In less than half a day, "Dwarf Prince" has become the code name for Dagon, as if these four words are easier to remember than the two words "Dagon".

According to Toby's theory, they are all fools - Dagon thought in his heart. It is not entirely beneficial to be called a dwarf prince, because they can choose to deal with it or ignore it according to the situation. If it is an important thing, they will eventually think of the name "Dagon". Are there any important things in the caravan?

Dagon has been observing that perhaps the only thing that is important is to tie the cargo box tightly and get the salary. It will take two days to actually leave Jian Gucheng, but it only takes half a day to carry those boxes, or at most a whole day, and the caravans are dragging and slow, obviously.

He didn't quite understand what was going on. He was busy laying his nest. It was a corner of a four-wheeled carriage that could not stretch his legs if he lay down, and if he stood, he would push to the narrow area of ​​the canvas tent. There were two rectangular crates on his left and six sacks on his right. Fortunately, the boxes contained shoes and clothes. They basically didn't smell or collapsed at night to smash Dagon's nose bridge.

If you were wrong, it should be during the day. Daytime is Dagon's time to sleep, and he has to watch over a silver coin at night.

It's summer now, and the day is very warm, so the small space in the car does not need to be considered warm. Dagon put a blanket on the car board, then squeezed the backpack in the corner to keep it stable and safe, and the nest was basically formed. After that, he patiently adjusted the positions of the tools in the backpack and rearranged them according to the usual level. The one placed outside was undoubtedly a family-born dwarf pot, next to it was a washing tool box.

After setting up the place, Dagon began to observe the members of the Golden Dog Caravan. Jerus was their leader, and whenever he issued an order, he could be executed immediately, but he rarely did this. Most of the time he spent smoking and drinking tea under the parasol, holding a book without a name in his hand, and reading it attentively. Dagon took the opportunity of a conversation to ask about the book, and the title was actually "The Legend of the Emperor", but Jerus did not say which biography of the Emperor it was, but only let Dagon guess it himself.

The most active caravan is Toby, who is almost everywhere. When everyone plays cards, he will be responsible for calculating chips; when loading goods, he will calculate the product. He will always participate in all activities of the caravan and use his excellent arithmetic skills in it.

Maipu is the most unpresented guy. Unless you keep staring at him, you won’t know where he is going in a blink of an eye. This old man with red burn scars on his head is very impatient and always hides in the shadows or even hides under the horse’s belly. For his elusiveness, everyone never struggles to find him, just call him out. Maipu is in charge of the account book of the caravan, and everyone can put the money in him and let him put some debts. The caravan always follows the same route, and lending money can make more income.

The half-elf-girl Miss Tess in the caravan always held her huge recurved longbow, and the arrow bag on her waist was always carrying twelve straight elf-girl arrows. She seemed not afraid of heat, she only needed a spotted white turban to cover the sun, and then sat in the highest place in the convoy all day, all day. Her only special need was to drink water, she had four more kettles than others, and Geros was always responsible for filling her. Miss Tess's eyes were sharp, but she did not hurt people, so Dagon did not feel that she was aiming or threatening herself. Such an archer was very terrible, and Dagon commented on her.

There were several dwarves in the caravan, among which the brothers Janzi and Solodo Bart were blacksmiths and cartsmiths respectively. The barrel hoop couple could identify, repair and polish gemstones, and they were pretty good goldsmiths and tailors. They were craftsmen in the team, sitting in a car with extra springs, and their daily work was to renovate and repair all kinds of things, but fortunately they were sold in the next town. For some reason, they didn't like to talk to Dagon and revealed nothing except their name.

Rusiga Gongte, this beardless chubby Jian Gu tribe woman is a chef in the fleet. She is also a cobbler, and she can also be carved ivory and bone carving. She has gray hair, which is rare among Jian Gu tribes. It is said that her ancestors came from deeper underground and were influenced by monsters. Rusiga always wore dirty black leather aprons, sat by the stove, either peeling food materials into the pot, or sewing leather nails and putting them into the tool box. Her eyes never leave the pots that cook for everyone, and the nervous state is like a female beast protecting her cubs. She doesn't mind chatting with Dagon, but the third sentence will shift to topics like recipes.

Other humans... Dagon has never seen humans before, and is still a little blind, and often recognizes the wrong people. He knows Jelos by pipes and big straw hats, Toby by his broken yellow teeth, Maip by his bare map head, Tess by his longbow... In short, he also has to work hard to adapt to the state of living with strangers, and there is still a lot to learn.

On the first night, Geros called everyone in the convoy to let them know the dwarf prince's appearance, and don't stab him to death as a thief. Then, Geros held a welcome party, roughly scooping a spoonful of thick vegetable soup for Dagondo and throwing a piece of meat into it. "Two pieces of bread, although it's black, it's too hungry." Geros smiled and said, "The convoy can't maintain the prince's standard of living for you, unless you add more money, add a lot of money."

Jelos knew that Dagon could watch the reward of 1 silver coin, but he still said that he would add money. I don’t know what he thought. As for Dagon, he was worried about the clay pot he was holding. It was a thick grey-green liquid, some strange-shaped items of yellow, red and purple floating in the porridge, emitting the smell of moss. He stirred with a spoon, and the blocking feeling from the handle indicated that the porridge was very strong, with some unseen pieces of meat and slices of meat. Dagon carefully flipped through it and he had never seen anything except water in the porridge.

By the same token, he had never seen bread. It was not that black and white bread was still earth-brown bread, but that Dagon had never eaten bread at all. He was used to potato cakes and only knew potato cakes. Dagon expressed doubts about the two thick bread he had divided. Those two pieces of "things" were quite hard, and knocking on the clay pot could make a bang sound, and he could feel obvious toughness by breaking it with his hands. They were not friendly to the teeth, and could clearly feel the strong desire to not be separated and chewed.

Is this thing a food? It feels even more like food than Jian Gucheng....Dagon is more conscientious and does not rush to start eating immediately. Instead, he walks away with a jar and sees how others eat it first.

First of all, the things in the jar can be eaten, and the people of the Jiangu tribe can also eat them. All the soup is cooked from the same big jar, and each person divides it into part, which is definitely not wrong. Then this thing is not delicious, because no one will show an expression of enjoyment. Finally, the bread is not eaten directly, or used as a plate, or cut it with a knife and soak it in the vegetable soup. Only after it is soaked softly can it be swallowed.

There are very few vegetables underground, and some roots and tubers are the things that have been taken with vegetables recently. Dagon remembers lichens when he sees the green. They are something that bear lichens don’t want to eat, which is very disgusting. He wants to let the star helmet try it, but the bear lichen only rolls up the quick meat slices with his tongue, and doesn’t even look at the others.

What else can it be? With an unbearable taste, pressing the stimulation that hits the forehead, and even trembling after taking a few bites, Dagon spent a lot of effort to finish the food he distributed. In fact, to be honest, when he felt that he was about to lose his life in the first bite, when he felt that he might be able to save him again, when he was at the twenty-first bite, he thought to himself: It’s no big deal to be able to persevere, he can persist.

The torture in the mouth was over, but the stomach began to make trouble. Compared with other races, dwarves are more resistant to diseases and toxins, but food does not fall into this category. Indigestion is not considered a disease, nor is it considered poisoning. It is a normal physiological reaction. After this supper, Dagon's stomach began to turn over, and it continued to create gas, and there was a strong sense of diving downward and pushing.

Fortunately, most people were asleep, so Dagon ran a little further and dug a hole to solve his personal problems. That night, he dug four holes in total, and finally got through the difficulty and persisted until the next day. The next day's breakfast was still like this soup with bread, but each person had an extra sausage.

"The sausages are all tasteful!" Toby complained to chef Ruciga. "Are you an ancient sausage dug out of the dwarf's grave?"

"I don't know how long it has been stored in Jian Gucheng's sausages, and I don't know who bought it back." Luciga never thought there would be any problems with his food, just like his children were always innocently bullied. "Who should let Maipchacha make this smart business!"

"Are you sure this sausage is fine?"

"No problem. It tastes not bad, but it's like that. The casing comes from the intestines of the pike in the underground river. The filling is the leg meat of the sour soil spider crushed. It is seasoned with some rock salt and ermush, and then smoked with peat. The fresh intestines taste the same, but these have indeed been stored for a long time."

"Uh... fish intestines and spider meat? The dwarf's taste is too heavy!" Toby clamped the intestines with two fingers, held them high in the air, trying to stay away from his body, as if it was something extremely dangerous. "Dwarf Prince, I believe you have never eaten this kind of thing, right?"

"I haven't eaten it." Dagon shook his head and said these three words without further explanation. In Jian Gucheng, their main meat would be cheaper, and this sausage is not affordable. It is more inclined to be specialty of Jian Gucheng, which is used for transactions for money. Dagon knew that two families in the city would make this sausage. They would maintain equipment every year, buy some ingredients from the hunting team, and make a small amount of sausage.

For Dagon, the sausage tasted good, especially Star Helmet showed great interest. So he cut the sausage and distributed half to the bear lizard, and stirred the other half in the soup, hoping to deceive the stomach and make it adapt faster. But he didn't expect Toby to shout "Prince" and threw his sausage over.
Chapter completed!