The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Opeia's words, "The Dragon Lord doesn't eat people," immediately turned the halfling pale. Everyone knew such words couldn't be true; a dragon that claims not to eat people probably eats more than anyone else.

The halfling nervously swallowed.

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"Can't I not go?"

The fishman directly patted the obsidian longsword at his waist, looking at him with burning eyes.

"Do you want to test the sharpness of the treasure sword in my hand?"

"No need, isn't it okay if I go? But I must first declare that culinary skill is a very subjective thing. The Dragon Lord won't just burn me to death with a dragon breath because he doesn't like my cooking, right?"

The fishman casually waved his hand.

"No, the Dragon Lord rarely uses dragon breath for executions. Usually, we take care of it."

The halfling, who had finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief, instantly stood up straight upon hearing this, and said with a mournful face:

"I just wanted to earn some high-grade soy sauce to eat, how did I end up gambling my life away? ~"

The fishman said cheerfully:

"Did I invite you to eat something last night just to cut off your head today? Quickly pack up your things, the Dragon Lord wants to see you after finishing his meal."

"If you make the Dragon Lord wait for you, I'm not sure if you can keep your head."

"Let's go now!"

The halfling directly ran quickly to the stable to fetch his mastiff. He happened to see the mastiff leisurely eating bean paste from a broken bowl, with wild vegetables added. Smiling, he walked forward and rubbed the mastiff's head.

"Old pal, I didn't expect you to have breakfast before me. The food's pretty good, eat quickly, we're setting off."

But then he thought about it and stood up again.

"You eat slowly, I won't take you today, stay here and wait for me to come back."

If he really offended the Dragon Lord, the mastiff staying here could at least save a dog's life. Going to see the Dragon Lord might mean both he and the dog would lose their heads.

The mastiff raised its head to look at its strange master, then quickly lowered its head again to continue enjoying the delicious paste.

Having traveled north and south with the halfling, the mastiff hadn't eaten such good food in a long time. Right now, eating was much more important than worrying about the halfling.

Saying goodbye to his beloved mastiff, the halfling followed the fishman to the Dragon God Altar with a sense of resignation... to the banquet hall next to it. Attilan was currently feasting.

A row of fishmen and snake-people chefs were cooking for the Dragon Lord, a grand scene that made the halfling's eyes widen because the Dragon Lord was actually extravagant enough to use mages to process the ingredients.

After the energy field competition with the tiger-man, Attilan was very tired and hungry. He needed a lot of food to replenish his energy. The fishmen had already killed five three-hundred-pound wild boars.

Although he usually added purified water to the wild boars' diet to remove the gamey smell of the meat, these wild boars hadn't been raised long enough, and the dragon's senses were very keen, especially since Attilan was a gourmet.

The requirements for food quality were even stricter. Therefore, the seven fishman chefs, as well as the two snake-people chefs who had just completed their training, were working together under Sal's command to prepare Attilan's breakfast.

A fishman holding a knife swiftly and accurately divided a pig into several large pieces, such as the pig's head, pig's legs, pork chops, and pork back. Sal controlled the water element to clean it, blanching it to remove most of the gamey smell.

Then, it was handed over to other chefs to start cooking, braising, stewing, marinating, grilling, pan-frying, all kinds of cooking methods were displayed straight in front of the halfling.

Especially the chefs had many spices in front of them that the halfling had never seen before.

But in terms of grasping the Dragon Lord's taste, these fishmen were definitely stronger than him. He couldn't compare to them in knife skills, cooking methods, and seasoning. The halfling suddenly felt that his life was nearing its end.

Watching Attilan tear apart a whole braised, dark red pig's leg in a few bites, throw the pig's leg bone aside, and start savoring a whole grilled pork chop.

The halfling just watched Attilan devour three large wild boars, his mouth watering uncontrollably.

"I'm full, let that halfling come over."

It was a double blessing. Not only had he won against the tiger-man again, but the black bull he sent out had finally tricked the halfling into coming.

Looking at the trembling halfling, Attilan asked with a smile:

"What do you think of Green Scale Town?"

The halfling stammered in reply:

"Very... good!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm already full."

Attilan even cracked a joke, but his mouthful of sharp teeth brought a powerful deterrent to the halfling, especially since he had just fully unleashed his energy field, and the overflowing mental power formed a strong spiritual aura of majesty.

The halfling couldn't resist it at all, and the fear in his heart was naturally suppressed.

Looking at the timid halfling, Attilan waved his hand in disappointment.

"Go down."

He beckoned to the snake-person princess Opeia not far away.

"You help me keep an eye on him, see what he did in Green Scale Town, and try to find a way to make him fall in love with this place and plan to stay and work."

Opeia showed a bright smile.

"No need to find a way, he has already fallen in love with this place and plans to stay and work. If he hadn't been called over by the Dragon Lord, he would have already applied for a job as a chef at the inn."

"Really? What attracted him?"

"Soy sauce, he wants to resell soy sauce to make money."

Attilan tilted his head in confusion.

"Soy sauce? I remember the half-goat people transported a batch to a viscount's territory in the Northern Kingdom to sell. The price is indeed very high. You tell him, as long as he can persuade ten halfling chefs to work in Green Scale Town."

"I will reward him with a jar of high-grade soy sauce."

Opeia's eyes were bright, and she leaned against Attilan and quietly said as she wiped the grease from his mouth:

"He said that soy sauce is praised by humans as black gold, and human nobles are even willing to exchange it for gold coins of equal weight."

Attilan snorted dismissively. Soy sauce is black gold, then what is oil? Oil breeds mold, does soy sauce?

"That's just the nobles flaunting their wealth. The intermediate soy sauce brought by the half-goat people is not worth that price, but since those nobles are so fond of intermediate soy sauce, then there's no hurry to promote high-grade soy sauce."

"Wait until humans are tired of intermediate soy sauce and can't make money, then launch high-grade soy sauce, and strive to empty all the gold coins in the pockets of these guys who maintain the decency of the nobles."

"No one is wiser than the Dragon Lord."

After meeting the Dragon Lord, the halfling realized that his back was completely wet.

But the meat cleaver used by the chefs he just saw, the iron plate for frying meat, the iron pot, the casserole for stewing meat, the variety of spices, and most importantly, the magic for processing ingredients.

The halfling had deeply imprinted them in his mind. Even with a terrifying dragon, the halfling was still determined to stay.

"Then I will take my leave first. Dragon Lord, rest assured and leave it to me, I will tame this halfling."

Saying that, Opeia covered half of her face with a fan and let out a silver bell-like crisp laugh.

Halfway there, Opeia suddenly turned her head and said:

"The musicians and dancers that the Dragon Lord asked me to train, I have trained them all. Tonight, I hope the Dragon Lord can come to the inn to watch and guide our Rainbow Feather Dance."

Attilan's spirits lifted. Light plucking, slow kneading, wiping and picking, the Rainbow Skirt and Six Bows. Since Opeia came, Attilan had taught Opeia the crafting methods of traditional musical instruments that he knew.

Before, he could only listen to the Rainbow Skirt Feather Dress Music online. Now that he has become a dragon, Attilan also plans to have his own song and dance troupe, specializing in performing for himself, and taking the opportunity to show off fiercely when entertaining friends.

Attilan had been away from home for a long time and really wanted to hear some familiar sounds.

"I will definitely be there on time."

After Opeia left, the tiger-man, who was tearing apart a pig's leg bit by bit, said coldly:

"Having so many people cook for you and making it so exquisite, can you still calm down when you cultivate?"

"Aren't you also eating quite happily? Sometimes I really suspect, are you really a tiger, why do you eat so slowly?"

It is said that wolves devour and tigers gulp, but he really met a tiger-man who chewed slowly.

Come to think of it, this seems to be the first time he has eaten with a tiger-man.

Because the two were at a stalemate, the competition was delayed until the sky began to turn white before it ended with the tiger-man collapsing to the ground from exhaustion. At that time, the bear-man had already taken the children back to Oak Hall to rest.

Attilan couldn't just leave the tiger-man lying on the ground, so he had Taishan, who had insisted on finishing the competition and was leaning against a tree snoring, carry the tiger-man back.

After the tiger-man woke up, he invited the tiger-man to eat together.

The tiger-man just glared at him, then silently ate the pig's leg.

"And don't you think it's very comfortable to have such a big pig's leg after hard cultivation?"

The tiger-man replied coldly:

"No, monks hone their spirit and body through arduous training, which allows us to better control the true energy in our bodies and sense the various elemental energies between heaven and earth to enhance cultivation."

"You want to be an ascetic monk, I won't stop you, but I can't live that kind of life anyway. Sal, go prepare a basket of steamed buns for the tiger-man immortal and let her take it back and bake it slowly."

"Don't worry, a basket of steamed buns is definitely enough for you to cultivate hard for a month."

Sal immediately went to the kitchen to start making dough, making it according to the tiger-man's monthly amount.

"You guys eat slowly, I'm going to sleep. Taishan, remember to tell everyone to come and watch the performance tonight."

"Okay!"

Taishan, whose mouth was full of meat, replied vaguely.

After saying that, Attilan soared into the sky and soon plunged into the lake, returning to the dragon's nest to absorb the water element power to recover the consumption of last night's confrontation.

As night fell, Attilan emerged from the water again and flew straight to the inn, landing on a large open space in the backyard.

Opeia was standing in the center of the stage with the dancers, the musicians had tuned their instruments, and the druids were also sitting at their seats tasting fruit wine, just waiting for Attilan.

Attilan glanced around.

"It seems I'm late, why haven't I seen the leopard woman?"