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Chapter 660: Elgado Village? Just a hotbed for intestinal obstruction!
"Look, look, look! Now *this* is what you call cooking! What the hell do those damn Elgado villagers eat?!"
Looking at the food on the table, which was emitting a powerful aroma, Cheng expressed his heartfelt admiration.
Because hunters are generally big eaters, and there are always people returning from missions 24/7, the Meowscular Chef's Canteen is also open 24 hours a day.
The chef and his assistants are always busy pre-making large quantities of food so that all hungry hunters can get the freshest food as soon as possible.
Among them, enormous pan-fried dragon steaks and grilled dragon skewers are the most common items on a hunter's table.
In front of everyone present was their own set meal wooden tray, piled high with meat products, making Cheng Tian feel a faint resurgence of canker sores.
Sausages grilled until their casings burst and juices flew, mushroom caps turned over with mushroom juice almost overflowing, and half-fist-sized potatoes all skewered on iron rods, with small, already melting and dripping butter equally stuffed into the cracks of the potatoes.
Similarly, plump shrimp, also skewered, were grilled until slightly charred and glistening with oil; large pieces of bacon, also seared on a griddle to render out all the fat, were drizzled with a savory brown sauce; and oversized slices of bread were placed next to the bacon, ready to be cut with a knife or torn by hand, as one preferred.
The most obvious item was undoubtedly the perfectly sliced grilled dragon ribs.
Cheng Tian didn't know anything about Maillard or Quanjude reactions; he just gently pressed the side of his dining knife against it, and the delicious juices mixed with dragon fat flowed out from the cross-section of the meat, making one immediately want to tear off a piece of bread, dip it in, and stuff it into his mouth.
The Chef put down his knife and carefully placed some fennel on the grilled dragon ribs in front of the Guild Master, then let out a satisfied sigh.
This damned sense of ritual!
Cheng, who had no intention of being polite, had already started eating with his hands.
Hunters are all big eaters, and players, unless they haven't added any strength attributes, will inevitably develop large appetites.
This set meal, enough to satisfy a normal adult male's calorie needs for two or three days in a regular world, was just an ordinary meal for hunters.
However, the more delicious the food in front of him, the more Cheng Tian felt sympathy for the people of Elgado Village.
The hunters there not only had no meat to eat, but, in line with regional differences, they ate high-carb, high-sugar meals every day—
Glutinous rice dumplings, day in and day out!
How did the diet get downgraded in a new game release!?
Even if those dumplings could come in various flavors, steamed or grilled, they were still just dumplings!
It's estimated that the hunters there would secretly grill some meat, fry an egg, or boil a Thunderbug during missions as a treat... It can only be said that the people of Elgado Village not getting diseases like intestinal obstruction already indicates their digestive systems have evolved to a superhuman level.
"Oh? You've been to Elgado Village too!?"
The Guild Master, whose mood had calmed down, asked with some surprise as he heartily devoured his meat.
"Never been, only heard of it. Their canteen... tsk tsk~"
Cheng Tian didn't add any new experiences to his resume, but simply expressed his deep disdain and indigestion for the culinary system there, which only offered desserts and carbohydrates.
This was just Elgado Village; if it were a new land, the meaning of the canteen would probably change again.
"No need to beat around the bush. Tell me about the situation with your two factions, and what exactly 'Redemption and Sacrifice' is, and what needs attention."
Cheng said this after guzzling a cup of hot milk wine, prepared with cheese and milk.
The Guild Master was silent for a moment, then directly gestured to Merlin with his eyes.
Merlin, whose meal plate was the smallest among everyone, organized his thoughts and began to speak.
In the eyes of many, the Sacrifice faction is a very extreme and cruel faction.
When undertaking high-intensity missions, a standard four-person hunter team often sees only two or even one person return.
And these survivors, without exception, would all have highly corroded Demon Arms.
This meant that they not only sacrificed monsters but also sacrificed their teammates.
Here, the Palico cart can indeed save people, but it can only save those hunters who are near death but not yet dead.
Teammates who are sacrificed by evil means will never return.
Over time, these surviving magician hunters were given extreme epithets like "cowards" and "murderers."
However, from the fact that they are still active in Astera and that the higher-ups treat them without discrimination, it's clear that there's an inside story.
Essentially, both the Redemption faction and the Sacrifice faction strive to maintain the safety and ecological balance of the outpost.
It's just that their methods of effort differ, and their philosophies are completely opposed.
The Sacrifice Cult is indeed a group of extremists.
Their extremism is not only directed at others but also at themselves.
During missions, the Sacrifice faction not only sacrifices all demonized units that impact the ecosystem, directly cutting off the source, but when necessary, their close companions fighting alongside them, and even themselves, become the necessary price for a brutal victory.
What's even more counter-intuitive is that, often, those who become sacrifices are the ones who proactively offer themselves.
They are willing to sacrifice their lives to maintain the safety of the outpost, investigate crucial information, and cover their teammates' retreat.
While this is admirable, it also somewhat irresponsibly shifts the trouble and blame onto their companions.
Because this act of sacrificing teammates to cast forbidden spells is equivalent to attaching an eternal curse to oneself that is difficult to shake off for a lifetime.
The act of sacrifice, while completely killing the target and annihilating its body, infuses the target's soul, memories, pain, and everything else into the caster's Demon Arm.
While this allows the caster to gain technical proficiency and even a system of abilities far beyond what he deserves in a short time, he will also be tormented by the residing soul for eternity.
Monsters and beasts are fine; the will remaining in their souls is not strong and is easy to assimilate and absorb, but humans are different.
When a teammate is sacrificed, whenever the caster enters a dream, he will involuntarily see some of the teammate's memories from when he was alive, day and night without cease.
And as time passes and the number of residing souls increases, whether the caster can consistently maintain his self under the influence of multiple soul curses is a big question mark.
Of course, there are selfless sacrificers, and there are also selfish individuals who seek personal gain out of desire.
These selfish hunters, who indulge their desires and use magic indiscriminately, will gradually lose themselves, eventually becoming humanoid monsters more threatening than wild dragon beasts, becoming targets for the Astera outpost to hunt down.
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