NABC Chapter 378: 392: The Demons' Chef
Chapter 378: 392: The Demons' Chef
Chapter 378: Chapter 392: The Demons’ Chef
With the creaking sound of the bone door being pushed open, Lancelot walked into the kitchen of the Demon Castle. Unexpectedly, it was not Tanari who were busy here, but a large group of goblins. These green-skinned creatures had clear division of labor: some were chopping meat, others were making fires, and still others stirred in pots with large spoons, occasionally scooping up a spoonful to taste, and then grabbing some unidentified seasoning from a nearby bag to throw in.
“Gormack! If you haven’t chopped up that damn meat in one minute, I’ll personally chop off your fingers and throw them into the pot! Bug! You stupid stinking bug, if I see you adding snake tree bark to the soup again, I’ll cook you in it to neutralize the stench! And Guluga! Given that you are my aunt, stop sleeping, or I’ll be forced to come over and kick your butt!”
A goblin wearing a tall chef’s hat was standing on several stacked crates, issuing orders to the other goblins in the room. From the aroma in the air, these goblins weren’t doing too badly, Lancelot thought the scene before him was actually quite amusing, but the ‘Head Chef’ clearly didn’t think so.
Because of where the goblin chef stood, it easily noticed the ‘two-headed’ human knight who had just entered. The goblin’s face changed, and it yelled at the others, “Continue your work, I’m going to take a break now. If I come back and find anyone slacking off, they’ll be tomorrow’s breakfast appetizer. Did everyone get that?”
The rest of the goblins responded vaguely to the Head Chef’s threat, seemingly not taking his words seriously. The goblin sighed, took off his hat, put it down on the spot, then tumbled off the crates and walked towards Lancelot.
“Please follow me, sir,” the goblin said directly as he passed the iron-skinned, two-headed person and headed towards an empty room, while speaking, “I will cooperate fully, there’s no need for any violence.”
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“Do you know what I want?” Lancelot found it very interesting, but cautiously stood at the door, not following into the room.
“I guess you are not here for doughnuts, right?” the goblin sighed, “Listen, I’m just a complete fool for signing a contract with Tanari—I actually thought it was Bartez who use that stuff... Anyway, aside from cooking this disgusting food, I have no responsibilities in this castle, so as long as you promise not to kill me, I can tell you anything I know, though I don’t really know much useful stuff.”
“Are you trying to find out how many demons are stationed in the castle? I’m sorry, although these guys can go without eating and drinking, no matter how much you make, they can devour it all until something else catches their attention.” The Goblin shrugged, “To me, eating is just an amusement for demons. We can send up five hundred pounds of food at a time, and if not replenished promptly, it would be gone in about an hour. However, the rate of food consumption today has indeed been slower than usual, if that information is useful to you.”
“Interesting.” Lancelot nodded, finally asking the question he wanted, “What about the Dungeon? Are there prisoners inside that you need to feed?”
“The prison guards often come over to order for the prisoners, but they always only ask for vegetable soup, either to purposely torment the prisoners or because the prisoners dislike the meat I cook.” The Head Chef sighed again, “But I don’t blame them, to be honest, I don’t eat it myself. Ever since what happened with Gro, I get nauseated just looking at meat.”
“I see.” Lancelot stroked his chin, “How should I get to the Dungeon?”
“Turn left after you go out, go straight at the first crossroad, then turn right, you will see Mard and Rek guarding the door, two very friendly giant toads, I believe they would be happy to see you.” The Goblin exaggeratedly winked at Lancelot, “But if you... prefer not to meet them, I know another way...”
Lancelot was familiar with that kind of smile. He considered for a moment, reached into his pocket, and asked the Goblin:
“How much salary do those demons pay you every week?”
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