A steady stream of sea monster fat rests on the cocoon, is quickly melted, and then absorbed. Three fingers thick of fat is absorbed in just a few dozen seconds.
Isn’t it a lack of calories? Fat and oil are high in calories. Whatever meat you eat, drink oil.
As for the sea monster's meat, it is being continuously poured into the huge stone pot, boiling violently, and the aroma of the meat is spreading, making people who smell it can't help but swallow it.
These days, even the landowners and nobles cannot often eat meat. On the contrary, adventurers have more opportunities to eat meat because they travel around all year round.
However, it is rare to have the opportunity to taste sea monster meat.
Vanya took out a sack, put it into the bowl, spooned a bowl of salt, and poured it all into the stone pot in one breath. At this time, even the adventurers couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
The sea in the Danhai plane is fresh water. There is no shortage of fish, but there is a shortage of salt. Some adventurers have been here for several years, eating fish every day, and their mouths have long faded out. Now that they see so much salt, they can’t wait to pounce on it.
Take a few bites.
Vanya tasted the saltiness and thought it was OK, so she took out several other sacks and spooned out some spices.
There was some commotion among the onlookers, and some couldn't help but ask: "This...isn't this an execution meal? It's spiced?"
On the main plane, spices are also extremely precious things, more precious than gold. Even nobles cannot eat spices every day. This has led to the development of a kind of dinner called the spice banquet, where a bunch of rich and powerful people wear bright and colorful clothes.
Costumes, gathering together for spices…
The people present were all poor adventurers, so how could they have the qualifications to eat spices? Could it be that it was an execution meal that would be beheaded after just one meal?
Everyone was so frightened by their own guesses that they urinated urgently. Who would have thought that this was just a casual comment from Vanya, and Ange planted some for her casually, and she used it casually.
The silver coins collected more than a thousand kinds of crop seeds for Ange, and the elves also collected more than 10,000 kinds. Everyone should understand the pain of having too many toys on hand and not knowing which ones to play with, right?
So Ange casually asked everyone what crops they thought of, and only Varigu, Sawa and Vanya raised their hands.
Warigu asked for several kinds of wood, saying that they would be used to make structures. Ange placed the sacred wood, world tree and bamboo in front of him, and he immediately changed his words: "No, no, no, these woods can be used even if they are reluctant."
of."
Sawa is a pharmacist and needs medicinal materials, and there are many kinds of them. Ange doesn't want to bother, so she only grows the rare ones and lets her buy the others herself. Anyway, she has a budget every quarter.
Warnia also reported several spices. Although there are many types of spices, there is no way that Warnia has only seen a few commonly used ones. Even if others were given to her, she would not use them.
But there are a few commonly used ones that are good. Add some cumin to the barbecue, add some cinnamon and star anise to the soup. What Vanya cooks can kill 99% of all cooks in an instant. Finally,
She can be regarded as a real cook instead of a tauren warrior.
A bunch of adventurers and harvest believers licked the broth and roasted meat clean. After learning that it was not an execution meal, but a routine operation of Vanya, Vanya immediately became the fresh sea plane, except for the harvest goddess Lisa.
The most popular person outside.
After all, those who kill people are those who don’t care about their popularity...
Those responsible for killing people were surrounding the cocoon at the moment, watching it absorb the sea monster's fat. Everyone could feel the joyful message radiating from it, which was quite similar to that of a sapling.
Ange simply turned the sapling out and put it on his head, and then let it wave its leaves there: use force--long--
The breath of the cocoon does rise much faster.
After absorbing two to three tons of meat fat, the cocoon cracked open, revealing a chubby... pony.
It really looks like a pony, except that the face and neck are not as long, the limbs are not hoofed, there is a pair of small wings on the back, and there are fine scales on the body, it is almost the same as a horse.
Everyone immediately turned their attention to Lightning.
Lightning, who was looking at the pony curiously, saw everyone turning to look at it, and couldn't help being stunned: "What are you looking at me for?"
After saying this, it realized something and quickly defended: "No, I didn't. Don't accuse me wrongly. I didn't do anything."
Everyone thought it was impossible, so they turned around and continued to observe. Lisa said: "The scales on this body look a bit like dragon scales."
Everyone looked at Nigris again.
Nigris was very calm: "I am a death dragon."
That's right, the dead dragon can't kill anything. Everyone turned their heads and continued to observe. The pony also stared at everyone with its big round eyes, curiously looking at everyone. After a few glances, its attention came to the cracked cocoon.
on the shell.
He opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of tiny fangs, and bit down on the cocoon shell, easily crushing the cocoon shell and swallowing it.
"Many oviparous animals have the habit of eating their own eggshells. Is it considered oviparous now? Don't you think it is an insect god?" Sava curiously leaned her head over and poked the cocoon shell.
With such a big head stretched out, the chubby insect god was naturally rude. He opened his mouth wide and was about to bite it. With his mouth full of tiny teeth, if he was bitten, Sawa didn't have to think about fighting back and could be reincarnated into a headless form.
Zombies are pretty good.
As Ange thought, the chubby insect god suddenly froze, his big round eyes showing panic, and he found that his mouth could not be closed.
What should I do? The insect god panicked and held his mouth with his front paws, trying to close it, but no matter how hard he tried, his claws could not reach his chin. It was not until Ange released his soul control that he could
Shut your mouth.
The Insect God obviously knew how powerful it was, so he lay down obediently, looked around carefully with his eyes, and finally landed on Ange. He instinctively showed a flattering expression. Apparently, he had discovered who was using his soul on it.
control.
Ange looked at it, well-behaved, Ange looked at it, well-behaved, Ange looked at it, the insect god finally lowered his head, not daring to look at Ange anymore.
Ange then waved his hand to signal it to continue eating.
The Insect God gnawed on the cocoon shell, and it was Nigris' turn to play. He flew in front of the Insect God and asked tentatively: "Do you still remember who you are?"
The insect god held a cocoon shell in his mouth and looked at Negris blankly.
"Do you remember your name?" Nigris probed again.
The insect god shook his head and lay back in the cocoon shell to chew on it.
Negris put his little paw behind his back, gestured to Ange, and then said to the insect god: "Your name is Hemel."
The insect god raised his head, holding the cocoon shell in his mouth, his eyes blank.
"Your name is Hemel, and Hemel is you. Do you remember it? From now on, when someone calls him Hemel, he will be calling you." Nigris repeated its name three times in one breath.
The insect god nodded blankly, and then buried his head in the cocoon shell again. For it now, nothing is more important than eating.
Nigris flew back and asked Ange quietly: "How was it? When I called its name just now, did its soul fluctuate?"
Ange shook his head.
"It seems that it has really lost its previous memory, or that it is already a new soul." Negris concluded.
Ange has soul control over it, so even the slightest fluctuation of the soul cannot be hidden from Ange. The Insect God has no reaction at all to the name Hemel. The most likely thing is that it does not remember the name at all.
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"But this is a god. Is it so easy to lose memory? Isn't it said that gods are difficult to kill? If the memory cannot be preserved, can it be said to be difficult to kill?" Lisa came over, suspicious.
Asked.
Negris explained: "The meaning of a god being difficult to kill means that if it has a large number of believers, devout believers, and immortal beliefs, even if it dies, as long as the believers are not dead, it will
It can rekindle the divine fire, so the gods are difficult to kill."
"But whether the one who rekindled the divine fire is the original god is debatable. This is a bit like you lich. In theory, lich has a phylactery and can be reborn repeatedly, but those who can't create phylacteries
What about the lich? Will he die if his soul dissipates?"
"The same goes for gods. They have many ways to retain their memories. They can seal, engrave, and reincarnate. But if you don't know these techniques, when the godhead is shattered and the rekindled divine fire loses its memory, it will still be an insect god, but
Is it still Hemel?"
"Don't forget, this Hemel was originally just a farmer. By chance, he became the insect god by breeding insects. In terms of skills, he may not be as skilled as you."
Lisa suddenly understood and admired: "Master Naige, you know so much."
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Nigris waved his hands indifferently, trying hard to control his little tail from raising up: "You need to learn more theoretical knowledge in this area. With the 100,000 followers of the Harvest Goddess, we can give it a try.
Can you steal the faith of the Harvest Goddess and make you a false god?"
"Is this... so exciting? I... I'm a little scared." Lisa, who has lived for thousands of years and has seen big scenes, couldn't help but feel a little panicked, and her legs felt a little weak.
Becoming a god? Even if she is a false god, this is something she has never thought about in her life.
"What are you afraid of? Even if you are a god, you are just Ange's subordinate god. The benefits belong to him. The most you can do is borrow his strength." Nigris said angrily.
It is now a slave god, and all its benefits belong to Ange. It only has pots.
"Huh, that's good, that's good, this is good, this is good, listen to my master." Lisa let out a long breath, and the pressure on her body disappeared instantly, her waist was no longer sore, and her legs were no longer weak.
Hey, with my master's help, Lisa is familiar with her, and when you meet a generous master like Ange, there is nothing wrong with being a slave, and you don't have to bear the pressure.
To be continued...