Chapter 24 Gray's Cave

Joan saw Gray's intentions and smiled gratefully at him.

"I just want a fire to keep me warm, and I don't need such a big tree." Then added: "Thank you, Gray, you've done a very 'Mort' thing."

Gray grinned happily when he heard him praise himself as "Mort", and squatted at the entrance of the cave curiously watching Joann's work.

Joan opened his backpack, took out a small leather bag that was tied tightly, untied the bag, and took out flint and steel. Hit the flint to ignite the paper twist, and then ignite the firewood to start a bonfire.

Flames in nature are not uncommon. Gray has a simple understanding of the substance "fire". When he saw the bonfire rising, he seemed a little nervous and took two steps back, fearing that he would be burned by the "monster" emitting red light. Seeing Joan stretch his hands towards the fire, Gray growled eagerly, grabbed his shoulders, and "rescued" him from the fire in time.

Joan couldn't laugh or cry, pointed to the bonfire and told him, "Mott!"

Gray shook his head with deep eyes, pointed to the bonfire and corrected: "Mogg!"

"No, Gray, the flame is not Mog... Of course, it is not pure Mog. This scorching energy is neither good nor bad. Whether it is Mog or Mog depends on how you use it."

As Joan spoke, he couldn't help feeling amused—the simple-minded Gray couldn't understand these complicated explanations.

Gray does not understand, but it is not ignorant. Since Joan has repeatedly insisted that the bonfire has a "Mott" side, it has to reluctantly let go of its hand, allowing Joan to approach the bonfire under its surveillance. In case Joan was attacked by the group of red monsters, it would still have time to rescue him.

Joann used what was left of the twigs to set up a crude hanger on which to hang the damp cloak to bake. When the body warmed up, the stomach grunted in protest.

Joan hasn't eaten since morning, and there is still dry food and water in his backpack, but after a second thought, he picked up the large piece of crocodile meat that Gray left on the ground, and went to the pond outside the cave first Clean it up, then use a dagger to sharpen a wooden stick to skewer the raw meat, and grill it on the bonfire.

The pink crocodile meat was roasted by the flames, and the fat was coming out, and it gradually turned to burnt yellow. Whenever the fat fell into the fire and made a chirping sound, a mouth-watering aroma diffused out.

Gray was sitting next to Joan, watching him barbecue with his hands on his chin, his eyes alternately showing confusion and surprise, as if he couldn't figure out why he would feed fresh good meat to the "red monster" to enjoy, and was overwhelmed by the guy with red light and heat waves all over his body. After licking and licking, the original large piece of meat has shrunk to a circle, and even the color of the meat has become ugly, wasting a good thing in vain.

The meat was almost roasted, Joan took out the portable seasoning bottle from the backpack, and evenly sprinkled salt on the golden and crispy crocodile meat. Pierce the meat with a dagger, and the meat juice seeping out along the edge of the knife is almost bloodless. After confirming that the crocodile meat was fully cooked, Joan inserted the wooden stick into the soil hard, watched the browned and fragrant roast meat overflowing with fat, slowly flowing down the wooden stick, and couldn't help swallowing.

Slashing a piece of barbecued meat with a knife and stuffing it into his mouth, Joan nodded in satisfaction while chewing. His stomach that had just been tortured by raw meat was soothed, and his appetite whetted.

Gray silently watched Joan eating the barbecue, his face full of disbelief.

"Try it?" Joan picked up a piece of barbecue with a dagger and handed it to it, and gave it a thumbs up, praising his barbecue skills as "Mott".

Gray took the roast meat, turned it over and over to observe, and put it into his mouth with doubts, chewing carefully.

Joan looked at Gray expectantly, expecting it to give a good review.

It's a pity that he was greatly disappointed, Gray spit out the chewed barbecue with a "pooh", and made no secret of his contempt: "Mog!"

Joan shrugged helplessly. It seems that cooked meat does not suit Gray's taste, and fresh raw meat is his favorite.

Although there are great differences in taste, Gray has no objection to Joan cooking food in his own way, and he is no longer afraid of the bonfire raised outside the cave, and even a little likes the person who is warmed all over his body. felt it.

Joan spent the night in Gray's cave. He originally planned to sneak away while Gray was asleep, but unfortunately the gray giant was very vigilant. Even when he was taking a nap, at least one pair of eyes among the three pairs of eyes was half-open, and he would look over immediately if there was a slight disturbance in the vicinity. The golden eyes His eyes looked especially eerie in the dark night.

Joan is sure that Gray is not malicious to him under normal circumstances, but who knows if this savage monster will suddenly change his temperament? So he tried to be careful not to try anything that might anger Gray.

One person and one monster maintained a strange cohabitation state, and spent a peaceful night like this. Gray didn't allow Joan to leave his sight, and Joan felt helpless about it. When he had nothing to do, he read the "Introduction to Alchemy and Pharmacy" given to him by Dr. Galandil to pass the time.

Joan compared the herbal medicine illustrations drawn in the book, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there are many kinds of medicinal materials recorded by Dr. Galandil growing in the swamp near the cave, some of which are quite rare. If they can be collected, they can make more money than catching leeches. much faster. However, considering his situation as a prisoner, it is superfluous to think about these things now.

In the early morning, the sunlight dispelled the fog over the swamp and shone in through the sloping opening. Joan narrowed his eyes to adapt to the change of light, and slowly stood up.

The bonfire at the mouth of the cave was only scarlet embers, and the ashes gave off the last trace of heat, driving away the dew and moisture that tried to seep into the interior of the cave. Joan walked over, took off the cloak from the homemade hanger, touched it, and was satisfied to find that it was completely dry.

As if he heard the movement, the gray giant Gray also climbed up from the haystack, opened his mouth full of fangs and yawned big, walked out of the cave, knelt on his hands and feet by the pond, groaning Drink the pool water. After drinking enough water, Gray wiped his wet face and belched comfortably.

Seeing Gray drinking water, Joan's throat became inexplicably thirsty. However, he didn't want to imitate Gray's heroic way of drinking water like an animal, nor did he have a steel-like stomach like Gray's. Drinking raw water directly might cause diarrhea.

Joan threw a few pieces of firewood into the embers of the charcoal fire, re-ignited the campfire, then took out the iron lunch box from the backpack, filled it with water, put it on the fire and boiled it, moved it to the side and waited for the water to cool down slightly, and poured part of it into the sheepskin water bag for storage. For drinking, and the rest for washing.

Gray squatted next to the fire, with a pair of big hands on his knees, observing Joan's busyness in a rather obedient manner. Although he didn't quite understand why he put the container of water on top of the "red monster" and burned it until it bubbled, everything in front of him made it feel novel and interesting.