Chapter 90: 63 Chapter Sacrifices, Could it be Steamed Buns? (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)
Chapter 90: 63 Chapter Sacrifices, Could it be Steamed Buns? (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)
Bai Yino’s arrival delighted everyone, but soon enough, people’s expressions grew increasingly strange.
“Xiao Bai is still eating.”
“Three hours, and hasn’t stopped at all.”
“Although she eats slowly, as if savoring the food, she indeed eats too much.” Everyone had basically confirmed Bai Yino’s identity as a Miracle Creature. Because her appetite was enormous; she hadn’t stopped eating since the food was served!
What was scarier was that Bai Yino hardly touched fish, shrimp, or crab, but instead zeroed in on filling foods like noodles and steamed buns.
“Xiao Bai, are you full yet?”
Bailuo didn’t know what kind of miracle Bai Yino was; the Black Leather Book referred to her as a “Shi Long Survivor.”
But as to what a Shi Long Survivor was, even Bailuo couldn’t find related information in the memories of his past life.
Bailuo wasn’t concerned about the girl’s frightening appetite; once the farmland on Yatun Island yielded a few harvests, let alone one, he could afford to support ten Bai Yinos.
“Xiao Bai is not hungry anymore.”
“Not hungry?”
Bailuo said, “If you’re not hungry, then this is...?”
“Delicious.”
Bai Yino, ever sparing with her words, communicated her thoughts, which Bailuo, who shared a bond with her, understood.
She didn’t eat because she was hungry, but because she found the food delicious.
“You like... eating?”
“This one!”
Bai Yino held up a plate of dumplings: “Xiao Bai likes eating this!”
Pastries!
Bailuo also noticed that Bai Yino seemed to rarely touch fish, shrimp, or crab, and even pure egg and meat dishes were less common; instead, she had a special love for flour-based foods.
“Because they’re delicious?”
“Mhmm!”
Bai Yino adorably nodded and then added, “It has a nostalgic flavor, like home.”
“Hmm?” Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m
Considering the homeland Bai Yino spoke of, Bailuo naturally didn’t think it was from his past life. Wilderness people were notoriously impoverished; how could they have rice and wheat: “Could it be that these buns, steamed bread, noodles, dumplings are the food of the Lost Realm?!”
‘The fifth page’s miracle! Could it be that the offering it seeks is these prepared pastries!’
Bailuo didn’t know if his idea was accurate, but trying it out was still worth a shot.
No sooner had he spoken than Little John, like a hungry wolf, plunged into the crowd.
Though he was only 13, his skills were exceedingly impressive.
While he couldn’t compare to Nors and Bailuo, ranking beyond 30 in the Yatun Clan, he was more than a match for these ordinary men.
“Captain?”
On the other side, outside the second-level cabin, a man with a handlebar mustache raised his hand to stop them: “Wait and watch, and tell them not to draw their weapons.”
“But he’s already knocked down more than ten of our men!”
“I said,”
The handlebar mustache glanced at his subordinate: “No weapons!”
“John!”
Bailuo also heard the other side’s words; he was here to do business, but showing strength was important: “That’s about enough.”
“Haha, that was refreshing. You guys aren’t bad, quite resilient!”
Faced with Little John’s taunting words, a group of sailors felt extremely frustrated.
They were the guards of the slave ship, specially trained to suppress rebellious slaves, so their skills were formidable.
But there’s always someone stronger.
Today they had learned there was a monster like Little John in this world.
“Clap, clap, clap.”
The handlebar mustache descended the stairs, clapping as he walked: “The young man really has good skills.”
“May I know what business you have with me, sir?”
The speech of the man with the handlebar mustache carried the customs of the upper echelon of the Azure Kingdom; clearly, he mistook Bailuo for court nobility.
“I’m a merchant, just like you.”
“A slaver?”
Coming to see him, the handlebar mustache thought Bailuo’s identity wasn’t hard to guess; either to buy or to sell. But he didn’t buy slaves, so Bailuo was here to purchase.
“I’m not a slaver, but I do want to buy slaves.”
“Haha, sure, sure, come on in and take a seat.” The handlebar mustache immediately forgot the previous unpleasantness, laughing as he said, “Any guest is a friend of mine.”
With business to be done and money to be made, you make friends out of strangers.
“Now, shall we discuss your business?”
The handlebar mustache sat in the reception room, facing Bailuo, while John, Xiao Bai, and Fiona stood behind Bailuo.
Gonnia sat with Bailuo, because discussing matters required showing she had
some status.