The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 494

Chapter 494 Farmer's Breakfast

The survivors and the farmers all looked at Karl like he was insane. "You met, as in stopped and spoke with, the Orc Tribes, and you didn't get attacked?" Karl nodded. "Yeah. We traded fish with the Yellow Tusk Orcs, and then greeted the ones south of here as they passed by the highway. Neither one of those tribes was just randomly violent."

"Once, I can see. But twice in a week, and you're still here to tell us about it? Are you part Orc or something?" The troll asked, sniffing the air to try to determine what Karl was.

"They just admire his brand of insanity. He threatened to punch Chieftain World Smasher in the face if the Orc didn't like his gift." Tessa joked.

The farmers blinked slowly as they stared at Karl. "You should have been the one telling the evening stories, it sounds like yours are far more wild than ours. How did you even find out his name in the first place?"

Karl shrugged. "The scout told us. Then we had a chat, and I explained that I had trade goods. It was all quite normal as far as trades with nomadic tribes goes."

The farmers shook their heads in dismay. "These few are what most villages look like when the nomadic tribes pass by. But then, most of them don't have a good relationship with the Trolls or the Demon Tribes.

I just hope that nothing comes back this way tomorrow so that we can get our supplies to the city and go back home."

The commotion had roused the closest few groups from their beds, despite the early hour, and some of them were preparing to start on breakfast, so they could eat a hot meal and still be among the first on the road when the sun was up enough for the oxen to see.

"Do we have a big pot? I think that our two clerics might be able to help you out with some Dragon Cleric oatmeal for breakfast." Karl offered.

"There is one in town for the poor. I will go get it. You don't mind, do you, Priestess?" One of the farmers asked.

"Not at all. Feeding travellers is always good for the church, even if it's not the faithful."

The troll chuckled. "Well, we might not be the most faithful, but we're not Giants to call the World Dragon and his Pantheon of allies our enemy."

That made a number of the farmers laugh, and even the Demons among the farmers smiled at his response. The Lizard folk were somewhat torn between factions, as they weren't quite dragon descended, but they also didn't consider themselves to be evolved from common beasts. Their history was somewhat murky, so they normally only followed the shamanistic gods. Either the Shaman God of the Titans and Beasts, or the Green Dragon, who wasn't actually a Shaman God, but was in tune with the elements.

It only took a few minutes before a troll was coming back with a pot nearly a metre round, as well as a number of friends carrying firewood.

Corded muscles under blue Trollish skin clashed with ivory tusks and silver accessories in the morning twilight as the trolls got to work setting up the breakfast pot.

Cara had chased Lotus out of bed so that she could help Tessa with breakfast, and the little cleric was already hard at work rolling dough to make fresh flatbread to go with the oatmeal.

The Trolls had a wide variety of toppings for bread, apparently, as that was their usual morning travel ration on the road. So, fresh baked, instead of dried and then soaked in tea or oatmeal to make them edible would be more like home.