"Come on, eat a slice of grilled heart."

Dagon endured his sleepiness and worked for another two hours, and finally placed a new shack in another tunnel. The meat bundle of antiseptic powder was hung on the stalactites on the high place, and a ball of peat and grease ignited in the corner of the wall. Cut the blood and rinse it clean. The heart of the trumpet lizard was cut into thin slices by Dagon, and roasted completely on the fire, and even a little burnt. Only in this way can the toxins in the food be removed and the possible pollution of monster aura can be cleaned.

The life of a hunter is not only a hard search, patient waiting, fierce and dangerous battle, but also a joy of harvest and a joy of sharing. Every time after successfully capturing prey, if you still have the leisure to slowly taste the taste of harvest, it is always a rare relaxation and enjoyment.

Star Helmet also made efforts, it brought a piece of roasted meat slices. Dagon used a broad sword to carefully cut it into small meat strips, and then cut it horizontally into about one-third of the size of a fingernail, which was convenient for the bear lizard to swallow. When Dagon was processing food, Star Helmet crawled out of the beard nest, staring at it patiently and eagerly, saliva ticked from the corner of his mouth to Dagon's shoulder. When Dagon said "eat", Star Helmet shot out his tongue, like a big frog, pulling a meat grain from afar and stuffing it into his mouth, then chewing it with his chin.

"You look at the wind later, I have to sleep." Dagong touched Xingxiu's head and said yawning: "High up your ears and listen carefully, and wake me up whenever there is any movement. I will deal with a few mouthfuls first, and I can't catch up with my sleep even if I'm hungry..."

Before going to bed, he put a pile of roasted meat slices on the side and stuffed a few pieces into his mouth. Before he could swallow the meat strips in his mouth, he fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I don’t know how long it took. Dagon’s teeth were still stuffed with flesh and blood, leaning against the wall to sleep, causing his neck to be a little sore. After looking around, the star helmet sucked on the rock above his head, with a few drops of dew hanging on his body, staring at his big eyes and keeping his alert.

What a good friend. Dagon raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Xingheo shot out his tongue and stuck to his hand, then pulled himself over. He crawled along his arm to his shoulders, and now he was rubbing off his beard. Then he crawled in and started sleeping warmly against Dagon's neck. The peat had been wiped out, and the minced meat was eaten, leaving only the roasted meat slices.

"I successfully slept in the wild for another day." Dagon began to clean up the camp, sort out the things, pick up the crossbows and pack them, then pick up the teeth and practice martial arts and mana. This is the case with his hunter life every day, and time becomes very compact in consciousness.

After a while, Doma returned on a dragon and was stopped by Dagon halfway. After briefly explaining the story of the big trumpet lizard, Dagon said helplessly: "The trap of crab fishing for a hole has expired. Those guys ran out and dragged the lizard's wreckage away, and were having a meal. Star Helmet sneaked over and looked at it, and there were more gatherings than its fingers."

"More than twenty-four people gather together? That won't be able to deal with it." Doma said: "How many more can we kill in the cave? How many of them can we eliminate?"

"We went back and forth eight times this time, and each time there were three to four. Add the last month's one, about..." Dagon scratched his head: "There are still thirty to forty left. In other words, it is basically all of them who came out for dinner."

"Do we want to try it?" asked Doma.

"No, it's too difficult and too dangerous, unless you are willing to sacrifice Junlong as bait." Dargon shook his head firmly and said, "The hunting point of the crab cave is basically over. Let's go back and find some hunters, gather people to help them completely flatten it. Although the crab meat is delicious, the crab fishing is a carnivorous ambush creature, and there is still a threat."

"Okay, there are thirty or forty more crabs in the hole to catch crabs." Doma slapped his hands and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. The emergency mission of the Hunting Union requires that each person increase its share of 500 kilograms in addition to the previous routine tasks."

"Why? This time I came out and asked each person to eat 2,000 kilograms of meat. This is already a hunting pressure that is close to the highest record. If it weren't for this crab nest, we two wouldn't know how long it would take for us to find such a large weight. We will add another 500 kilograms. Why is this for?"

"The representatives of the Jiangu Clan Conference are coming, and the lord is ready to entertain them. You can't let the noble guests chew potato cakes, right?"

"Hmph, you should eat whatever you want. Aren't the people in the city gnawing potato cakes?"

"You are right. Maybe the representatives of the Jiangu Clan Conference have never eaten potato cakes and will find it very novel. Now many Jiangu people live on the ground, not like we have always lived underground." Doma said: "After the city lockdown is over, I must go to the ground to see what the sky looks like, what the sun looks like, and the clouds... I have never seen these."

"I haven't seen it either." Dagon scratched his beard, looked forward for a while, and then said, "Okay, you should hurry up and let Junlong carry everything. Let's send the lizard meat back, and then bring people here to clean the hole and catch crabs. If you have good luck, not only can we exceed the task, but we can also help others complete the task."

"Well, okay, let's go back now."

Since the city lockdown 60.5 years ago, Jian Gucheng has never received any foreign guests. For some young Jian Gu people, this means that they have never seen anyone outside. Antoine Neil mainly held a banquet in the castle, not to show off, but to test whether the city lockdown order is so prestigious. If the city lockdown order is unveiled in advance, who will agree and who will oppose it.

There are many people who oppose it, and there are generally two reasons: the city lockdown order and the representative status of the clan meeting is not enough. The clan meeting of the Jiangu people is a place for drinking and quarrels, and is not the ruling body of the Jiangu people. Only when the new election of the king is voted to decide, the clan meeting will concentrate on doing some serious work.

Since the Jiangu people's life span is more than 500 years, if they can use mana, they can almost prolong their lifespan to about 700 years old. Their personalities rarely change, so the elected king is rarely reselected by the clan meeting when they are healthy, which can ensure the consistency and continuity of the policy. The current elected king is only 380 years old and has a strong body, so the clan meeting has truly become an institution that needs but is not important. Therefore, the Neil family solemnly entertains representatives of the clan meeting, which is considered embarrassing by some residents.

Under the order of the lord, the brewery began to increase its output. A large amount of potato flour, starter and spice were put into the fermentation and distillation equipment, and the strong-tasting beer was produced. The servants were cleaning the castle, wiped the places where they could be wiped, and all the items that could be cleaned must be cleaned. The small treasure house of the Neil family was opened, and many decorations were put back to their original positions, and the entire castle must be renovated.

But of all preparations, the most important thing is food.

When Dagon returned home, there was no one at home and Kuku was not there. He first hid the bag hidden under the cloak in the kitchen - it contained processed lizard meat and crab meat, which he secretly brought back. Then Dagon asked the neighbors around him, and then he learned that his father had gone to the Lord's Mansion to train the guards for reception etiquette, and his mother was also in the Lord's Mansion to clean up and wash clothes there. They had not come back in the past two days and directly solved the problems of three meals and accommodation in the castle.

"When will the reception be held?" Dagon asked.

"About a week, it is said that the representatives of the clan meeting have arrived outside the city, but they have not been allowed to come in yet." The neighbor shook his head and said, "It is said that there will be a lot of food at this banquet. I don't know how much it will be wasted by those representatives. It would be great if I could go and eat it. By the way, you can go to Dagon, right?"

"No one asked me to go." Dagon shrugged: "I have been hunting outside with the hunting team. This time the mission is under great pressure. I have been back more than a week later than expected. No, I don't know anything, so I'll ask you."

"Well...this is wrong! You have restored Neil's surname. Wouldn't you call you for a banquet at home? No, this one does not comply with the rules, I have to give my advice!"

"I came home as soon as I entered the city. I probably don't know about the lord. You might as well not give me any advice. I'll go to the lord's mansion to see them and ask about the situation."

"That's good," the neighbor waved his hand and said, "If you can attend the banquet, don't forget to bring some food back."

"I'll try my best." Dagon smiled and replied.

He did not go directly, but went home first to take off the hunter's armor shirt and change it back to his regular clothes. He could not carry the hunting axe to the lord's mansion, nor could he do it, so he had to put it down. The only thing he could bring was a table knife, that is, a cutting knife that could not exceed the length of his finger, and there could not be a blade at the tip.

While packing up, someone outside called him. A dwarf attendant from the Lord's Mansion sent him a message, asking Dagon to go to the Lord's Mansion immediately to prepare for the reception banquet to be held in four days.

"Have my parents...the Steel Cast couple invited to attend?" asked Dagon.

"As far as I know, the weapons master Mr. Thormond and Mrs. also have seats at the banquet. I believe they will be well cared for."

"Do I need to bring anything else?" asked Dagon, "What can I bring with me and what can't I bring?"

"As far as I know, there is nothing missing in the Lord's Mansion, and there is no requirement that nothing should be taken with you." The waiter said, "Mr. Neil, you are going home, you can bring whatever you want."

"Hehe..." Dagon smiled awkwardly. He didn't think he was going home. His home was right in front of him, hugging him around and above his head. The Lord's Mansion...at most it is a place to receive rations.

"Then I'll take my stuff, please wait for me a while." Dagon turned around and put on the armored shirt that Corona repaired for him, packed the Kuo-sword and hunting axe with him. The hunting union's things were not brought for the time being. These did not belong to him, but were actually just rented to him by the Hunter Union. Of course, he brought the bag of meat from the kitchen, and it would only cause waste if he kept it at home.
Chapter completed!