“You, the immortal king, are barbecuing in the square of the Elders’ Temple and no one can tell you what’s wrong.

Come on, drink!

We guys can’t get drunk anyway!”

As he spoke, Korik directly raised the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

A lot of things have been solved, so it doesn't matter if you relax a little.

Barbarians are not afraid of surprise attacks either!

They have long been accustomed to fighting starting at any time, and are also used to sleeping directly on the spot after the fighting is over.

Fighting is their life.

The savages have long been accustomed to it.

"If you were alive, I would definitely strangle you to death!"

Bulcaisel said this.

But Korik is dead long ago, and this kind of thing will never happen again.

"I just thought I saw that guy from Warusk was missing his front teeth. When he was eating meat, he had to use his cheeks to chew on it.

That look made me laugh to death!

I have to say you did a great job Bulkesso!"

Talik held up the cow leg in his hand and laughed.

As for whether Volusk will cause trouble for him?

Just look for it, Talik has nothing to be afraid of.

"Go!"

Bulqueso said as he took off another leg of beef from the grill and took a big bite.

"I remember I brought back some seasonings or something? Why not put some in?"

Bulqueso asked after taking a bite of the roasted meat that contained only salt.

"Who can use the little seasoning you brought? It was used up within a few days of you bringing it back.

You have forgotten that the first generation of ancestors scattered a lot of life, and we guys can have entities without the energy of the holy mountain."

Kolik said.

"..."

Bulquesso had nothing to say and could only take another bite of the beef leg.

Barbecued meat with just salt also tastes pretty good.

This is how savages ate before there were those modern seasonings.

But the Bulcasso who used to be okay with just eating black bread is gone.
Chapter completed!