RoleplayNovel Chapter 59 The Pirate Plan and Mutton Soup
Chapter 59 The Pirate Plan and Mutton Soup
Young Ragnar brought Rogge's sheep back, which helped Rogge a lot.
Roger has decided to leave!
The idea that had been lingering in his mind for a long time was finally ready to be put into practice.
Lately, Roger has felt uneasy.
This restlessness did not stem from a sudden attack by pirates, nor from vigilance against lurking dangers in the surroundings, but rather from a more mysterious, almost divine guidance.
This thought was like a spark buried in a hot coal!
His desire to head north grew stronger each day, overpowering his longing for a comfortable life and his hesitation about the unknown future.
"We should have left long ago!"
Roger shared his thoughts with Gold and the other man.
This wasn't the first time they'd said this to Roger.
Having traveled from Mertenheim to Pendor, they were originally mercenaries who lived on the edge of death.
But they had lived a peaceful life in Duanpo Village for far too long!
Stability is stability,
But the burning passion for adventure that they held in their hearts only grew hotter and hotter!
"It's time to go on an adventure! If I stay here any longer, I'll start gaining weight!"
Gold was leaning against a pine tree trunk, wiping his longsword with a cloth, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed excitement.
Roger smiled but didn't say anything.
The period of reflection and struggle had completely transformed him.
With a significant improvement in his physique, his level steadily reached level ten!
With his combat skills developed based on the "Eye of Insight," Roger is confident that he can take on bandits of the same level one-on-one!
He was no longer the Roger who was kicked to the ground by a robber and could only wait for someone to rescue him!
Roger had a clear plan in mind.
Upon discovery, Roger wanted to recruit some young people from Broken Amber Village who wanted to embark on an adventure!
The current Rogge is ready to recruit able-bodied villagers!
Through a fight together in the morning
By leading the villagers to this safe location
Through his actions, such as treating the wounded, he has earned the goodwill of many villagers!
Having gained some prestige, Rogge has already won the approval of some people in the village!
With his current reputation in Duanpo Village, recruiting three to five young people to travel together would be no difficult task.
But this is not enough.
Rogge wanted to further enhance his reputation and also to offer some warmth to those living in grief so they could continue to live!
He planned to stew all five sheep for the hungry villagers!
Nothing helps one recover from grief better than a hot meal.
Sadness is only temporary; living well is the main theme of life!
When he announced his decision, the entire camp fell silent for a moment, then erupted in uproar.
"May the goddess forever protect you, kind and generous Master Rogge!"
"Brother Roger, this is our property..."
"Rogge, you're going too far..."
"..."
At Roger's instruction, the villagers who brought their own cooking utensils contributed them.
Most people's faces were filled with excitement and anticipation.
However, a few elderly people who had been frugal their whole lives frowned and stepped forward to dissuade them.
"Master Rogge, no offense, but what time is it now? The pirates are still down the mountain, and we don't know how many days this food will last..."
An elderly woman with gray hair tugged at his sleeve, her voice full of heartache.
But these sheep belong to Rogge and his family!
They couldn't take the live sheep with them anyway, and they had planned to get rid of them.
Even if we wanted to leave it for the villagers, it wouldn't be fair to divide it among any family. It would be better to stew it all together so that everyone present could have a sip of hot soup and a bite of meat!
Rogge is not short of denars now, especially after Rogge delivered the weapons and some villagers made up the difference!
Sell the sheep to the villagers?
Just a few dozen dinars?
Gold said he couldn't do it!
He can forge a longsword worth hundreds of silver dinars!
There's no need to take that little bit of money from the villagers!
Gold and Virgil strongly agreed with Rogge's decision.
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With a dozen or so large cooking pots, Gode and Virgil got to work without a word.
During this period, Roger stewed mutton several times, and the two of them assisted him, having already learned about five or six tenths of the skill.
With the clear division of labor among nearly twenty villagers, some were dedicated to processing the mutton, while others were dedicated to preparing the firewood.
Some meticulous women were responsible for washing the pottery jars and removing the debris, while others were leveling the ground and building wood-burning stoves...
In no time, the five plump old sheep were cleaned up and prepared...
Roger didn't bother removing the tendons or fascia, nor did he care about the mutton's gamey smell.
For farmers who might not get to eat meat all year round, the rich aroma and gamey smell of meat are the ultimate delicacy!
Moreover, the fat in mutton is the nutrient they urgently need right now!
More than a dozen wood-fired stoves were quickly set up in the center of the camp, with large chunks of mutton stewing in various sizes of earthenware pots.
Five old sheep, stewed all at once!
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At the foot of the mountain, within the village of Duanpo,
Stan, the "Spinebreaker," stands before a table that is shaking violently. On the table sits a naked woman, covered in bruises, barely alive...
A subordinate rushed in to report to the leader:
"leader!"
"The second batch of tribal warriors has arrived! Another 150 men, all assembled at the village entrance awaiting orders!"
Upon hearing this, Stan's eyes lit up instantly. Under the habitual gaze of his subordinates, he slowly pulled up his trousers and walked out.
Once outside, a captain stepped forward to report:
"Chief, Godoyal's orders..."
Heading north, they will plunder villages along the way, making as much noise as possible to lure the enemy lord out of the city!
Looking at the nearly three hundred tribal warriors, Stan burst into laughter.
He originally had more than 120 warriors under his command, plus the newly arrived 150, making a total of nearly 280 pirates!
This is the strongest lineup Stan has ever used to raid villages!
Even if he were to face some minor lords now, he would be confident of fighting them head-on!
Even though he knew in his heart that he was nothing more than bait thrown out by his brother Godot.
Just as he was feeling triumphant and planning his route north,
A subordinate shouted at the top of his lungs, "Boss! Look at the mountains in the distance!"
Stan frowned and looked in the direction his subordinate was pointing.
In the distant mountains and forests, a dozen or so wisps of smoke rose straight into the sky, standing out conspicuously!
Stan's face instantly darkened, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his anger surged uncontrollably!
He felt his authority had been challenged! A murderous intent surged within him.
Those damned traitorous lowlifes!
He had assumed that these stray dogs had long since hidden themselves in the deep mountains, trembling with fear!
Unexpectedly, they actually dared to start a fire and cook in a very open manner!
This is blatant provocation!
"A bunch of rats who only know how to run away!" Stan gritted his teeth, his eyes almost overflowing with murderous intent.
He snorted coldly, suppressing the urge to immediately lead his men up the mountain.
Once he finishes his business heading north, he can easily send a small team up there and crush these ignorant rats to death in the mountains!
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The mountain winds will separate the foot of the mountain from the top, creating two different worlds.
The Little Waterfall campsite was already filled with the rich aroma of meat!
Rogge squatted beside a clay pot, the broth inside already boiling, its rich aroma wafting through the camp on the wind.
Roger was already surrounded by children.
Each child looked up with their little faces upturned, their eyes fixed longingly on the pottery jar.
These children are the most innocent, their desires are undisguised, unlike the adults around them who are clearly drooling but still have to hold back!
The children sniffed the aroma of the meat with their little noses, but none of them came forward to make a fuss. They just quietly gathered around, waiting for Roger to feed them.
Virgil handed the sharpened sticks to Roger one by one.
Roger patiently scooped the tender mutton from the pot, skewered it onto a stick, and handed it to each child one by one.
"Be careful, it's hot! Eat slowly, there's a pot reserved especially for you!"
The adults not far away watched this scene quietly.
Those eyes that were originally numb, fearful, and sad gradually melted away.
After stabbing a piece of mutton with his dagger and tasting it to confirm that it was thoroughly stewed and cooked through, Roger stood up and loudly announced to the villagers who had gathered around:
"Dinner's ready!"
The villagers who had been waiting nearby rushed forward instantly.
Those with quick eyes and hands have already reached out and scooped the meat out of the pot!
Chaos erupted, and looting nearly broke out!
"Stop it, everyone!" Roger frowned and immediately shouted to stop the chaotic crowd.
He immediately reassigned several militiamen and attentive women to distribute mutton and broth.
Five sheep, divided among more than four hundred people, mean that each person can only get a small piece of meat!
Fortunately, there was plenty of mutton soup from the stew, so you could drink as much as you wanted.
Order was restored at the camp.
Many militiamen ate the piping hot mutton soup and gnawed on the hard, dark bread. With each bite, their mouths were filled with the rich, oily flavor, and their eyes welled up with tears.
For them, in these precarious days,
Being able to eat a bite of meat and drink a bowl of rich soup is already the greatest happiness!
The mountain breeze carried the aroma of meat and the gradually emerging sounds of laughter, echoing through the campsite.
Rogge glanced at his stats instinctively:
[Reputation (Broken Amber Village): 70!]
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