MTL - Mercenaries and Adventurers-Chapter 8 , language - where are you from?

This driver guy should be the one in the caravan who is responsible for cooking for the caravan guy. He took out the cooking materials from the suitcase under the driver's seat of the donkey cart he was driving before.

A large piece of hard rye bread, with green hair growing on part of the surface, it must be moldy. A handful of wild vegetables with small purple flowers, which I have never seen before. A piece of carrot was bitten by someone. Half a rabbit, skinned, but only the first half.

The driver was skilled. He first poured water into the pot on the campfire and waited for the water to boil.

Then he pulled out the small dagger on his belt, and with a few clicks, he took the carrot in his hand and cut it into small strips and threw it into the boiling water.

The rabbit cuts in along the gap between the joints and the skeleton, cuts the rabbit into several large pieces and throws them into boiling water.

A large piece of rye bread, the guy was about to cut it with a dagger and scrape it into bread crumbs, and Jamura said: "Cough, cough." He coughed twice and stared at the green hair of the bread, with his coughing sound and eyes. remind him. The buddy scratched his head and smiled, and cut off the green hairy part of the bread with a dagger, and then scraped the hard rye bread into bread foam with a small dagger, and threw it into the pot.

The purple flowers of the wild vegetables are picked, cut into small pieces with a small dagger, and thrown into boiling water.

The fat oozes out of the meat and floats on top of the soup. The wild vegetables were shocked by the water, stained with oil, and the color became brighter. Carrots add sweetness to the soup. The hard rye bread was scraped with a knife and turned into bread foam, and then soaked in soup, making the soup thicker.

Jamura and the other drivers finished their work and gathered in front of the campfire. They took off their shoes and exchanged greetings.

Zhao Ji wanted to come over to see if there was any food for him, but the caravan took off his shoes. The smell dissuaded him.

Hunger and foot odor go hand in hand.

In the end, the hunger in his belly overcame the smelly feet, and Zhao Ji approached the campfire.

I saw Zhao Ji approaching.

The driver who was cooking stopped the stirring wooden spoon, returned to the donkey cart, took a wooden bowl for Zhao Ji, and handed it to Zhao Ji.

"Thank you." Zhao Ji bowed his head gratefully and said to the driver.

Obviously the driver didn't understand what Zhao Ji said, scratching his head and continuing to stir the dinner in the pot with a wooden spoon.

"Let me tell you, I can assure you that this young man, Kiel, must be from a foreign country!" Jamura, who was sitting by the fire, said to the drivers.

"Cullum, I'm not deaf, I can hear it." A driver who was about the same age as Jamura replied to Jamura.

"You didn't understand what I said. Think about it, where are your ancestors from? My family is from the Palandolu Empire." Jamura asked the drivers around him.

"Well, when I was young, I heard from my grandfather that our family seemed to be in the northern border province of the empire. At that time, the monster tribe was very violent. After the city was broken, no one took care of it! Hey, there is no other way. The whole family moved to From the kingdom," said the driver of Jamura's age group.

The young driver who was stirring the pot took over and said, "Uncle is right. I heard my father talk about the family's ancestors. If there is no other way, who would leave their hometown and come to the kingdom?"

"Hey, the kingdom is not bad, right? Taxes are less, not as fierce as the empire, but it is not safe, and there is nothing. Even so, it is better than the empire. Otherwise, your ancestors could move here and settle here? Your family It’s a late migration. Your grandfather’s generation only came here. At that time, the kingdom’s situation was already good. A few decades earlier, like my ancestors, when they migrated with the lord, our county was poor and white The lord lord just picks a good place, which is our current county town, surrounded by barren trees and hills, and the river floods every year. Those are hard times. Your family picked a good time." James Ra said.

Everyone around nodded, even the farmer who had finished his meal nodded.

"Actually, that's not what I'm talking about. Tom, where did your family migrate from?" Jamura asked a bearded driver next to him.

"From the Principality of Bonania on the Great Plains of the Empire, famine, and war. I can't make it through, so I can only come to the kingdom." The bearded driver Tom replied.

"Kingman, where's your house?" Jamura asked another driver.

The driver named Jinman rubbed his hands uneasily, and replied, "It's the Anluni region where the Kingdom and the Empire border. My father was exiled to the Kingdom because he offended the local nobles."

Jamura nodded after listening, and said: "Look, everyone is from the empire, and all the people in our kingdom have migrated from the empire. Everyone speaks the language of the empire, and they can communicate with each other." Understand. No one can understand what Kiel said. What does that mean? (everyone shakes their heads) Kiel is not from the Kingdom, not even from the Empire. How far away is the place!" Jamura said the last sentence, looking at Zhao Ji.