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Chapter 78 I figured this pot of mushrooms should be cooked by now.

The bonfires, large and small, at the banquet were still burning, making them perfect for a private meal.

The orange-red flames licked at the pile of fungal fuel blocks propped up by scrap metal frames, occasionally popping out a spark or two.

Orcs lay sprawled on the ground, snoring all around them, completely oblivious to what the three shrimps were doing.

Rhodes found an open space a little away from the main banquet area, squatted down by a pile of still-warm campfire embers, and helped Aria empty all the contents of her bag.

Besides the pile of ordinary light gray and off-white mushrooms, there was also a small bunch of high-quality morel mushrooms underneath.

The honeycomb-shaped mushroom caps are complete and plump, with a dark brown to yellowish color. When you squeeze them in your hand, you can feel a dry elasticity. At the bottom of the cloth bag is a palm-sized ceramic bottle. When you pull out the cork, a light aroma of plant oil wafts out.

Aliya glanced at the ceramic vase, then at Rhodes.

His lips moved, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

Did she recognize those mushrooms? No. Had she ever seen those ceramic jars? No. As for where her lord captain conjured these things from? She didn't want to know, at least not now. She'd been hungry all night, her stomach was starting to rumble, and investigating the source of the food wasn't a wise choice at the moment.

It wasn't difficult to find a relatively clean iron pot from the ruins of the banquet. A passing fart even ran over to help by handing over a spatula, probably because it saw someone was about to start cooking and its professional instincts kicked in. Then, it was stared at by Liriel and slunk away.

Rod broke the mushrooms into evenly sized pieces, cut the morel mushrooms in half to reveal the pale yellow inner walls through their honeycomb-like cross-sections, and sliced ​​the common mushrooms into thick pieces. He then arranged all the mushrooms on an iron plate he had picked up nearby for later use. He then poured the oil from the earthenware bottle into the heated iron pot.

Once the oil was boiling and bubbles appeared on the surface of the noodles, Rod poured all the mushroom blocks in at once.

With a sizzling sound.

A series of rapid crackling sounds erupted from the iron pot, as the oil coated each piece of mushroom meat. Heat rose from the bottom of the pot, and an aroma completely different from the pungent smell of orc banquets began to spread around the campfire.

A clean and mild mushroom aroma.

The rich, nutty flavor unique to morel mushrooms is enhanced by the hot oil, creating a striking contrast with the lingering musty, beer-like aroma in the surrounding air.

The mushroom slices tumbled in the pot, their edges gradually tightening and caramelizing, turning from light gray to a beautiful amber color. The juices and oils seeping from the honeycomb texture of the morel mushrooms blended together, forming a thin layer of light golden sauce at the bottom of the pot, which bubbled up as the spatula stirred.

Without salt or spices, it relies entirely on the natural flavors of the ingredients.

But the scent alone was enough to change the expressions of the two people next to me.

Aliya's gaze, unusually shifting from professional mode, turned to focus on the progress in the pot, the end of her golden ponytail swaying slightly as she leaned forward.

Lillie was more direct. She had somehow produced three iron bowls the size of washbasins and placed them neatly next to the campfire. The rims of the bowls still had some residual moldy beer stains on them, which she wiped twice with her sleeve.

Three bowls of stir-fried mushrooms were scooped out. Although there was no staple food, the mushrooms were plentiful, with amber-colored mushroom slices piled up to the rim of the bowls, glistening with a thin layer of oil. It was more than enough to fill our stomachs.

Aliya took the bowl without any hesitation.

She picked up a piece of mushroom with her fingers and put it in her mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, her brows relaxed, and the tense lines of her face that had been taut all night finally showed signs of relaxation.

Lillie ate even faster, taking several bites at a time, until her cheeks were bulging.

Rhodes also took a bite.

After being pan-fried in hot oil, the outer layer of the morel mushroom becomes slightly crispy, while the inside remains juicy. The texture of morel mushrooms is particularly good, chewy yet springy, with a sweet aftertaste. It's a pure, unspoiled aroma that allows you to briefly immerse yourself in the pristine world of nature.

It tasted much better than I expected.

Just as Rod was about to add another half bowl to his bowl, a series of heavy footsteps came from the other side of the campfire.

It seems there are still people who haven't been completely drunk by those fungal wines at this orc banquet and won't wake up all night. And that person is someone Rhodes and the others know, one of the Bloodaxe officers, Snagrim.

The military cap was put back on its head, tilted at a slight angle. Its green face still showed a hint of grogginess from just waking up from drunkenness, but its nostrils twitched a few times, and its two small eyes turned towards the direction of the scent. It was clear that it was attracted by this aroma, which was completely different from the orc banquet.

It walked to the campfire, looked down at the iron pot in Rhodes' hand, glanced at the leftovers in the three people's bowls, and finally brought the iron pot close to its surface to smell it.

"Mushrooms?" Snagrim's voice carried a hint of confusion. "—What kind of mushrooms? They smell different."

"Yes, want some?" Rod looked up at it.

Snagrim's expression underwent a very subtle change. First, his eyes lit up, driven purely by curiosity. Orcs are naturally interested in things they haven't seen before, especially edible things they've never seen before.

The curiosity was quickly suppressed by the Bloodaxe officer's reserve, and his expression returned to its usual composure. He cleared his throat and nodded, as if to say, "Since you've invited me, I can't refuse."

Rod was equally unambiguous.

Anyway, he could always get more of this stuff from the control panel, as much as he wanted. He casually tossed the remaining fresh mushrooms from the cloth bag into the pot, giving a generous portion this time. Including the mushrooms left over from before, it was almost twice the amount for the three people. But given the orcs' appetites, giving them the amount by human standards would probably not even be enough to fill their teeth.

The oil was still hot, and the mushrooms sizzled as they hit the pan, releasing their aroma once again.

A few passing fart spirits smelled the aroma and tried to peek over, but Snagrim slapped them away without even saying goodbye.

After the second batch was cooked, Rhodes handed the entire iron pot directly to Snagrim.

The orc took the pot, and without using any utensils, he reached in with his rough green hands, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

I chewed it twice.

Its chewing speed was a beat slower.

It wasn't because it tasted bad; quite the opposite, it was because the flavor in its mouth was completely different from what it expected. The fungi that orcs were used to eating had a strong, rough, and stimulating flavor—either so spicy they burned the throat, or so intensely flavorful that they took a bold and unrestrained approach.

But the taste of these mushrooms in my mouth was warm and gentle, like something it had never encountered before, seeping from the surface of its tongue all the way to the roots of its teeth. They were not aggressive at all, yet they lingered in my mouth.

The entire pot of mushrooms was devoured in less than a minute, leaving only a thin layer of oil and a few crumbs of mushroom bits at the bottom of the pot. Snagrim put the pot down and wiped the oil residue from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"How is it?" Rod asked.

Snagrim opened his mouth.

Judging from its expression, it probably meant to say something like, "It's alright, but not quite right for a greenskin." In the social etiquette of the Bloodaxe Clan, this kind of response is considered to be both polite and respectful as an orc, a standard answer that leaves no room for criticism.

Its lips did move, and its throat made a preparatory movement to speak, but before it could utter a word, Snagrim's expression froze.

It wasn't the kind of pause where one is thinking or choosing words, nor was it the occasional daze of an orc due to indigestion. Rather, the entire orc seemed frozen in place, from head to toe, as if something had stopped him in his tracks. His pupils were slightly dilated, his mouth was half-open, and the expression in his small eyes beneath his military cap was filled with something that Rhodes couldn't quite understand.

Aliya's hand instinctively reached for the weapon at her waist.

Liriel put down her bowl, her body tensing slightly.

The firelight shone on Snagrim's motionless face, highlighting the sharp angles of his stiff, green features.

Snagrim then came to his senses.

Then it looked down at its right hand, clenched its fist, then relaxed it, then clenched it again.

The rough, green fist clenched three times in the firelight, each time revealing more pronounced muscle lines on the forearm, and the knuckles cracked softly. Snagrim's expression slowly shifted from frozen to a kind of indescribable bewilderment. It wasn't that he was unwell; quite the opposite, he felt better than ever before.

The only downside might be the confusion of "it feels like there's something extra in my body, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Instead of explaining its abnormality, it slapped a snoring orc boy lying sprawled on the ground next to it.

That slap was quite forceful, waking the orc from his dream.

"Who! Which blind brat!"

The orc boy sat up abruptly, his bloodshot eyes wide and bulging, his fists clenched, cursing under his breath as he prepared to fight. But upon recognizing Snagrim standing before him, his profanity abruptly changed, and his clenched fist transformed into a somewhat imperfect but unmistakably sincere Imperial Star Guard salute.

The palm was placed slightly off-center on the side of the forehead, and the angle of the elbow was also not quite right, but it is already quite remarkable to be able to do this well among a group of green-skinned people.

Rhodes recognized the orc.

He's the unlucky guy who almost got bitten and killed by Skug in the face-biting contest. The wound on his nose, where flesh was missing, is still open, and the edges of the wound have started to scab over. The green scabs gleam darkly under the campfire.

"Sir, what do you need me for?"

"You, try this." Snagrim pointed to the half-full pot of stir-fried mushrooms remaining in the iron pot next to Rhodes.

The orc boy looked bewildered, but military orders were absolute, at least in the Bloodaxe Clan. He walked over and squatted down next to the iron pot, looked down at the amber-colored mushroom slices in the pot, and then sniffed them.

"What's this? A fungus that grows on shrimp?"

"Stop talking nonsense and eat."

The orc boy grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, his expression was exactly the same as Snagrim's when he took the first bite: he was slightly taken aback, then his brows furrowed, and his mouth moved, clearly savoring the taste in his mouth that was completely different from the orc fungus.

"Not flavorful enough." It finished chewing and swallowed, smacked its lips, and gave a very green-skinned evaluation: "That's how bland shrimp food is."

It stopped halfway through its sentence.

Like Snagrim, the entire orc froze for a few seconds.

Then, in the next instant, it sprang up from the ground with such force that Rhodes took a half-step back. The orc boy's pupils suddenly contracted and then dilated, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and the still-healing wound on his nose was pulled open by his taut facial muscles, causing it to split open again, but he didn't care at all, and turned around and charged towards the center of the town.

"Another round of face-biting contest!! This time I'm going to eat three in one go!!"

The sound was so loud that it woke up at least four or five orcs who were fast asleep nearby. Two of them rolled over and went back to sleep, while the other three sat up groggily. They probably didn't hear what it shouted, but the words "face-biting contest" were just as attractive to the orcs as Waaaaaagh. Several of the awakened greenskins began to stagger toward the sound.

Rhodes watched the orc boy's retreating figure disappear into the darkness, remaining silent for two seconds.

Did I not cook this pot of mushrooms completely?

Then Rhode opened the system panel in his mind.

He should have checked the properties of this pot of food a long time ago.

The information on the panel popped up one by one.

Stir-fried mushrooms

[A natural, unprocessed fragrance.]

[Source: Cooking]

[Buff Effect Attack (+2)]

[Last 10 hours]

[Treatment Efficacy]:

[+135 Energy +60 Health]

【Ingredients: Common mushrooms (1), Morel mushrooms (1), Oil (1)】

Attack +2.

In Stardew Valley, you can either ignore all buffs and go straight to the forty-story mine, or you can just use a bunch of explosives to blast through the mines.

The benefit from cooking in the kitchen is negligible in the context of that farming game.

But it's a completely different story when it comes to green-skinned animals.

Orcs are inherently driven by an insatiable thirst for battle. They fight based on instinct and brute force, and can dismantle most of their opponents into pieces even without any buffs or assistance.

Now, they suddenly have an extra layer of attack power amplification from an unknown source that directly affects their physical functions, which is probably similar to giving them stimulants.

Although it's unclear how much of a boost "+2" would be for these creatures, whose Waaaaaagh force field can even turn illusions into reality, judging from the orc's performance just now, the actual effect of this boost is probably not simple.

I don't know how much physical enhancement they received, but at least they've mentally energized these green-skinned people.

No wonder Snagrim had such a strange expression when he clenched his fist. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable; he just suddenly felt like he could fight better than usual, but he couldn't figure out why.

Rhodes looked at Snagrim.

Snagrim stared at the pile of leftover stir-fried mushrooms in the iron pot that hadn't been divided up yet, his small eyes darting around under his military cap from time to time.

That's the expression the Bloodaxe Orcs only show when they discover something new with strategic value.

Rhodes shrugged.

It seems that news will soon come from the Bloodaxe Clan that countless orc boys have ascended to the Mushroom Planet.

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