Chapter 919 Gretel: Did you tell me that this guy is a cub?
Valensimo immediately raised his head.
This 12th-level samurai seems to be cooking and introducing dishes all the time.
But while he was carving the venison, cleaning the pheasant, turning the steaks, and listening to the crackle of the pans and stone slabs, he also strained his ears to listen to the sounds around the camp.
According to his memory, there were no tribes or fixed trade routes nearby.
It's winter now, and people who are still running in the wilderness on the snow are either people like them who are really in trouble, or...
In short, it is always right to stay vigilant in the wild no matter what.
Being vigilant, he did not speak directly, but quickly looked around the camp. The Silver Moon Deer scratched its hooves, raised its head slightly, and continued to stare at the steak on the fire;
Bernard silently tightened his grip on the big bone club;
Cerela's fingertips flashed fluorescent light, and two points of light floated out silently, falling on the barbarian and Silver Moon Deer;
Grete, who was sitting far away under the big tree, seemed to have finally ended his meditation and stood up holding the black cat.
Valensimo looked at it carefully and found that the boss' eyebrows were stretched and his steps were calm. When he looked across, he didn't seem to have any surprise. He lowered his head and continued cooking, sighing in his heart:
Natural pastor...
Being in the wilderness and the forest was such an advantage. Before those few people spoke, or even before he heard someone coming, he must have been warned by nature, right?
Grete had indeed known it for a long time. Not only did he know it, he also knew that there was only a solitary person opposite. He was not very old, and the big tree he was leaning on told him that he was "still a cub"...
Then, Grete looked at the aboriginal man walking out of the woods, stepping on the snow, and was in a rare daze.
The man was tall. Gretel was probably half a head taller than himself. Of course, he was still shorter than Bernard.
However, his body is not that strong, his shoulders are broad, his back is not thick, and his upper lip is covered with a thin layer of down. The upper arms exposed outside the leather robe are bulging, but the wrists are still a bit slender.
The smile is bright and sunny, the cheeks are round, and there is a little baby fat...
Grete immediately wanted to go back and shake the tree behind him. Is this a cub? That’s it? That’s it?
The indigenous "cub", to be precise, a man who had just passed the boyhood stage and reached the youth stage and had not had time to become strong, smiled and waved his left hand at them.
He raised his right hand slightly and showed off the half-sized wild deer that he had dragged over and had expired. The pattern on the fur, if Grete remembered correctly, was a guaranteed level 5 monster:
"The food you make tastes so delicious! Can we eat it together?"
Grete looked at him intently. This indigenous young man looked only 16, no, 15, maybe 14 years old.
He wasn't very good at judging the age of the New World natives. Maybe he could make a more accurate judgment by taking an X-ray and looking at the epiphyseal lines?
However, when he walked over, he did not deliberately conceal his steps. The bow and arrows and ax on his back, and the long knife on his waist, were not deliberately adjusted when he got closer, so as to move them to the most convenient position for shooting.
Coupled with the gesture of stretching out both arms widely and extending the palms forward, no matter how you look at it, it is full of kindness.
"This man is not as strong as me, boss." Bernard reported quietly in the telepathic connection. Gretel glanced at Barensimo again, and when he saw him nodding slightly, he spread his arms towards the visitor, with his palms facing forward:
"Of course, please come with me, sir. My name is Gretel, and these are my companions. Sir, may I ask?"
"Ah, my name is Raton, I come from Patuxit, and I'm here to conduct my adult trial." The visitor answered cheerfully, pointing to the bow and arrow, waist knife and ax on his body:
"You are only allowed to bring these three things, and you have to live alone in the wilderness for a whole winter! Although you don't have to worry about hunger, and you can build a house by yourself so that you won't get cold, but eating game every day is too boring!"
"Those are the Sons of Dawn, the largest tribe on the mountain. Boss, treat them with care." Valensimo warned in a low voice through the psychic connection.
Ladon took another deep breath. He spread his arms and raised his chest as high as possible, as if he wanted to inhale all the aroma of oil smoke into his lungs:
"Pepper! Cinnamon! Mulberry! Sage! Your cooking is so fragrant! Sorry, I just can't bear it anymore. Can I have a meal? I can give you half a deer!"
Gretel smiled. He pointed forward slightly, and a lump appeared on the ground next to the campfire. It was neither high nor low, just enough for people to sit comfortably in front of the campfire. Raton tossed the wild deer casually,
He took out a birch bark bowl from his backpack, grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it:
"Ah, I haven't eaten anything with spices for a long time! I originally wanted to catch some game and go to the nearby tribes to exchange for some, but they are all gone!"
"there is none left?!"
Grete's face immediately became serious. He cut a piece of steak, moved it to Raton's birch bark bowl with the hand of the mage, and leaned forward:
"We have just arrived in the New World and are about to cross the mountains and head west. My friend, can you tell me later what happened in the New World in the past two years?"
"Of course!" Raton used a croissant dagger as a fork, forked the steak, and ate until his mouth was full of oil:
"But I used to live in the mountains, so I don't know much about things around here. Anyway, I'll try my best to tell you..."
Accompanied by the toasted white bread, the hot stewed meat and tubers, the sweet and sour venison steak, and the soft and fragrant pheasant buried in the soil beside the fire, Gretel heard a long story.
.
And he finally knew what happened on this continent when the Year Without Summer came.
In order to feed as many people as possible, the Congress moved about 200,000 people to settlements in the New World. And these 200,000 people wanted to survive the Year Without Summer and the spring famine the year after the Year Without Summer,
Enough food needs to be stored.
The method adopted by the council is to send knights, mages, and all warriors into the wilderness to hunt as many prey as possible. Then, it mobilizes the people in the settlement to use all methods to store this food.
"I have never seen such a cold summer... Last summer, there was a snowstorm overnight, and all the rivers and streams froze..." Speaking of the summer-less year that just passed, Laton shivered subconsciously.
:
"Our round house was covered with chestnut bark in summer. There was no time to replace the roof, and it was crushed right away... During that time, many people in the tribe fell ill..."
Gretel's face was heavy. Laton rubbed his arms and his face became even darker:
"Nothing can grow in the fields. We who live in the mountains are okay, some prey will not move away, but the tribes in the east...the bison and wild deer were either killed last year, or they went south
, haven’t come back yet…”
"The Great Famine."
Grete said softly. Now it seems that the parliament took care of its own people, but did not care about the life and death of the natives.
Or, hunting animals on a large scale in advance will make it extremely difficult for these natives to rely on hunting to fill their stomachs when famine strikes.
"Only the newcomers have food. Only they have food." Laton muttered gloomily:
"Some tribes tried to rob their towns and were killed or sold into slavery. Some tribes signed contracts with them and received enough food. As long as they worked for them, they all moved there.
Being told to work..."
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