The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 473 Insect Limbs and Sauce

The silver coins jingled, and Moran, though not short of money, felt quite content.

This is the joy of making money!

The monks on the carriage finally began to wonder why their guards had gone ahead and hadn't returned for so long.

Looking ahead, wow, everyone was holding the scales and limbs of the beetle, grinning from ear to ear.

"The Mage distributed the spoils to them?" a junior mage in the group asked incredulously.

“Granne, you overestimate this gentleman’s generosity,” Gobert said.

He would never believe, even if you beat him to death, that this stingy and greedy mage would share the monsters he killed with others.

So even though he was somewhat tempted by the materials on the iron beetle, he didn't try to take them.

He summoned one of his guards and asked:
"What? Rented? And only three copper coins a day?"

"What? You want to eat insect limbs? One silver coin per limb?"

Gobert didn't know if he had gone mad, or if his guards and that stingy mage had gone mad.

Renting Beetle armor plates for such a low price is completely unlike the stingy mage's style.

The guards spent a silver coin to buy disgusting insect limbs, and they acted like they got a great deal. Were they bewitched?

The guards told him about Lord Moran... Oh, he finally knew the name of that stingy mage, Moran.

After hearing the guard recount Lord Moran's opinion that warriors should eat more monster meat, Gobert felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Wasn't he tricked out of a magic coin yesterday by such dubious words?

"You believed it?" Gobert looked at his most trusted captain of the guard and fell into deep self-doubt.

He had previously thought this guard was intelligent and had good combat skills, capable of handling important tasks, and perhaps could be trained to become the future leader of the territory's knight order.

Did he see it wrong?
"Master, it's true! If we're talking about which race in Valen eats the most, it's definitely the dragons, right?"
Why are dragons so physically powerful? Besides their racial talents, could it also be because they eat a lot of magical beast meat?
We soldiers usually eat ordinary food and have a big appetite, but it's different with monster meat. We get full after eating only a little bit each time.

I get hungry faster eating vegetables than meat!
Doesn't this just mean that monster meat has more energy than regular meat, and meat has more energy than vegetables?

The captain of the guard spoke with such conviction that Gobert might have almost believed him if he hadn't been fooled by the stingy mage before.

"You didn't pay for this information, did you?"

If he were to pay for it, he would really have to seriously consider whether his idea of ​​training this guard captain was the right one.

"No! Lord Moran told us for free!" the guard captain said gratefully.

Gobert: "..."

Fortunately, I'm not too stupid.

But...why should he be the only one who has to spend money to buy fake news?
It's still just a fake news story about magic coins.

He still feels the pinch when he thinks about it now.

When they arrived at Moran's group, Gobert, still full of resentment, put on a completely different face:
"Thank you so much for your help! Your magic has truly broadened our horizons!"

Although she's a stingy, con artist mage, she's incredibly powerful!

"You flatter me! It's only right that you pay me to do the work, no need to thank me!" Moran said.

"How about we buy a couple of insect limbs for dinner? Even though we're mages, we still need to eat and drink well to maintain a healthy body, so we can run faster when our mental energy is insufficient for casting spells!"

The monks retreated repeatedly, forcing a smile as they said, "No, no! We're not used to this!"

“Alright! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who knows when we’ll see an Iron Beetle again? You’re going to miss out!” Moran said.

Many of the soldiers were still in line and hadn't been able to buy any yet!
The beetle limbs were selling well, so Moran wasn't as enthusiastic about promoting them. Since they'd all sell anyway, it was a matter of take it or leave it!

The monks, fearing that Moran would ask them to buy more insect limbs to eat, hurried to their carriages to direct the guards in setting up the camp.

I can still vividly recall the scene of her displaying incredible power, stringing a group of beetles together in an instant.

If she really forces them to eat, they have to eat it "gratefully."

Moran and the others' tents were small space tents that were dragged off the carriage.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary brown leather tent.

It was similar to the small tents set up by the guards, but slightly larger.

It's nowhere near as good as the monster hide tents used by mages.

However, there was something more to their tent.

While the interior isn't like the largest space tent, which has a large villa-like space, it still has a small suite.

The three tents were placed side by side and were inconspicuous in the camp.

Vasita went into the woods to gather firewood, Lilith was in charge of lighting the campfire, and Sylph was in charge of roasting the insect limbs.

The three of them diligently performed their duties of serving their mentor.

The guards followed suit and roasted insect limbs. Of course, they also made sure to cook some dried vegetable soup for their employers to eat with their rations.

After being roasted over a fire, the black insect limbs slowly turned into an enticing red color and emitted a strange meaty aroma.

Not to mention the guards who couldn't live without meat, even the mages found their dry rations less appealing and kept glancing at the food roasting by the campfire.

"No, no, no! Those are disgusting insect legs!"

The monks told themselves this.

The insect's limbs changing color means it's done roasting.

The guards, who had bought the secret sauce, took bowls to Moran and scooped out a lump of dark sauce. They then broke open the roasted insect limbs and dipped them in the sauce to eat.

The fresh, tender white insect meat, mixed with a novel flavor, exploded on their tongues, eliciting gasps of amazement from them.

"Oh my god! What kind of sauce is this? It's so delicious!"

"This insect meat smells amazing! It's even better than beef or mutton! There's absolutely no fishy smell!"

The guards could certainly taste the fishy smell of the meat, but the spices to remove it were too expensive for them to afford. They were used to eating meat with a fishy smell, so when they suddenly tasted meat that didn't have a bad taste to begin with, they were amazed.

Many of the guards hadn't originally been willing to buy Moran's secret sauce.

To put it bluntly, mages are very powerful in magic, but no mage is willing to study cooking.

If Moran said it was her private chef's secret sauce, then many guards might buy it.

She herself had little confidence.

Even if I bought Moran's secret sauce, it was just to please her and leave a good impression so she would take care of me on the road ahead.

I never expected it to taste so amazing.

Although I can't quite tell the flavor, it's clear that a lot of spices have been added, yet it only costs 1 silver coin a bowl.

Lord Moran is simply the most generous mage ever!

Their praise prompted the guards who hadn't originally bought the secret sauce to also join together and buy a bowl of it.