Fu Gen and Angren stayed in Kakason Duchy for a while.
After Duke Huebald of Kakason saw the power of Fu Gen and Angren, he realized that the two demi-gods could help him. The cold duke privately asked Fu Gen and Angren to help him solve a problem: the Steel Green Skin Tribe in the Inara Mountains.
The Steel Green Skin Tribe used steel to merge into their bodies. They became stronger and crazier. Duke Huebald tried his best, but he only managed to chase the Steel Green Skin Tribe back into the mountains. He did not let them enter the Kakason Plains.
That was why Duke Hubbard requested the two demigods' help. The duke made it clear that he couldn't offer any special gifts or rewards. He could only hope that the two demigods could lend him a helping hand on account of the countless sacrifices the duchy had made over the past millennia to resist the never-ending invasions.
If the duke had offered them a large sum of money and asked them to be mercenaries, the two geno prototypes would have refused without a second thought. This kind of sincere request moved the two geno prototypes. Fu Gen and Angren agreed to help. Fu Gen was the leader, and Duke Huebald sent out scouts and shepherds to lead the team.
But it turned out that the people of Kakason Duchy had made a serious mistake in their information.
The people of this duchy were brave and good at fighting. They were strong and unyielding, but they were not very cultured. They told Fu Gen and Angren that the Steel Green Skin Tribe believed in chaos and were very powerful.
Fu Gen and Angren were confused when they heard that.
Since when did the Green Skin Tribe believe in chaos?
They later learned that the people of Kakason did not understand the difference between the Green Skin Tribe, the dead, and chaos. They were all enemies. So, in the simple logic of the people of Kakason, the Green Skin Tribe believed in chaos.
After realizing that it was troublesome to explain, Fu Gen was too lazy to say anything more. If they believed in chaos, then so be it. He would just destroy them.
In Redfish Village by the Shinon River, the water of the Summer World flowed. The waterwheel made by the dwarves kept drawing water. In the distance, a tall windmill was spinning.
Fu Gen, Angren, and Laing were walking along the Shinon River. It was almost the end of August. It was no longer so hot.
Forgan wanted to see how Angelo's farm was doing.
The king's son geno prototype's appearance in Laing's territory caused quite a stir.
All the leaders were very interested in Laing's brothers.
Too handsome! This handsome man! He was so handsome that it was intoxicating! When Fu Gen appeared in the territory, this tall and handsome man instantly became the hottest topic in the territory.
Perfect appearance, elegant manner of speech, noble temperament, handsome appearance, and powerful courage.
This is what a real demigod should be like!
Everyone knew that Laing's brothers were all demigods. At the wedding, there were a total of six demigods. Including Fu Gen, there were seven demigod brothers.
Of course, there were many private rumors. Some people suspected that Laing's brothers were all of the same father but different mothers. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a big difference. After seeing Fu Gen appear, everyone was even more certain that Laing's father definitely had more than one woman. There was evidence!
The big black man had only appeared once, so no one was familiar with him. However, everyone was familiar with Master Angren!
Mister Laing and Mister Fu Gen must be born of the same parents. As for Master Angren, he must be an illegitimate child! The others were not discussed separately. Looking at his style and appearance, did he look like a noble?
Everyone was convinced of this.
"So, all the problems have been solved, right?" Leon walked at the front. He smiled and said, "Brother, Yuan Zheng has really troubled you."
"This is nothing. For 10,000 years, I will make up for all these mistakes little by little." Fu Gen smiled and shook his head. "Lucia has me. You don't have to worry. I know about you. You have taken Muxilon and are about to become king. We each have our own duties and responsibilities."
"You still value those things so much." Angren was a little depressed. He had also heard the rumors in the territory. If it were in the past, he would have rushed forward with an axe.
However, now that he had been farming for many years, Angren's temper had become much more restrained. He carefully thought about it and realized that there was indeed a big difference in appearance. Even if Fu Gen was at his peak, he would not be a match for him. However, he was still depressed.
After entering Redfish Village, Angren's house and his manor were not far away. There were many hardworking serfs working for Master Angren. They helped him raise pigs, chickens, ducks, and take care of the fields. They provided labor for Angren, and Angren provided them with protection.
"Angren, I came here from Lucia to find you. I heard that you are farming here. Do you have anything to take out for me?" Fu Gen looked at the prosperous village with great interest. The dense flow of people made it so that there were many grocery stores and taverns on the village streets. Smoke rose from the chimneys, and the roadside was full of hanging lanterns.
"You went to Lucia, but you did not bring me any specialties," Angren said with dissatisfaction.
"Of course, I did." Fu Gen smiled. He took out a small statue from his space ring.
The statue was made of the best hardwood in the Lucia rainforest. It was a demon toad sitting on a golden holy throne. It closed its eyes and meditated. It looked very knowledgeable.
"Ugh." Angren did not expect Fu Gen to bring a gift. The World Eater geno prototype awkwardly took the statue from Fu Gen and said, "Thank you. Can you tell me what this thing is for?"
"It is useless. I took it from Big Leader Kroc." Fu Gen shook his head. "It does not have any special magic power, but it contains the wisdom and life experience of the demon toad."
"Is there a big chaos demon hiding inside?" Angren moved the statue back and forth to see if there was any problem.
"… Angren, if you want an honor duel, you can just say it." When Fu Gen heard this, his tone changed. "There is no need to be so secretive. It is not like you."
"Alright, alright. Since you've brought me a gift from Lucia, I'll also bring something for a sissy like you." Angren carefully put the statue away. He opened the door of the farm and said, "What do you want to eat? Do you want me to catch a chicken? "
"A chicken for three people? You're too stingy! "Fu Gen's eyes rolled back and forth. The farm really had everything, and it was self-sufficient.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Laing kept laughing.
"Then tell me what you want to eat." Angren signaled the slaves to bring water. "Don't say half and leave me guessing. If you do, your dinner tonight will be pig swill."
"Alright, alright. Then why don't you kill a pig for Ryan and me to try?" Fu Gen shrugged. "How about you cook it for us?"
"Okay." Angren led Laing and Fu Gen into the pigsty he had built himself.
The door of the pigsty opened. There were many big fat pigs inside. When they saw Angren, the pigs thought he had come to deliver food. They all rushed up and rubbed their noses, making smelly noises.
"Heh, I wonder what your descendants would think if they knew that their original owner was raising pigs?" Fu Gen looked at the group of pigs that had been raised until they were white and plump. He knew that An Gelang had put in a lot of effort.
"What do their thoughts have to do with me? I have never really cared about them." Angren shook his head. "Which one do you want to eat?"
"Do you think Laing and I look like we know how to pick? Just pick one for us. "
"Okay, let me take a look." Angren looked for a while. He reached into the pigsty and picked up a pig that weighed a few hundred pounds with one hand. "How about this one? Baksha pig. Very good meat. It is rich in lean meat. "
"Okay!" Fu Gen and Laing both nodded.
"Ha ha ha ~" The big fat pig was still a little sleepy. It was picked up in a daze and didn't struggle much.
"Then this one." Angren picked up the pig. He reached out and pinched its chin. He smiled mischievously. "Look, this pig often daydreams. I picked it up like this, but it doesn't react. It doesn't even like to move."
"It eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats. It dreams during the day. It loves to daydream."
"It can't go on like this. It will easily lead other pigs astray!"
"Why don't we roast it? Let it understand that daydreaming is useless. It has to take action ~ "Angren pinched the pig's face with his hand.
"Ha ha ha ~" The pig seemed to realize what was going to happen. It finally broke out of its trance and began to struggle desperately. But it was too late.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!" In the farm, the rooster's cry echoed in the quiet and peaceful village.
With the help of the serfs, Angren killed the pig, cleaned it up, and marinated it for flavor.
He added some ginger, salt, oil, and spices. Angren even added some red wine. After it was fully marinated, the whole pig was roasted over the fire.
The golden-yellow grease dripped into the fire, splashing out sparks.
The three of them sat together and roasted the pork with red wine. Laing tasted the superior snow pork. The meat was fatty but not greasy. It was chewy and marinated well. It also had the original fragrance of pork.
"Brother's food is still the best!" Laing exclaimed as he cut the meat with a knife.
"Angren, I have to say, you are already an expert at rearing pigs!" Forgen nodded. He couldn't help but smile. "With such an excellent internal affairs talent like you, our dear Empire's Regent Lord Kiriman will definitely give you a new title in the Tara Overlord Council. For example... Supreme Overlord Pig Rearing Manager?"
"I will not be Kiriman's subordinate." Angren said with disdain. "If he wants me to submit, he will have to beat me first."
"He and his children are enough to beat you." Forgen seasoned the roast pork and put it into his mouth.
"I said one-on-one!" Angren emphasized impatiently.
"One-on-one? Have you forgotten how you lost to Ruth? " Forgen sneered. "That is what father means. If you can't figure it out, then you can be an old farmer for the rest of your life."
"... You talked to father?" Angren frowned. He swallowed the lean meat on the knife in a few bites. Then, he took out a piece of white bread and washed lettuce from the bag beside him. He wrapped the roast meat and ate it together.
Laing also looked at Forgen.
"We talked. We were in the Fog City. We used the device left behind by the ancient saint to talk to father," Forgen said seriously. "This is also why I want to return to the Old World."
"You want to know what father said?" Forgen sprinkled pepper, pepper, and cumin on the roast meat.
"What did he say?"
"Father told me..."
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