Chapter 925 Gretel: Did You Tell Me that This Guy Is a Cub?

Valencimo 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, listening to the crackling of pans and stone slabs, he also kept his ears open to the sounds around the camp.

According to his memory, there were no tribes or fixed trade routes nearby.

It's already winter, and people are still running in the fields in the snow. Either they are really in trouble like this group of people, or...

In short, it is always right to remain 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 in the forest is such an advantage. Before those people spoke, or even before he heard someone coming, he must have been reminded, right?

Grete had indeed known it for a long time. Not only did he know, he also knew that there was only one person on the other side. He is not very old. The big tree he is leaning on tells him that he is "still a cub"...

Then, Grete looked at the aboriginal man walking out of the snow in the woods, 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 strong, his shoulders are broad, his back is not thick, and his upper lip is covered with a thin layer of down. Exposed outside the leather robe. The upper arms 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, showing the half-sized wild deer that had been dragged over by him and had expired. The pattern on the fur, if Gretel remembers correctly, is a guaranteed level 5 monster:

"The food you make tastes so delicious! Can we eat it together?"

Gretel looked at him intently. This indigenous young man looks 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 didn't deliberately cover up his steps. The bow and arrow on his back, the axe, and the long knife on his waist were not deliberately adjusted when he got close, and moved 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 person is not as strong as me, boss." Bernard reported quietly in the spiritual connection. Grete glanced at Valensimo 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, arrows, sword 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.

Raton took another deep breath. Spread your arms and let your chest swell as high as possible, as if you want to inhale all the aroma of oil smoke into your lungs:

"Pepper! Cinnamon! Purple spice! 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 gently pointed forward, and a bulge appeared on the ground next to the bonfire. It was neither high nor low, just enough for people to sit comfortably in front of the bonfire. Raton threw the wild deer away, 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 his mage's hand, and leaned forward:

"We have just arrived in the New World and are about to cross the mountains and head to the 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 delicious 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 citizens as possible, Congress moved approximately 200,000 people to settlements in the New World. And these 200,000 people need to store enough food if they want to survive the Year without Summer and the spring famine the year after the Year without Summer.

The method adopted by the council was to send knights, mages, and all warriors into the wilderness to hunt as many prey as possible. Then, mobilize the people in the settlement to use all methods to store these foods.

"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. Ladon 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 , has not come back for a long time..."

"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 indigenous people——

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 new arrivals have food - only they have food." Raton muttered gloomily:

"Some tribes tried to rob their towns and were killed or sold into slavery. Some tribes signed contracts with them and got enough food, as long as they worked for them - they all moved In the past, I was told to work..."

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