Chapter 263 Food Desert in Hell

At this moment, Luo Yan didn’t know that the small boat he threw into the vast ocean capsized and no one knew where it went.

Fortunately, his servant Lumir was smart enough and quickly convinced the skeptical Teach with the “whisper of the devil’s servant” and reached a deal with the latter.

Originally, Teach was not a person of pure faith, and in his eyes, the Demon King and the Demon God were close relatives, so it was not a bad idea to make a deal with the Demon King… Anyway, now they had nowhere else to go except to cooperate.

The undead shook hands with the pirates and decided to settle down on this beach first to confirm their position.

At the same time, Lumir arranged some of the zombies to explore the tropical rainforest in front of them, and some to guard the wreckage of the ship.

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

As long as we connect to the Demon Lord’s maze, everything will be easy!

The only problem now was that this teleportation array was too difficult to draw, and his notebook had been soaked in water, so for him with a low level of education, it was like climbing to heaven…

……

On the other hand, the reconstruction of Black Wind Castle has come to an end. With the lifting of martial law, the streets near the factory are extremely lively, not inferior to Beifeng City, which is far away near Leiming County.

After all, there are so many people here, and it would be hard for the country to fail to develop unless it is too capable.

Just as Luo Yan said, those goblin merchants don’t care about the demise of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce and the death of Grok at all. They will go wherever they can make money.

The lords here don’t love them?
joke.

Only people who lack love will spend all day worrying about whether others love them. They don’t even have a heart, so how can they care about that?

Next time when you choose a team, just open your eyes, or close your eyes and choose Baron Luo Yan. At least the guy who followed “that devil” last time had a pretty good ending. He eats very elegantly and takes good care of his feathers.

As for those who charged forward with Snick?

Of course it’s fine if you follow closely, but if you run too slowly or too fast, you’ll just have to take care of yourself.

In short, most of the residents of Black Wind Castle were very satisfied with the final result. The goblins moved into a new community, which not only had water pipes, but also had other goblins take care of their garbage.

As for the Hell Dwarves, although it was a bit bad that they could not drink expensive liquor, the Lord’s Mansion turned a blind eye and allowed the tavern to mix strong liquor into the broth – it was not wine, but a condiment to remove the fishy smell, it was just sprinkled too much, so it was a compromise after all.

There are always more solutions to a problem than problems.

Just as Luo Yan expected, his back garden gave birth to a new order after experiencing two prairie fires.

However, it’s not all perfect, especially for young players in the cemetery.

They could tolerate the goblins’ stinky smell and their casual attitude towards life, but they could not stand the hellish “hell cuisine”.

The market near the industrial area is filled with a strong smell of charcoal.

At the Hell Dwarfs’ strong liquor barbecue stall, the sturdy dwarves used huge iron hooks to flip over the charred unknown meat, shouting loudly while pouring strong liquor on the charcoal fire. The flames rose instantly, and the air was mixed with the aroma of roasting and the pungent smell of alcohol.

Although the origin of the meat was full of suspicion, it was actually not a big deal. After all, not everyone could sit in the cafeteria of the Demon King Academy and enjoy Minotaur steak. The residents at the bottom of hell had long been accustomed to not asking about the source of the meat, so as not to remind them of their neighbors.

Players can accept the flavor of the hell dwarves, but the goblins are a little unbearable for them.

The stalls where those guys sell “junk food” are so diverse that it would be an exaggeration to call it food.

They mixed all kinds of seemingly incomprehensible ingredients together in a disorderly manner, threw them into the soup pot, and then sprinkled on a handful of magical ingredients… or the mud they had just rubbed off their bodies, and finally served out plates of colorful and smelly specialties, which really shocked the eyes of countless players.

“Goblin’s secret recipe for rat stew! Only available here, if you miss it you’ll have to wait until next year!”

A goblin wearing a khaki was holding a bowl of mysterious items that would need to be censored in other games, and he was shouting with pride.

Although he said so, he said the same thing yesterday. I think he will continue to torture the ordinary residents of Black Wind Castle as usual tomorrow…if there are ordinary residents here.

A dwarf from hell next to him was biting open the cork of a beer bottle with his teeth. He poured a big sip into his mouth and curled his lips in disdain.

“Bah! Is there anyone who eats this kind of shit?”

“What do you know? Our goblin food emphasizes innovation and cost-effectiveness. We are nothing like you who only know how to pair barbecue with horse urine every day, leaving your mouth full of the taste of ash.” The goblin retorted unconvinced.

The little devil player passing by had his eyes lit up and handed over a nearly finished cigarette.

“Brother, I have a cigarette butt here, it’s free, do you want it?”

The goblin probably didn’t understand his language, but he understood his gestures. He smiled happily and grabbed it and threw it into the pot.

tobacco?

That stuff isn’t cheap for goblins!

“At least we eat normal food,” the Hell Dwarf sneered at the cigarette butts floating in the pot and retorted, “Unlike you, who serve those messy things that insult the air of Hell!”

The goblin didn’t waste time talking to him and directly greeted his mother.

“%￥#@!”

Ever since Boss Snik led them to become powerful, the goblins of Black Wind Castle have increasingly ignored the Hell Dwarves. The only one who can make them afraid is the foreman in the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory – when the servants of the lord’s mansion are on patrol.

The market was noisy and filled with smoke, like a chaotic battlefield burning with flames, but it also had a bit of the atmosphere of fireworks that was rare before.

Goblins and hell dwarves actually live together peacefully, which can be regarded as one of the achievements of the Demon Lord.

Until Luo Yan came here, they had no contact with each other, as if they were living in two parallel worlds.

However, not everyone is happy with the mess.

For example, the little players from the cemetery.

Amid the hustle and bustle, three skinny figures stood at the edge of the market, looking at the scene in front of them and staring at each other in bewilderment.

“You call this a fucking delicacy? You call this a fucking food?” [Greedy Sword God] looked at a goblin with disgust as he put something into his mouth, chewed it vigorously twice, and then revealed a weird expression of satisfaction.

“I saw… cockroach legs.” The voice of [Graveyard Kitchen God] trembled a little. He didn’t even dare to look down, for fear that he would see more “truths”.

[Bone Ashes Descending to Earth] was silent for a while, then spoke faintly: “It seems that what was said on the forum is true… This place is indeed a food desert, and the culture of our Great Cemetery has not yet spread here.”

The three of them sighed at the same time and revealed the same complicated expressions.

As undead players, they did not need to eat, but the scene before them still caused a strong shock to their souls.

In the Demon King’s territory, I can’t even get a normal meal?
As the Demon King’s most loyal father, how could they tolerate such a thing?

“Damn it, why don’t we just do it ourselves.” [Greedy Sword God] slapped his thigh hard, a burning desire to fight in his eyes.

The [Graveyard Cooking God] nodded, and the fire of the Cooking God also burned in his skull: “That’s right! Damn it! We’re going to show these dwarves and goblins what real food is!”

The three of them looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

Just like that, the three young players’ food business plan officially kicked off in Black Wind Castle…

Money or nothing is secondary. They simply feel that they cannot let these goblins waste the food!
They brag so much that they start to believe it themselves.

……

The night market in Black Wind Castle was bustling with people. As the workers at the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory got off work, the vendors at the stalls shouted even louder.

The aroma of liquor and barbecue swirled in the air, mixed with the sounds of bargaining and noise. The whole street was bustling, even more lively than some of the bustling districts in Magic City, but the quality was not very good.

And in this chaotic and wild corner of the market, three enthusiastic little players are busy at their respective stalls, opening the first chapter of their catering empire!
“Take a look, take a look! Authentic Northwest Ramen! The soup is boiled in a pot for twelve hours. It’s so authentic, so amazing!”

[Greedy 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 stood by the pot and waited for a long time, and finally a powerful dwarf from hell came over curiously.

“Northwest? Which northwest?” The bald boiled egg muttered curiously and wanted to get closer to look into the pot, but it turned out that he was not tall enough and could not get his head in.

Most of the Hell Dwarves are craftsmen. Even those who work as laborers are stronger than Goblins, so their wages are naturally higher than Goblins.

Compared with the latter, they naturally have stronger purchasing power and are willing to spend money to try new things.

[Greedy Sword God] quickly pulled him away, fearing that the beard would fall into the pot and boil.

“West of Brass Pass! North of Whirlpool Sea! Northwest for short!”

The hell dwarf thought about it and realized that it was the Disaster Castle, and he shouted excitedly.

“Give me a bowl!”

I heard that the dwarf miners there whip the goblins’ buttocks with whips, so just for this reason he had to have a bowl of this delicacy from his distant compatriots.

“Okay!” [Greedy Sword God] grinned and went about busying himself with pulling noodles, fully prepared to face his first business order in Black Wind Castle.

The NPCs nearby were still watching, as if they wanted to see what he could come up with.

The [Graveyard Chef] at the side had set up a charcoal grill and filled 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 animal meat and roasted it over the charcoal fire. The flames licked the meat, and it instantly became shiny and sizzling.

“Barbecue! Authentic Northwest flavor! Trust me, it will make you drool!”

To be honest, the fragrance was really amazing. Although it didn’t attract many NPCs, it attracted many players.

Unfortunately, most of these guys are just like him, they are all cheap and useful skeletons, watching the sizzling oil and barbecue, they can only stare anxiously, wishing they could take over the body of an NPC to taste what kind of meat is being grilled for them? What does meat taste like?

Compared with the other two brothers, [Ashes Descending to Earth] took a completely different route.

He did not open the business directly, but instead 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 who poured a large amount of sauce of unknown ingredients into the pot at his stall, then threw in a handful of something that looked like maggots, and finally stirred it vigorously a few times, and brought out a bowl of stew with a strange smell.

That’s kind of like a magic potion.

If it weren’t for the other goblins lining up and swallowing their saliva, he would even suspect that they were seeing a doctor.

“…What the hell is this?” [Ashes Descending to Earth] widened his eyes, his scalp tingling.

The goblin stirred the food while boasting to the customer, “Fresh! Freshly caught earthbound insects with a special sauce! Look at the color, so authentic!”

“…” [The Ashes Descend to Earth] swallowed silently and decided to go his own way.

He had already thought it through. He would not simply copy the delicacies on Earth, but would combine the characteristics of Black Wind Castle to create a “dead cuisine” that would be more in line with the tastes of these creatures.

The other two gentlemen were busy looking forward to their first batch of customers.

However, reality is always more cruel than imagination.

Apart from a few customers who came to try out new products, most of the other customers were staring at their stall, their eyes filled with suspicion and distrust.

Although demons do not discriminate against humans, dwarves, or even elves…it does not mean that they do not discriminate against the undead.

That is the lowest level even lower than the goblins.

Apart from the necromancers who actively embraced the power of the underworld, most of them were a group of guys who would not even accept the devil. They must have been bad guys who sold their souls to Saint Sith.

“Is there going to be any problem with your food?” asked a dwarf from hell, frowning.

“You undead, why do you suddenly want to sell food?” A goblin narrowed his eyes and glanced at the food on the stall vigilantly, “Could it be soup made from your bones?”

[Greedy Sword God] paused for a moment, then he spoke nonsense without blushing or beating his heart.

“Nonsense! We have pig bones, fresh ones.”

Good guy!
Don’t deny that it’s mine!
Half of the guests around left in an instant.

Realizing that he had spoken out of turn, the Greedy Sword God wanted to slap himself in the face.

The Hell Dwarf looked at him suspiciously, then stared at the pot of boiling broth, his nose twitching, as if trying to determine whether there were any “undead” elements in the taste.

After a while, he nodded: “Pork bones? Okay.”

At least he didn’t smell the ingredients of the potion in it, so he wouldn’t wake up tomorrow morning as a servant of the necromancer.

[Greedy Sword God] breathed a sigh of relief and silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Although he felt puzzled, it seemed that he had passed this level.

However, just as he was thinking this, the remaining goblins showed regretful expressions and walked away shaking their heads.

“If only it were human bones.”

“Oh, that’s boring!”

“Waiting for nothing.”

[Cemetery Chef God] twitched his mouth, trying hard not to complain. He turned his head to glance at [Ashes Descending to Earth] and found that the other person’s expression was extremely subtle.

Well, the customer is the devil.

They muttered to themselves and decided to pretend they didn’t hear the curious remarks.

……

Although the process was not perfect, they finally made these “difficult demon gods” let down their guard. They no longer discriminated against the food they made just because they were undead, but instead carefully examined their works.

The hot broth is boiling in the big pot, the rich meat aroma mixed with the delicate soup base exudes a mouth-watering aroma.

[Greedy Sword God] stood behind the stall, confidently picked up a handful of hand-rolled noodles with a long chopstick and gently put it into the bowl. Then he scooped up a spoonful of broth that had been simmered for twelve hours and slowly poured it into the bowl.

The rich soup base wraps around the noodles, and when you shake it gently, it reveals a soft golden luster, which is very appetizing.

He accurately sprinkled the green grass that he had prepared long ago into the bowl, and finally placed two slices of thinly sliced ​​beef on the noodles. A bowl of authentic Northwest ramen with hell flavor was finally ready!

“Your noodles are delicious!”

Having accomplished his task, [Greedy Sword God] served the noodles with a smile on his face, and then stood aside happily admiring the customers’ reactions.

The hell dwarf sitting at the table leaned close to the bowl and sniffed it. His frown relaxed and he nodded with satisfaction.

“Smells good!”

After saying that, he picked up the fork beside him, poked it in and turned it twice, then picked up a lump of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth. His beard twitched for a while, and his eyes, which were tired from work, suddenly widened into bells.

“How is it?!” [Greedy Sword God] stared at him expectantly and asked, his hand slapping on the table almost reaching into the bowl, “Is it covered?!”

“What the hell is this?!” The dwarf coughed and almost spit out what was in his mouth.

[Greedy Sword God] looked confused.

He thought he would get praise from customers, but he was unexpectedly hit hard.

The [Graveyard Kitchen God] next to him almost couldn’t hold back his laughter. He looked at the Sword God with a mocking expression, waiting to laugh at him.

It’s a pity that the skull has no blood vessels, otherwise the face would have turned the color of liver.

“What, what do you mean by this?! Do you understand…” The Sword God roared angrily.

“You call this bowl of snot porridge noodles?! It’s a fraud!” The Hell Dwarf was even angrier than him and slammed the fork in his hand, causing the splashing noodles to almost get stuck on his ribs.

[Greedy Sword God] breaks the defense.

“Then what the hell do you call noodles?!”

The hell dwarf smiled coldly.

“At least it should be crunchy when you eat it!”

[Graveyard Kitchen God] couldn’t laugh anymore, and [Greedy Sword God] almost vomited his brains out.

“Fuck! Just go and suck your lava!”

He thought the other party would break down, but he didn’t expect the other party to smile proudly.

“My grandfather’s grandfather really has that ability! A real hell dwarf has to eat thick and hard things!”

After saying that, he walked away proudly.

The goblins nearby rushed forward and finished the remaining bowl of “snot porridge” with a lot of chatter. After drinking it, they smacked their lips and started commenting.

“Where’s the meat? Why are there only two slices?”

“This merchant is too stingy!”

“That’s it!”

“The taste is so bland, are you reluctant to add salt?!”

“We Goblins will never pay profiteers!”

“That’s right! Bring another bowl up! Hurry!”

[Greedy Sword God] silently pulled out the knife from the stall, scaring [Ashes Descending to Earth] who had not yet opened his business so much that he immediately rushed over and hugged his legs, begging for mercy for the NPCs.

“Brother! Calm down! This is a safe zone!”

“Let go! Let go!” [Greedy Sword God] yelled in anger, “I’ll chop him first! Then I’ll go after the dog planner! Ahhhh!!!”

He looked crazy.

This game has been launched for so long that the location of the server has almost become a treasure in the depths of the Pacific Ocean. No one knows where on the earth the dog planner is hiding.

Seeing that the undead had gone mad, the goblins surrounding it were frightened and scattered immediately, and the stall, which was already deserted, became even more deserted.

[Graveyard Chef God] silently pretended not to know the madman and continued to grill with a smile on his face, but he never mentioned Northwest again and silently changed the sign to Southwest.

Strings of carefully marinated meat skewers are neatly placed on the charcoal fire. The hot flames lick the meat, and a rich burnt aroma instantly emerges.

“Hehe…mutton skewers…delicious!”

That weird smile is frightening, but the residents living in hell are not surprised. The points that would deduct points in Beifeng City are the ones that no one cares about here.

Smelling the tempting aroma, the Dwarf from Hell took a bill and took the skewer. He took a bite and a look of satisfaction flashed across his face, but soon his brows frowned again.

“This skewer…why is it so small?!”

He thought the skewer of meat was edible, but it ended up piercing his lips.

[Graveyard Kitchen God] was stunned for a moment.

“Small? Ah this…but…this is what barbecue looks like!”

This is how everything is sold in Beifeng City, including ramen. The Hell Dwarves of the Disaster Castle are not seen to be picky. Instead, they pick up human food and eat it with gusto, and are proud of it.

It’s the same Demon King’s territory, and even the same species, so how come it becomes a completely different place just across the sea?
I’m afraid these guys were sent by our competitors to cause trouble!
But when [Graveyard Chef God] took a look at this guy’s outfit, he didn’t think he was a craftsman working in the factory next door, and he had just finished overtime.

The dwarf took two more sharp bites and frowned.

“It’s gone in just a few bites! Are you here to fill my teeth? It’s all stuck in my teeth after one bite!”

[Graveyard Kitchen God]: “…”

The goblins nearby cheered excitedly.

“Trickster!”

“Smash his stall!”

“Ouch!”

They didn’t actually do anything, but they were clearly encouraging the less intelligent guys in the group to step forward and then take advantage of the situation to get something.

Fortunately, the stupid guys had been cleaned out in the previous rounds of cleaning, and the remaining goblins were mostly cunning and treacherous, which reduced the difficulty of operation for the players.

The [Greedy Sword God] who had closed his stall had calmed down. He crossed his arms and said sarcastically, “Why don’t you get your teeth fixed first?”

The hell dwarf glared at him, but considering that he was an undead, he would be at a disadvantage if he touched him, so he finally did not bother to argue with him and just left after eating.

Like the goblins, the hell dwarves have also been dealt with. Those who remain are basically relatively honest. They are relatively less aggressive among a group of aggressive people, but they will still silently vote with their feet.

Hearing the goblins complaining that the food was too expensive and the hell dwarves feeling that the skewers were too small and not satisfying enough, the [Graveyard Chef God] quickly made amends and immediately introduced two new options – “big skewers” and “small skewers”.

The amount of meat on the large skewers has doubled, and the price has also doubled. The small skewers are still the standard size, which can satisfy the goblins who don’t have such a big appetite.

However, a strange thing happened. The dwarves from hell were very satisfied with the big skewers and they were full of praise after tasting them.

“That’s a reasonable amount, and it goes perfectly with the liquor–pfft, the broth!”

“Indeed, indeed! The broth is really delicious! It must go well with this big skewer!”

But when the goblins saw the big skewers of meat, no one bought the small ones.

These guys are not only greedy for bargains, but also care about face. They will never buy a small one when they have a big one.

[Graveyard Chef] suddenly understood those wonderful stews that were popular on the streets.

In addition to the unique flavor, there may be a deeper philosophy and way of dealing with the world contained in it——

A bowl of Goblin Miaomiao Soup can make other goblins unable to tell the price but still eat it with relish. It fills their stomachs while allowing them to maintain their fragile dignity.

There is probably only one way to cure the dark cuisine of Black Wind Castle, and that is to make the goblins of Black Wind Castle rich.

However, the contradiction lies in that the resources in hell are extremely limited. If the goblins’ lives become prosperous, the high-level demons may not be affected, but the lives of the hell dwarves will definitely become uncomfortable.

The hell dwarves are uncomfortable, the demons are uncomfortable, and then there are the ordinary demons who are served by the demons.

Eventually this chain will be transmitted to high-level demons, and the only way to avoid this situation is to keep most goblins poor, make their time worthless, and the things they produce worthless. In this way, the hell dwarves can also accept lower wages and produce cheap and easy-to-use things to meet the consumption of demons, while the demons serve ordinary demons… eventually forming a huge closed loop.

This is a big chess game, and even the defeat in Port Saldo and the plague in Black Wind Castle are just ripples on the chessboard.

[Graveyard Kitchen God] was shocked.

He thought that the settings that seemed insignificant were actually interconnected.

This game is too damn real, right?!

When people are bored, they think about philosophy. He who is waiting for no customers belongs to this category.

After a whole day, [Greedy Sword God] lost all his pants, [Graveyard Cook God]’s small loss was not considered a loss, and the biggest winner was [Ashes Descending to Earth] who remained motionless.

This guy is quite cunning.

Everyone agreed to start a business together, but he ended up doing nothing and just watched his brothers serve as cannon fodder and try and make mistakes.

[Graveyard Chef God] is actually still hoping for a lucky break.

After all, his losses mainly came from the fact that he made too many skewers, which ended up being wasted because they couldn’t be sold.

If I adjust my marketing strategy tomorrow and only do business with the Hell Dwarves, I might be able to make back the lost money.

So the next evening, he dragged the [Greedy Sword God] who had lost a lot of money to sell barbecue together. As a result, as soon as they pushed the cart to the market, they were dumbfounded –

There are more than a dozen barbecue stalls in the market!
Those foreign goblin merchants rushed madly into every track they thought they could make money in, just to occupy a small piece of cheese in the territory of the respected Senator Luo Yan.

not only that.

The nearby tavern soon discovered the business opportunity, quickly recruited several low-level fire demons to serve as barbecue chefs, and launched the “Hell Dwarf Kebab” menu!
They claimed that Master Yan Mo’s firepower was stronger, the meat was more abundant, and the price was more affordable, and they instantly snatched away more than half of the customers!
Originally, the dwarves bought skewers and went to their place to drink, but now they don’t even have to turn a corner.

[Graveyard Chef God] looked at the deserted stall, covered his chest, and almost disintegrated with anger.

“This bunch of plagiarists! They have no moral principles!!”

Today, [Ashes Descending to Earth], who is still keeping a low profile, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“You didn’t even do any market research, and you just do things blindly. If you continue to do this, you will go bankrupt even if the devil comes!”

After all, the technical content of skewers is too low. Wasn’t Brother Jian’s ramen copied?

[Greedy Sword God] sighed, already in despair.

“Well, the only thing worth praising is that at least I found some ideas. And…”

He paused and looked towards the bustling market, his voice adding a hint of relief.

“Just think of it as promoting the specialties of Northwest China.”

of course.

This refers to the area west of Brass Pass and north of Whirlpool Sea.

Looking at the ashes that were making sarcastic remarks, [Graveyard Kitchen God] said angrily: “If you can do it, go ahead!”

[The Ashes Descend to Earth] He laughed and touched his chin confidently, and a pair of soul fires in his skull lit up and turned into soul rings.

“It’s time for me to show you my skills!”

(End of this chapter)