The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 474 What a pity!
The guards were eating heartily, and the mages, including Gobert, kept glancing in their direction. Before they knew it, the soup in the pot and the dry rations in their hands hadn't been touched for half a day.

Gobert's captain of guard noticed his employer's gaze and, out of respect, asked a perfunctory question:
"Master, would you like to try it? It's really delicious!"

The monks were the most pampered, and his employer was even more so.

People would probably be intimidated by insect limbs and wouldn't dare to try it, right?
Besides, he bought these ingredients with his own money! There's no reason for him to work for free.

"Hmm." Gobert nodded reservedly.

This unexpected answer surprised the guard captain for a moment, then he reluctantly gave him a small piece of the insect limb, and even dipped it in some sauce: "Then please try it!"

Gobert tried to hide his eagerness and ate a little.

Once he put it in his mouth, he couldn't care less about hiding it; his reaction in that instant revealed his true thoughts.

Forget about dried vegetable soup and dried food biscuits!

"Joyce, give me another worm limb and a bowl of sauce, and I'll give you three silver coins!"

This is just one hind leg; one silver coin buys two!

A bowl of sauce costs only one silver coin.

The captain of the guard can earn at least one and a half silver coins from this.

If it were anything else, he would have immediately agreed to the profit and happily gone to get things done.

He hasn't finished eating yet!

Lord Moran said that it's hard to say when we'll see the Iron Beetle again!
Fine, I'll let it go for the sake of him being my employer and for the sake of him being a monk.

The captain of the guards, seemingly delighted, gave him another insect limb and even made him a bowl of sauce.

With Gobert leading the charge, the other mages quickly fell behind and bought some insect limbs from their guards.

Although the guards made some money, they weren't as happy as they had imagined; they just buried themselves in their food and ate voraciously.

Once the delicious monster meat is eaten and transformed into nutrients for the body, it truly becomes one's own.

If we eat too slowly, what if the monks want to buy more later?
Looking at the situation at the human camp, Vasita said with a touch of nostalgia, "I dare say that whatever you ask them to eat next, mentor, they'll be willing to try it."

They went through the same thing before.

“That’s far from enough!” Moran said. “There are still plenty of edible magical beasts on the way. Let’s try to empty their pockets and take some valuable magical beast materials with us. When we get to Lance City, we can use that money to rent a nice little courtyard.”

Lilith was very interested in today's sales: "I secretly used mind reading today. The guards each have an average of five to eight ordinary gold coins left, and the mages should have even more."

As the group was talking, they sensed someone approaching, so they stopped talking and turned to look at the newcomer.

It was that intermediate mage and his captain of guards.

The monk looked embarrassed and only gestured to the captain of the guard.

The captain of the guard stepped forward helplessly: "Lord Moran, my master wants to ask if the flesh of the iron beetle is edible!"

After speaking, he looked at Moran expectantly.

If the worm limbs taste so good, wouldn't the white, fleshy worm meat taste even better? He was still a little unsatisfied!
Witches: “…”

Are they still not full?
"It's possible, but I suggest you don't eat it. It's too fishy, ​​and the sauce can't mask it."

Moran said, "If you want to try it, go and get some yourselves! It was just buried, so it shouldn't be spoiled yet when you dig it up. It's free."

If she's going to sell insect meat that even dogs wouldn't eat, then she's really heartless.

Upon hearing this, Gobert gave up.

The meat that the stingy monk gives away for free must taste terrible!

This Lord Moran may be stingy, but he certainly knows how to eat! Now that I think about it, that meal at the hotel might have been more than just a matter of being stingy.

If they were to eat such delicacies as insect limbs every day, they would find it difficult to swallow the food at the hotel.

It's a pity that such delicious food is so rare.

Gobert somewhat regretted not getting off the carriage to buy insect limbs in time after the battle, fearing there might be any remaining magical beasts.

Back in his tent, Gobert instructed his captain of the guard, "If Lord Moran sells anything else, be sure to let me know!"

"Yes!" the guard captain replied.

It seems that from now on, even mages will be vying for Lord Moran's things!

At night, the guards voluntarily arranged a night watch schedule, which was a routine for them and they were already used to it.

Moran didn't say much, and he and his "apprentices" returned to their respective tents.

She had predicted before that tonight would be safe.

Although the Ironclad Beetle is an omnivorous magical beast, it can eat grass, meat, and even soil.

But if any other creatures were to intrude into their territory, they would be immediately overthrown and annihilated, just like the ones they encountered during the day.

The fact that the iron beetles could stay here and encounter them proves that the surrounding magical beasts and wild animals are no match for them. Gradually, the other magical beasts and wild animals will realize that this grassland is dangerous.

The scent left by the iron beetle is still lingering, so no other wild beasts or magical creatures will approach for the time being.

Moran returned to his tent and used his divination magic to predict the night's fortune, and the result was excellent.

She then went off to study human alchemy with peace of mind.

Nothing happened that night.

The convoy resumed its journey the following morning.

Moran and her companions' carriage was still at the front.

This time, however, the three carriages and guards behind them followed very closely.

Having witnessed Moran's strength yesterday, we're definitely heading into the Colorado Mountains today. It'll be safer to stay closer to her.

Just as they reached the foot of the mountain, the carriage in front of them stopped.

That familiar figure stood on the roof of the carriage again.

At first, I didn't know what was going on, but when I heard a roar, I realized that another mid-level magical beast had attacked.

This time, she only used a mid-level spell, a thick golden arrow, but it worked just as well, piercing right through it. The arrow entered through its eye, and the monster collapsed instantly, without even being scratched.

They skinned it, cut off its teeth, claws, and tail, and took the rest away, leaving it aside.

The convoy moved forward again.

The guards and mages glanced regretfully at the monster's corpse lying to one side, all thinking the same thing: "What a pity! We can't eat it..."

The convoy entered the mountains, and the road became increasingly difficult to travel.

It's obvious that no one has walked this way for a long time. Although some traces of the original path can still be seen, many places have gradually been covered by grass and trees and need to be cleared before you can move forward.

The guards scrambled to go to the front of the convoy and clear the way.

What used to be the most dangerous job of clearing roads has now become the safest and most sought-after job.

(End of this chapter)