Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 214: Headhunting Holy Land, Becoming an Evil Dragon

On the northern border of the "World Serpent - Celestial Circumference" that circles the entire world.

On an unknown island that has not yet been recorded on the official nautical chart of the "Lighthouse Federation".

The campfire crackled.

An unknown giant fish, longer than a human, was placed on a wooden pole and flipped over the flames, sizzling with oil as it roasted.

The fish skin is slightly charred and the fish meat is white. The rich fat oozes out golden oil beads that drip into the fire, bursting with sparks and making the tempting aroma even more intense.

Sprinkled with snow-white salt and spices secretly prepared by a second-level gourmet, everyone sitting around the campfire was salivating.

"It's cooked, let's eat!"

A group of fierce pirates have lived on this island for more than ten days, most of them have long been unkempt.

But thanks to the abundant supply of fresh water, it is still relatively clean.

When they heard the order to eat, they immediately reached out and grabbed the hot fish in front of them and began to devour it.

Although this meal was simple, it was much better than the sailing biscuits eaten on ocean voyages.

There were many similar bonfires in this fairly large camp, and together with the pirates patrolling outside, there were nearly two hundred people.

"Tsk tsk, you guys are like wild boars that can't eat fine bran. This is a real delicacy for us, not some roasted sea fish."

The gourmet chef [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred sat on a bluestone with a straight back and did not compete with his crew for the fish.

First he slowly took a big gulp of rum.

He used a branch to dig out two black lumps of mud from the fire, and then knocked open the mud shells, revealing two big, fat, fragrant chickens.

This is the delicacy that Alfred cooked himself according to the secret recipe given to him by his captain Byron - "Beggar's Chicken"!
"Beggar's Chicken? That's a really strange name.

Moreover, I still haven’t figured out the secrets of many of the dishes on that recipe.

For example: Why is there no wife in wife cake? Why is there no fish in fish-flavored pork strips? Why is there no lion in lion head?
Although the captain is a talented cook, his talent for naming is truly elusive.

Could this be the legendary quirk that masters have?"

The man who claimed to have whiskey flowing in his veins was shaking his head, taking a sip of liquor and a bite of fat chicken, enjoying the meal very much.

Moreover, as a second-level gourmet, his appetite is extremely amazing.

In no time, he stuffed a huge fat chicken that was much bigger than usual into his stomach. He looked at the second one with some regret and smacked his lips:
“Chickens of different breeds taste completely different when cooked the same way.

Although the chickens produced here are three or four times the size of Old World pheasants, their meat is too tough and not as delicious as the latter.

However, I did discover a brand new ingredient here, so I didn’t return empty-handed.

I will add this chicken to the list of delicacies in the [Silver Law], and it should be barely classified as the lowest level third-level delicacy.

As for the naming, I think this kind of chicken is most likely unique to the New World behind the celestial circulation belt. It has a black body and a red head, a huge body, and a comb that looks like it's on fire.

Why not just call it turkey!
I thank the Creator for his generosity in giving this world, and I also thank the Captain for letting me cook it in a way that it is not so unpalatable.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his spirituality grew slightly.

Apparently, just as he had experienced it personally, this thing was not delicious, and even the collective subconscious of the entire human race agreed.

Alfred tore off another turkey leg and gobbled it up, shaking his head inwardly:

“What a pity, even though I got a set of novel and delicious gourmet recipes from the captain.

The turkey was novel enough, but its taste and difficulty in catching it were totally unworthy of the life menu I was using to advance to the third level.

I hope that in future adventures, I can find a more suitable target that will allow me to take a crucial step and become a mid-sequence transcendent."

The promotion ritual for gourmets is mainly achieved through the continuous improvement of the menu of life.

It includes eight dishes in dining etiquette: appetizer, soup, side dish (fish), side dish (poultry), main course, vegetable salad, dessert, and beverage.

The more sophisticated and unique the cooking techniques used in the Life Menu, the more precious and delicious the ingredients, the more difficult they are to capture, and the greater the boost you get after completing the promotion.

[Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred had been in the Second Stage for who knows how many years, long before Byron came to the Bantaan Islands.

Some time ago, I worked as a chef for Byron and had eaten countless unique delicacies, and my spirituality improved very quickly.

Among all the crew members of the privateer fleet, he was the first to be promoted to the third rank.

After having a good meal and a good drink, Alfred picked his teeth with a fish bone in his mouth.

While asking the two native [Eagle Spirit Warriors] who were in charge of patrol work and had just flown back from the island:

“How was the investigation?
Two weeks is the latest period for the disease to develop. More than ten days have passed. How many trial participants are left from the headhunting tribe on the island?"

Obviously, no matter what this advance team that set out early forgot, they would never forget the task assigned by Byron.

The reason why I have the leisure time to eat, drink and study food here.

It's just because something else is killing, or rather massacring, for them!

"Captain, they are almost all dead.

Only a few dozen of them still had the fighting power left. They had already terminated their coming-of-age rites and gathered near the Headhunting Temple in the Holy Land. However, these Headhunters were really disgusting.

Not only do they headhunt, they also eat people.

Captain, you didn't see that there was plenty of food on the island, but the living headhunters not only chopped off the heads of the dead.

They also ate the corpses of their pox-ridden companions.

From what they said in their conversation, it turned out that they felt they could draw strength to cure the smallpox plague from the corpses of their own kind.

Although this did not work, it made sure that everyone could not escape the fate of being infected.”

When the native scout said this, his face turned a little blue, and it was obvious that he was disgusted by the scene he saw during the reconnaissance just now.

"Cannibalism?"

Hear his words.

Several pirate officers who were sitting around the campfire with Alfred collectively looked up at him, with a trace of pale green light flashing deep in their eyes.

Alfred looked calm as usual. He winked at the people around him, warning them to be more restrained.

After all, the Bloodthirsty Cult, during their Bloody Mary-faction reign, was best known for... Ghouls!
Eating one's own kind is a very common thing.

The thing I dislike most about the headhunters is that these fellows are unwilling to even use culinary techniques like the [Blood Holy Grail] to process them?

It's so primitive and barbaric!
Blood Red Whiskey calmed down his defeated companion, then turned around and nodded to the unaware scout:

“I have to say that although poisoning is a sinister act, it does have a pretty good effect.

Without this powerful weapon, it would be very difficult to capture the holy land of the headhunters. It would come at a heavy price.

Once the other large headhunting groups on the seven or eight surrounding islands react, we will be the ones to be surrounded and killed.

The captain has already set off. We don't need to wait any longer. Let's get started now."

Who says that the enemy of the bad guys must be a good person in the good camp?

The memory of the second mate on the Teapot just happened to contain information about the location of Crystal Skull No. 12 [North Star God].

This is an archipelago consisting of seven adjacent islands, each with a varying number of headhunting tribes.

The island where the crystal skull is kept is the smallest among them, but it is regarded as a holy place for trials by all headhunters.

The period when the dry season and the rainy season meet is the annual coming-of-age ceremony for all headhunting tribes.

All the headhunting youths who reach the age of eighteen in that year will come to this island to undergo a bloody coming-of-age ceremony in which they hunt each other's heads for a month.

They have to hunt at least one head to become adults, be allowed to enter the headhunting temple to worship, and leave this holy island alive to become a member of the headhunting tribe.

If one can kill everyone in the trial in one go, he will be regarded as having the qualifications to be a king and will be blessed by the ancestral spirits sleeping in the holy land.

No matter how you look at it, it seems more like actively consuming population for limited resources.

then.

Under Alfred's command, this group of lawless guys returned to Yucatan Island before leaving and found the [Weird Bird-Billed Plague Doctor] who was already weak and dying.

It was easy to get fresh smallpox virus from it, and then rushed to the island where the coming-of-age ceremony had already begun.

The plague was secretly released.

Now it seems that the effect is quite good. Without losing a single soldier, they almost wiped out an entire generation of the nearby headhunters.

Moreover, on such an isolated island, the virus will not spread easily and cause accidents.

congratulations.

Alfred wiped the oil off his mouth, pulled out his scimitar and swung it hard, the sound was like thunder:

“It’s harvest time.

Line up, load up, and we're going to wipe out the last resistance on the island."

"As you command, Captain!"

The elite pirates, who had already had their fill of food and drink, stood up and quickly lined up on the beach.

Then nearly two hundred people, carrying flintlock muskets and with high morale, began to march towards the island where corpses were scattered all over the ground.

This ship, the Lancer, is actually a fifth-class cruiser that has been registered for scrapping with the Navy Department.

It has only been in service for five years, which is still very young for a cruiser.

However, the Newman family embezzled it and half sold it and half gave it to their good son-in-law, the pirate general "Bill".

"Bill" was already too busy to do many things and would disappear sooner or later, so he naturally didn't have that much time to wander around the sea.

Therefore, most of the time, the daily training and maritime duty of the ship were handled by Alfred [Blood Red Whiskey].

It is also the pirate ship with the strongest comprehensive combat capability in the current privateering fleet, except for the Golden Deer.

The most important thing is that these people are not only loyal and reliable, but also have extremely low moral standards. With these two swords working together, the mission success rate is always 100%!
(End of this chapter)