didn't count as liquor, but as a seasoning to remove the fishy smell; it was just that if they sprinkled too much, it was a compromise after all.

There were always more ways to solve problems than problems themselves.

And just as Luo Yan had expected, his backyard, after experiencing two prairie fires, had given birth to a brand-new order.

However, this was not all perfect, especially for the little players from the Great Graveyard.

They could tolerate the smelly odor of the goblins and their casual attitude toward life, but they could not tolerate that "Hell Cuisine" which could be called hell-level.

The market near the industrial zone was filled with a strong charcoal-burning atmosphere.

At the Hell Dwarf's strong liquor and roasted meat stall, burly dwarves used huge iron hooks to flip charred, unidentified meat chunks, shouting loudly while splashing strong liquor onto the charcoal fire. Flames instantly rose, and the air was mixed with the aroma of roasting and the pungent smell of liquor.

Although the source of the meat chunks was full of suspicion, this was actually okay; after all, not everyone could sit in the Demon King Academy's cafeteria and enjoy Minotaur steak. The residents at the very bottom of Hell had long been accustomed to not asking about the source of the meat, lest it make them think of their neighbors.

The players could still accept the flavor of the Hell Dwarves, but the goblins made them a bit unable to bear it.

The stalls where those guys sold "junk food" could be said to be varied; calling that stuff food was even a compliment.

They mixed various ingredients that looked unclear together without any rules, threw them into a soup pot at will, and then randomly sprinkled a handful of magical seasoning... or mud just rubbed off their bodies, and finally served plates of colorful and foul-smelling specialty delicacies, which truly shocked the eyes of countless players.

"Goblin Secret Stewed Rat Meat! Only this one shop, miss it and you'll have to wait until next year!"

A goblin wearing a loincloth held a bowl of mysterious items that would need to be censored in other games, shouting with pride on his face.

Although he said so, he had said the same thing yesterday, and it was thought that he would continue to torture the ordinary residents of Black Wind Castle tomorrow... if there were any ordinary residents here.

Beside him, a Hell Dwarf bit open a beer bottle cap with his teeth, took a big gulp, and curled his lips in disdain.

"Pah! Does anyone actually eat this ghost stuff?"

"What do you know? Our goblin food emphasizes innovation and cost-effectiveness, unlike you guys, who only know how to pair roasted meat with horse urine every day, making people's mouths full of cigarette ash smell." The goblin retorted unconvinced.

A small demon player passing by had his eyes light up and handed over a cigarette butt that was almost finished.

"Brother, I have a cigarette butt here, it's free, do you want it?"

That goblin brother probably didn't understand his language, but he understood his gesture, and was overjoyed to grab it and throw it into the pot.

Tobacco?

That stuff wasn't cheap for goblins!

"At least what we eat is normal food," looking at the cigarette butt floating in the pot, the Hell Dwarf sneered and retorted, "Unlike you guys, those messy things served up are simply an insult to the air of Hell!"

The goblin didn't talk nonsense with him and directly greeted his mother.

"%￥#@!"

Ever since Boss Sini Ke led them to become awesome, the goblins of Black Wind Castle had increasingly not put the Hell Dwarves in their eyes. The only thing that could make them wary was the foreman in the magic crystal cannon factory—when the servants of the Lord's Mansion were patrolling.

The market was noisy and filled with smoke, like a chaotic battlefield burned by fire, but it also had a bit more of the smoke and fire of life that had been rare before.

Goblins and Hell Dwarves actually lived together in peace, which could be considered one of the political achievements of the Demon King.

Until Luo Yan came here, they didn't interact with each other, as if living in two parallel worlds.

However, not everyone was satisfied with this messy situation.

For example, the little players from the Great Graveyard.

Amidst the clamor, three skinny figures stood at the edge of the market, looking at this scene, looking at each other.

"This is also called gourmet food? This is also worthy of being called food?" 【Gluttonous Sword God】 looked at a goblin digging something into his mouth with disgust, chewing it twice, and then revealing that weird satisfied expression.

"I saw... cockroach legs." 【Graveyard Chef God】's voice was trembling a bit; he didn't even dare to look down anymore, for fear that he would see more "truth."

【Ashes Descending】 was silent for a while, and then said faintly: "It seems that what is said on the forum is true... This is indeed a culinary desert, and our Great Graveyard culture has not spread here yet."

The three of them sighed in unison, revealing the same complex expression.

As undead players, they didn't need to eat, but this scene still had a strong impact on their souls.

In the Demon King's territory, one couldn't even eat a normal meal?

As the most loyal big daddies of the Demon King, how could they tolerate such a thing?

"Damn it, let's just do it ourselves." 【Gluttonous Sword God】 slapped his thigh, and a raging fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

【Graveyard Chef God】 nodded, and the fire of the Chef God also burned in his skull: "That's right! Gtm! We want to let this group of dwarves and goblins know what real gourmet food is!"

The three of them looked at each other and nodded tacitly.

Just like that, the three little players' gourmet entrepreneurship plan officially kicked off in Black Wind Castle...

Money or whatever was secondary; they purely felt that they couldn't let this group of goblins ruin the food!

After blowing too much cowhide, they even believed it themselves.

The night market of Black Wind Castle was bustling with activity. As the laborers of the magic crystal cannon factory got off work, the shouting of the vendors at the stalls became even louder.

The aroma of strong liquor and roasted meat churned in the air, mixed with the sound of bargaining and noise. The whole street was in an uproar, even more lively than several prosperous districts in the Demon Capital, but the quality was not very good.

And in a corner of this chaotic market full of wild atmosphere, three enthusiastic little players were busy with their respective stalls, opening the first chapter of their catering hegemony!

"Take a look, take a look! Authentic Northwest Ramen! A pot of broth boiled for twelve hours, it's authentic, it's top-notch!"

【Gluttonous Sword God】 stood behind his ramen stall, pouring a pot of broth into a huge iron pot. The clear soup base was steaming, and the aroma was overflowing.

He waited by the pot for a long time, and really waited for a Hell Dwarf who didn't know why but was curious to come over.

"Northwest? Which northwest?" The bald egg muttered curiously, wanting to lean in to look into the pot, but he wasn't tall enough, and his head couldn't reach over.

Hell Dwarves were mostly craftsmen, and even those who worked as laborers had more strength than goblins, and their wages were naturally higher than goblins.

Compared with the latter, their consumption ability was naturally stronger, and they were willing to spend money to try new things.

【Gluttonous Sword God】 hurriedly pulled him away, for fear that his beard would fall into the pot and be boiled.

"West of the Huang Tong Pass! North of the Whirlpool Sea! Abbreviated as Northwest!"

The Hell Dwarf pondered, wasn't that Disaster Castle, and immediately shouted excitedly.

"Give me a bowl!"

Hearing that the dwarf miners there used whips to whip goblin butts, he had to have a bowl of gourmet food from his distant compatriots just for that.

"Alright!" 【Gluttonous Sword God】 smiled, busy pulling noodles, full of energy to welcome his first business in Black Wind Castle.

The nearby NPCs were still watching, seemingly wanting to see what he could actually come up with.

And 【Graveyard Chef God】 on the side set up a charcoal grill, filling the stall with all kinds of meat skewers, neatly arranged, like rows of soldiers waiting to go into battle. He proudly picked up a skewer of fat beast meat and roasted it over the charcoal fire. The flames licked the meat, instantly showing a layer of oil, sizzling.

"Roasted meat! Authentic Northwest flavor! Believe me, it will definitely make your mouth water!"

To be honest, the aroma was indeed excellent. Although it didn't attract too many NPCs, it attracted quite a few players.

It was a pity that most of these guys were skeleton frames like him who saved money and were easy to use. Looking at the oily meat, they could only stare blankly and worry, wishing they could possess an NPC to taste what kind of meat it was? What did the meat taste like?

Compared to the other two brothers, 【Ashes Descending】 took a completely different route.

He didn't open for business directly, but mingled in the market of Black Wind Castle, carefully observing the eating habits of the Hell Dwarves and goblins.

He frowned and stared at a goblin pouring a large lump of sauce with unknown ingredients into the pot of his stall, then grabbed a handful of things like maggots and sprinkled them in, and finally stirred them vigorously, serving a bowl of stewed soup emitting a strange smell.

That looked a bit like a magic potion.

If it weren't for the fact that other goblins were lining up, swallowing their saliva, he even suspected that they were seeing a doctor.

"... What the fuck is this?" 【Ashes Descending】 widened his eyes, his scalp tingling.

The goblin stirred while boasting proudly to the guests: "Fresh! Just caught Earth-Binding Worms with special seasoning sauce! Look at this color, how authentic!"

"..." 【Ashes Descending】 swallowed his saliva silently and decided to go his own way.

He had already thought about it; he would not simply copy the gourmet food on Earth, but would combine the characteristics of Black Wind Castle to create an "Undead Cuisine" that was more in line with the tastes of these creatures.

The other two brothers were busy with their own things, looking forward to their first batch of guests.

However, reality was always crueler than imagination.

Except for a few guests who tried new things, most of the other guests stared at their stalls, their eyes filled with deep suspicion and distrust.

Although the Demon Capital didn't discriminate against humans, didn't discriminate against dwarves, and didn't even discriminate against elves... but that didn't mean they didn't discriminate against the undead.

That was the bottom of the bottom, even lower than goblins.

Except for the necromancers who actively embraced the power of the netherworld, most were a group of guys that even the Demon God didn't accept, and they must be bad things who sold their souls to Saint Xisi.

"Your food... won't have any problems, right?" a Hell Dwarf asked with a frown.

"You undead, why did you suddenly want to sell food?" a goblin narrowed his eyes, vigilantly scanning the food on the stall, "It wouldn't be soup boiled from your own bones, right?"

【Gluttonous Sword God】's hand paused, and then he bluffed without blushing or heartbeat.

"No, nonsense! We have pig bones on us, the fresh kind."

Good guy!

He didn't deny that it was on himself!

Half of the surrounding guests left instantly.

【Gluttonous Sword God】, who realized he had made a slip of the tongue, wished he could slap himself.

The Hell Dwarf looked at him suspiciously, then stared at the pot of rolling broth, his nose moving, seemingly judging whether there were "undead" ingredients in the taste.

After a while, he nodded: "Pig bones, huh? Alright."

At least he didn't smell magic potion ingredients in it, so he shouldn't wake up tomorrow morning and become a servant of a necromancer.

【Gluttonous Sword God】 breathed a sigh of relief, wiping cold sweat silently in his heart. Although he felt inexplicable, it seemed he had passed this hurdle.

However, just when he thought so, the remaining goblins revealed expressions of regret, shaking their heads and leaving.

"If only it were human bones."

"Sigh, boring!"

"White expectation."

【Graveyard Chef God】's mouth twitched, forcing himself not to complain. He turned his head and looked at 【Ashes Descending】, finding that the other party's expression was already subtle to the extreme.

Alright. The customer is the Demon God.

They recited in their hearts, deciding to pretend they didn't hear that bizarre statement.

Although the process was not perfect, they finally made these "hard-to-serve Demon God Majesties" let down their guard, no longer discriminating against the gourmet food they made just because they were undead, but seriously examining their works themselves.

The steaming broth rolled in the big pot, the mellow meat aroma mixed with the delicate soup base, emitting a mouth-watering aroma.

【Gluttonous Sword God】 stood behind the stall, confidently picking up a handful of hand-pulled noodles with long chopsticks, gently putting them into the bowl, and then using a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of broth boiled for twelve hours, slowly pouring it into the bowl.

The rich soup base wrapped around the noodles, and with a gentle shake, it shimmered with a soft golden luster, making one's index finger move.

He accurately sprinkled the prepared green grass into the bowl, and finally placed two thin slices of beef on the noodles. A bowl of authentic Northwest ramen with Hell flavor was finally completed!

"Your noodles are ready!"

【Gluttonous Sword God】, who had accomplished his task, smiled and served the noodles, then stood by happily, appreciating the customer's reaction.

!

The Hell Dwarf sitting at the table leaned close to the bowl and sniffed, his frowned brows relaxed, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"Smells pretty good!"

After saying that, he picked up the fork on the side, poked it in and turned it twice, picked up a lump of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth, his beard twitching for a while, and his two eyes, which were tired from work, suddenly widened into copper bells.

"How is it?!" 【Gluttonous Sword God】 stared at him with expectation, his hand on the table almost reaching into the bowl, "Is it top-notch?!"

"This... what the fuck is this?!" The dwarf coughed, almost spraying out what was in his mouth.

【Gluttonous Sword God】 was stunned.

He had expected to receive praise from the client, but didn't expect to wait for a blow to the head.

【Graveyard Chef God】 on the side almost couldn't hold back his laughter, looking at the Sword God with mockery, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

It was a pity that skeletons didn't have blood vessels, otherwise that face would definitely have turned into a pig's liver color.

"Wh, what do you mean by what the fuck is this?! Do you understand..." Sword God roared angrily.

"You call this bowl of snot porridge noodles?! It's simply fraud!" The Hell Dwarf was even angrier than him, slamming the fork in his hand, the splashed noodles almost hanging on his ribs.

【Gluttonous Sword God】 broke his defense.

"Then what the fuck do you call noodles?!"

The Hell Dwarf smiled coldly.

"At least the kind that is crunchy when you slurp it!"

【Graveyard Chef God】 couldn't laugh anymore, and 【Gluttonous Sword God】 almost sprayed out a mouthful of brain marrow.

"Holy shit! You go slurp your magma!"

He had expected the other party to break his defense, but didn't expect the other party to smile proudly.

"My grandfather's grandfather really had that ability! A real Hell Dwarf has to eat something thick and hard!"

After saying that, he left proudly.

The goblins nearby swarmed up, chattering and finishing the remaining bowl of "snot porridge," and after drinking, they smacked their lips and commented.

"Where's the meat, why only two slices?"

"This merchant is too stingy!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"The taste is so bland, are you reluctant to put salt in it?!"

"We goblins will never pay for unscrupulous merchants!"

"That's right! Serve another bowl! Hurry up!"

【Gluttonous Sword God】 silently pulled out the knife on the stall, scaring 【Ashes Descending】, who hadn't opened for business yet, to hurriedly pounce and hug his leg, begging for mercy for the NPCs.

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

"Let go! Let go!" 【Gluttonous Sword God】 shouted with grief and indignation, "I'll kill him first! Then go kill the dog planner! Ahhh!!!"

He looked like he was crazy.

This game had been open for so long, the location of the server had almost become a treasure in the depths of the Pacific Ocean, and no one knew where the dog planner was hiding on Earth.

Seeing this undead go crazy, the goblins gathered around were scared away in a swarm, and the originally deserted stall became even more empty.

【Graveyard Chef God】 silently pretended not to know that madman, continuing to barbecue with a full face of smiles, but never mentioned Northwest again, silently changing the sign to Southwest.

Skewers of carefully marinated meat were neatly placed on the charcoal fire, the hot flames licked the meat, instantly showing a rich charred aroma.

"Hehe... lamb skewers... delicious!"

That weird smile made people shudder, but the residents living in Hell were used to it. The points deducted in Beifeng City were the ones that no one cared about here.

Smelling the alluring aroma, the Hell Dwarf slapped down a banknote and took the meat skewer, took a bite, and a look of satisfaction flashed on his face, but it didn't take long for his brows to wrinkle again.

"This meat skewer... why is it so small?!"

He thought the skewer could be eaten, but it ended up piercing his lip.

【Graveyard Chef God】 was stunned.

"Small? Ah this... but... barbecue just looks like this!"

Beifeng City sold it like this, including ramen, and he hadn't seen the Hell Dwarves of Disaster Castle being picky, instead eating human food with relish and taking pride in it.

It was also the Demon King's territory, and even the same species, how did it become another ghost appearance after crossing a sea?

These guys were probably sent by friendly merchants to smash the field!

But 【Graveyard Chef God】 glanced at this guy's attire, and it didn't look like it; this was clearly a craftsman working in the factory next door, and one who had just finished overtime.

The dwarf bit down hard twice more, frowning.

"It's gone in a few bites! Are you here to stuff my teeth? One bite and it's all stuck in my teeth!"

【Graveyard Chef God】: "..."

The goblins on the side booed excitedly.

"Unscrupulous merchant!"

"Smash his stall!"

"Awoooo!"

They didn't really do it, but they were clearly inciting the not-so-smart guys in the goblin group to come forward, and then conveniently grabbing something.

Fortunately, the not-so-smart guys had been cleaned up in the previous rounds of cleaning, and most of the goblins left were cunning and treacherous, which lowered the difficulty of the players' operation.

【Gluttonous Sword God】, who had closed his stall, had already calmed down, crossing his arms and speaking sarcastically: "Why don't you fill your teeth first?"

The Hell Dwarf glared at him, but considering he was an undead, he would be the one to suffer no matter how he touched him, so he didn't bother with him in the end and left after eating.

Like the goblins, the Hell Dwarves had also been disciplined, and those who stayed were basically honest and simple, relatively less hot-tempered among a group of hot-tempered people, but they still silently voted with their feet.

Hearing those goblins shouting that it was too expensive, and the Hell Dwarves feeling that the meat skewers were too small and not satisfying, 【Graveyard Chef God】 hurriedly remedied it, immediately launching two new choices—"Big Skewers" and "Small Skewers."

The meat amount of the Big Skewers doubled, and the price also increased by one time. The Small Skewers remained the standard portion, satisfying the goblins whose appetite was not that big.

However, a weird thing happened. The Hell Dwarves were very satisfied with the Big Skewers, and after tasting them, they were full of praise.

"This portion is just right, pairing with strong liquor—pah, meat broth is just right!"

"Indeed, indeed! The taste of strong—meat broth is really good! It has to be paired with this kind of big skewer!"

But looking at the goblins, after seeing that there were big meat skewers, the small meat skewers were simply not bought by anyone.

These guys were not only greedy for cheapness, but also loved face; if there were big ones, they would never buy small ones.

【Graveyard Chef God】 suddenly understood the wonderful stewed soup that was popular on the street.

In addition to that unique flavor, I'm afraid there was a deeper philosophy and way of life contained in it—

A bowl of Goblin Wonderful Soup could make other goblins not see the price and eat with relish, and while filling their stomachs, it could also allow them to maintain that fragile face.

I'm afraid there was only one way to cure the dark cuisine of Black Wind Castle, and that was to make the goblins of Black Wind Castle rich.

However, the contradiction was that the resources of Hell were extremely limited. If the goblins' lives became affluent, the high-level demons might not be affected, but the lives of the Hell Dwarves would definitely become uncomfortable.

Hell Dwarves were uncomfortable, Demon-men were uncomfortable, and then it was the ordinary demons served by Demon-men.

Finally, this chain would be transmitted to the high-level demons, and the only way to avoid this situation was to keep most goblins poor, make their time worthless, and the things they produced worthless, so that the Hell Dwarves could also accept lower wages and produce cheap and easy-to-use things to satisfy the consumption of Demon-men, while Demon-men served ordinary demons... finally forming a huge closed loop.

This was a big game of chess, and even the defeat at Port Sardo and the plague in Black Wind Castle were just ripples on the chessboard.

【Graveyard Chef God】 was shocked.

The setting he thought was inconspicuous was actually linked together.

Is this game too fucking realistic?!

People think about philosophy when they are bored, and he who couldn't wait for guests belonged to this category.

After a whole day, 【Gluttonous Sword God】 lost his pants, 【Graveyard Chef God】 lost a little but not much, and the biggest winner was 【Ashes Descending】 who didn't move at all.

This guy was cunning enough.

Everyone agreed to start a business together, but he didn't move, just watching his brothers act as cannon fodder to test mistakes.

【Graveyard Chef God】 actually still held a fluke.

After all, his loss mainly came from making too many small skewers, which were wasted because they couldn't be sold in the end.

Adjust the marketing strategy tomorrow and only do business with Hell Dwarves, it was not impossible to earn back the lost money.

So on the evening of the next day, he pulled 【Gluttonous Sword God】 who had lost miserably to sell barbecue, but as soon as he pushed the cart to the market, he was stunned—

There were more than a dozen barbecue stalls in the market!

Those foreign goblin merchants frantically killed into every track they thought could make money, just to occupy a small piece of cheese crumbs in the territory of the respected Councilor Luo Yan.

Not only that.

The nearby taverns quickly discovered business opportunities, quickly gathered several low-level Flame Demons as barbecue masters, and launched a "Hell Dwarf Barbecue" menu!

They claimed that the Flame Demon masters had more firepower, more meat, and more affordable prices, instantly snatching away more than half of the customers!

Originally, those dwarves bought barbecue and went there to drink, but now they even saved the detour.

【Graveyard Chef God】 looked at the deserted stall, clutching his chest, almost disintegrated by anger.

"These copycat dogs! No martial virtue ahhh!!"

【Ashes Descending】, who was still not moving today, couldn't help laughing on the side.

"Market research wasn't done, just blindly doing it, according to your way of playing, even the Demon King would go bankrupt!"

In the final analysis, the technical content of barbecue was too low. Didn't Sword Brother's ramen not be copied?

【Gluttonous Sword God】 sighed, already desperate.

"Anyway, the only thing worth praising is that I finally found a little clue. And..."

He paused and looked at the market full of smoke and fire, his voice adding a hint of relief.

"Just treat it as promoting the specialties of the Great Northwest."

Of course.

This refers to the west of the Huang Tong Pass and the north of the Whirlpool Sea.

Looking at the cool-talking Ashes, 【Graveyard Chef God】 said angrily: "You do it!"

【Ashes Descending】 laughed, confidently touching his chin, and a pair of soul fires in his skull lit up into soul rings.

"It's time for me to show you guys a hand!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 266 =====