The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 722 Ch.721 The Rebellious Tomato

The 'unique wine' that Jerez is talking about is a sherry made from fish bones.

It is called fish bone aging.

According to legend, a ship once got lost and ran aground, and the sailors were infected with an unknown disease - they were saved by the locals using sherry and roasted swordfish bones.

When the captain tasted the barrel wine mixed with charred fish bones, he found his mouth filled with the aroma of smoked sea salt and almond butter.

Later, after two or three generations, the recipe was finally finalized.

This is the origin of fish bone wine, or fish bone aging.

——It’s a legend.

To be honest, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fabrication.

But some people just buy into this.

Whenever they talked about fish bone aging, they would tell the travelers with a mysterious look on their faces, repeatedly telling the story of the stranded ship:

But if you want to ask why swordfish bones are necessary, why sherry is necessary, where is the place where the voyage ran aground, what color the locals are, what language they speak, where are they from -

When you ask these questions, you will only get the same answer:
Get lost.

This is how Herrez introduced Roland and the others.

——Don’t take it too seriously, it’s just a gimmick.

It's enough that it tastes good.

Fishbone aging uses unique glass cups: when using glass cups in a messy place like a pub, the possibility of breakage of the glass must first be taken into account in the price.

Don’t keep people waiting for pickled melons.

In just one or two minutes, he carried the plate over like an acrobat.

There was a row of glasses filled with dark brown wine, and a charred fish bone was placed in each glass.

Fernandez picked it up and drank it all.

Wiped his mouth.

"A bit girly."

This is his assessment.

High enough.

At least it’s not bad to drink.

Blade took a few sips of the drink separately and agreed with Fernandez’s assessment: “It’s too creamy and becomes cloying after a few glasses.”

Roland liked it very much.

Fernandez: “Women drink.”

Roland: “I’m a pussy.”

Shandel laughed beside him.

Fernandez rolled his eyes, not wanting to pay attention to him, and stretched his neck to imitate Jerez calling Tom and Pickle: "Give us something manly to drink!"

The sailors around howled a few times and joked with each other.

"…I passed by Jeffrey's window last night and heard his wife yell something similar."

"What?"

"'Give me some men!'"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Fuck you."

Roland quietly approached Shandel and said, "I bet the one who cursed must be named Jeffrey."

Once you get used to the atmosphere of the pub, this rough and tumble, sleazy paradise of drunkenness and foul language, you can actually feel happy - some people, I mean.

“…I saw it last time! There was shit on your pants!”

"I told you, I accidentally sat on the coffee!"

"Look, he said 'coffee' and I've never heard of coffee with fern in it!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Jeffrey got his revenge.

Although he was still in a bad mood.

Some women who come here to work shuttle among the drunks. They look for men who are not drunk enough and can pay money - regular customers already have their own girls, and these wandering ones must not meet their requirements in some way.

For example, price, attitude, or something hard to put into words.

By the time Wooden-legged Tom brought out the chicken bones, three waves of girls had come up to Roland and Fernandez.

Ms. Blade said Fernandez was just a hookup.

This made the captain very dissatisfied.

"I'm much stronger than this guy."

The lady agreed, but pointed out that the three girls had "voluntarily lowered the price" for Roland - but Fernandez maintained the original price. What did that mean?
Fernandez puffed out his chest and tried to save the situation by force: "It means I look richer."

Roland nodded: "Just like this, ma'am." Fernandez was annoyed: "What do you mean by 'just like this'?"

As he was talking, another girl came over.

She was wearing a soft skirt that was about to burst out, the charm between her eyebrows was grown by eating dirty words, and her playful curled hair trimmed a lovely outline.

She was charming and amorous, and she had a way of making a drunkard look like the tail fin of a spawning salmon.

But considering her safety, Rolando refused coldly without saying a word.

Shandel was somewhat dissatisfied.

She was about to agree to the first three on Roland's behalf.

"Xindel, we have a mission."

"The mission isn't that important."

The gray-haired girl took a sip of beer, her cheeks puffed up slightly, and she said angrily: "Why can't you agree to it? It's only four shillings."

Jerez cheered on the side: "You have a good partner, Collins. To be honest, I am a little envious."

That wouldn't be the case if you heard what she just said.

'I want to see it, Roland, I want to see it.'

and then?
Then, just before she reached heaven, he cut her trachea with a dagger.

In this way, she was in a state of two extreme overlaps.

Extreme fear.

Extremely happy.

The Father of All does not allow His followers to breathe.

Shandel had only seen similar expressions on cultists' faces—she planned to hold her shoulders down, or push harder.

It must be very interesting.

"Come on."

Roland didn't care about Shandel's hobbies, but she didn't want him to be with her.

"Why not," he shook the slightly sharp fish bone in the glass, "bring a few bottles of beer that can be poured, and find a room with a mirror..."

Shandel thought about it.

I was a little distracted for a while.

Someone spoke to the table next to him - Jeffrey's table.

"It's a good thing you didn't agree, bro."

Roland: “Why?”

"That woman is not very good."

Jeffrey himself also joined in, and when he mentioned the girl just now, he seemed to be full of complaints:

“She eats oranges.”

“…I’m sorry, what did you say?”

"I say, she eats oranges!" Geoffrey cries.

In the noisy pub, the gentleman talked for a long time before he explained the matter clearly.

This woman is quite famous.

Many people were initially attracted by the face and the bulging skirt.

later.

They found that she always liked to do her own things while they were busy - which was very frustrating.

Like Jeffrey said.

They went to the room that was specially painted dark, hugged each other and fell into the soft blanket, in a magnanimous and generous preparation call, when the men tried to make their sins last longer and repent later -

She would remain silent and pull something unappealing from her coat pocket.

For example, cherry tomatoes.

Or walnuts, or oranges.

She would pry it apart with her hands, pry it apart, eat a small petal, pick up another small petal, and ask Geoffrey:
'Do you want to eat it?'

This is undoubtedly frustrating.

——For thousands of years, humans have followed some old-fashioned but well-reasoned actions:
There should be no oranges among them.

Cherry tomatoes.

Or nuts that make a crunchy sound when chewed - even those that require you to use your front teeth and thumb to pry open the skin.

It's totally treasonous!
"I'd rather buy a fish that wants to live more."

As Jeffrey shouted, a beer-like cheer suddenly broke out in the pub.

(End of this chapter)