Dancing is not allowed on the grave

After receiving the bag that was bulging and exuding a strong aroma, Lancelot led Syl through the dark path on the second floor of the dungeon.

"what is this?"

"There is a tavern in Karami now, and I packed some, but there are not many dishes." Thinking that Lancelot had lost his sense of taste, Seale did not comment on the taste of the food.

The former was not surprised, but said in a cheerful tone, "Your Highness still hasn't changed."

Syl blinked, and quickly realized that he was talking about the past, His Royal Highness also brought food to the depths of the snow-capped mountains to feed the little foxes.

Unlike the darkness all the way before, a soft light illuminated the field of vision not far away.

The whole body of the glowing mushroom is translucent milky white. The cap stretches and shrinks, breathing like life. The light range also moves accordingly. The spores float away with faint fluorescent light, lighting up the originally dark path.

Syl was a little curious, and squatted down next to the mushroom on the roadside, "What kind of mushroom is this, I don't think I've seen it before?"

Lancelot glanced at it, "It only grows in the underground world, and it was eaten up by them before."

"They" naturally refers to the dark forces that follow the devil.

After the leader fell into a deep sleep, the old minions lived in the darkness of the underground world, but as an evil race in the usual sense, these undead and demons don't know what resource regeneration and sustainable development are, and they eat whatever they see. The plants of the underground world are on the verge of extinction.

"pat, pat..."

In the shadows, more than a dozen pairs of eyes shone with faint green light, and saliva dripped on the ground, splashing corrosive white smoke.

Syl's back felt cold, and he raised his hand and drew out the Judgment Sword, the pure white flame reflected the lurker in the shadows.

They were monsters with slender limbs, crawling on the ground, their skin was dark green like a lizard, and they were drooling at the mushrooms with their mouths open.

They were originally focused on the fungus plants, but only after being dazzled by the flames did they notice the two walking out of the darkness.

"Demon, Lord Demon King——"

"We're not going to eat it," said the reptile, wiping his saliva.

Its partner echoed: "Yes, yes, we definitely have no plans to cut it into a dozen pieces, wrap it in spider silk, slime slime stew..."

Searle looked away, a little amused.

How pitiful, is this the only cooking method for underground monsters?

But this is also reasonable, after all, under the plunder of this group of greedy monsters, except for the fruits condensed by the dark elements, there are only a few renewable ingredients left.

Lancelot also took this into consideration. After returning, he strictly prohibited them from eating and destroying new plants, and prepared to slowly restore the ecological chain of the underground world.

Seeing their horror, Seale unwrapped the package and took out a packaged cream stew.

Open the lid of the box, the sweet and greasy aroma permeates in the corrupt air underground, the eyes of the reptiles are bright, but they dare not approach due to the coercion of the Lord Demon King.

Syl walked up to them, knelt down and put the food on the ground, beckoning to the monsters like he used to feed the little foxes.

The reptiles looked at each other hesitantly, but in the end they couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, and approached slowly. The leading one stretched out its claws towards the stew and scooped up some soup.

It licked cautiously.

The monster that hadn't tasted the sweetness for thousands of years began to spin and jump screaming, and then lay down straight on the ground with a "boom".

Under the watchful eyes of the devil, the monsters did not dare to compete, they lined up to eat the cream stew, licked their paws, and one of the leaders came over and rubbed them flatteringly.

The barb on his face nearly tore Searle's trousers.

Seale: Scalp tingling.

Later, when he followed Lancelot through the skeleton market and the dwarf workshop, he followed the same pattern and distributed the food brought from the ground to the monsters.

The last time I came here, I also took this path, and I didn't see these buildings. It seems that while he was busy in the above-ground town, Lancelot was also rectifying and building the underground world.

Syl squatted by the forge in the workshop for a while and watched the dwarf craftsmen forging iron, thinking of the migrant workers he had placed in the blacksmith shop—since no professional blacksmith could be found for the time being, only a stronger worker was sent to take up the position .

Due to immature technology, the duration of forging equipment and the quality of finished products cannot be guaranteed.

Look at Lancelot's dwarf workshop again - a few of the best dwarf craftsmen are spinning around the forge, drawing design drawings, and the goblins are responsible for mining and transporting from the underground caves, and the rare metals and ores are piled full.

There is also a goblin lab to the left of the workshop.

"I want to grab a craftsman from you and go back."

Hearing Syl's joking tone, Lancelot thought about it seriously, "Yes, if Your Highness needs it, you can also take the metals and ores."

Syl was stunned, "But, if the dwarves enter a human town..."

"It doesn't matter," said Lancelot, "just give them black robes."

Like the technical nerds who are obsessed with research, the dwarves don't like to show their faces. Even if they really follow Syl back to Karami, they will probably spend all day in the blacksmith's forging.

Their work efficiency is extremely high, and the blacksmith shop does not need to arrange other people, which greatly reduces the probability of contact with people.

Seeing Syl's hesitant look, Lancelot continued: "I have enough people here, and they also want to go to the ground."

"is it?"

The devil motioned him to look at the clay pot on the fire in the workshop lounge, in which dark green thick soup was gurgling.

The dwarves sat around, holding the pumpkin soup brought by Syl, and even licked the bowl clean, with a little bit on the tip of their noses.

If anything draws them to the surface, it's food.

Lancelot understood Searle's psychological burden, and further dispelled his doubts, "Metals, ores, or any other materials His Highness needs, can be exchanged with food on the ground."

The barren town lacks resources, and the monsters in the underground world have been hungry for thousands of years, and everyone gets what they need.

Syl's eyes lit up, and Mr. Demon King added, "There is a condition."

"what?"

"It must be traded by you personally, and no one else will be accepted."

Syl understood the demon king's little thoughts, bent his eyes and smiled, raised his hand and slapped his palm, "deal."

After the return of the Demon King, the entire underground world is under construction. The rushes bloom and dandelion-like seeds are scattered, and together with the fluorescent spores, the light that coexists with the darkness is brought to various places, where it takes root and sprouts.

The people living here are all the dead and monsters, but it is a thriving scene.

Syl inspected everywhere under the leadership of Lancelot. The outside food was quickly divided, and the sky could not be seen here, but he felt that it had been a long time, and he was ready to say goodbye to Mr. Demon King and return to his territory.

"Leaving so soon?" Lancelot looked a little unhappy.

Searle explained, "I was going to deliver food to you, so I just took a look and left."

"What about food?"

Syl looked down at his empty hands, feeling a little embarrassed: "Eat it all?"

"Who ate it?"

"Reptiles, goblins, dwarves..." Syl became less confident as he spoke, and his voice gradually decreased.

Lancelot laughed, "Where's mine? I haven't eaten yet?"

"But you can't taste it?" Syl subconsciously defended, and then realized that this remark was inappropriate, and immediately corrected it, "I'll bring it for you next time, and I will definitely do it next time!"

"There will be no next time." The Demon King carried the boy on his shoulders, spread out the huge black wings on his back, and flew towards the gate leading to the palace.

Flying into the air, Syl was still struggling to tear away the man's hand on his waist, "Let go, let me go, I have to go back to farm."

Until he entered the devil's bedroom and was pressed on the soft big bed, he still tried to make a final struggle.

"Then, why don't you hurry up?"

Lancelot: ?

Syl was still talking to himself, "Can I take the dwarves with me when I go back? Take some iron ore..."

He was already on the bed, and he was still thinking about building a civilized city. Lancelot didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, so he took off the boy's clothes bit by bit, and licked and bit the boy's ear.

It's impossible to do anything quickly, and I've brought them back to the nest, so of course I have to taste them slowly.

The elemental crystals above the palace were dimly lit. With the light coming in from the veil, Syl lay on the bed, unfolded the parchment, and tuned to the map of Karami Town.

Now that his back is sore and his back is hurting, he must not be able to go back to work.

After thinking about it, Syl suspended the blacksmith's forging work and sent migrant workers to take care of the vineyard first.

After a series of operations, he handed the map to Lancelot beside him.

Lancelot adjusted the map interface to the inside of the dungeon and tried to build a restaurant.

After completing the operation under Searle's guidance, he closed his eyes.The spiritual consciousness expanded outwards, passing through the palace wall, along the flowing magma river, sweeping across every inch of the underground world like a tide.

A few goblins carried ore to the location where the tavern was built, and the elves of the Black Forest sent wood, and the house really started to be built on the spot—in the dwarf workshop, the craftsmen carved the name of "Dark Cuisine Restaurant" on the iron signboard. typeface.

The soon-to-be Siren Chef sits on the rocks on the lava river bank and writes the menu with a quill pen: swamp mud soup, Q bomb slime jelly...

Lancelot: ...