planet Amydodon, main continent, equatorial jungle
The jungle of Hamigidon is always so humid and stuffy, with thick blue-gray clouds lazily coiling around the low rafters of the tavern, stirring up a whirlpool by the boys sitting on the bench in the main hall.
"Big belly king" Rozim was rumbled and pushing another small bucket of mushroom spirits out of the kitchen.
It wasn't noon, but the customers in the shop had already killed four buckets of mushroom wine. A group of thirsty gunboys were neatly knocking on the wine glasses, howling music with incomplete tone.
There is a long story to tell about Rozim, a chef from the Astart regiment, how he became a chef in the green skin of Hamigidon.
Simply put, he was very satisfied with the person who served the bone-breaking, and the leaders also hoped to enjoy the big meal he made.
After the Bone Brokener left the camp, Rozim did not leave, but instead used his established reputation to build a small restaurant in the largest camp in Greenskin.
Big Belly Tavern is the name of this store.
Because the greedy farts often come to steal and are often ruthlessly beaten and driven by the boss, Rozim was called "Big Belly King".
He doesn't think there is anything.
Because he has made a lot of money these days, he came to his place to spend money, in addition to collecting teeth, he also collected valuables and gold, silver and jewelry from humans.
This is a good thing for the green-skinned boys, because they really don’t have much spoils at hand. The yellow and white things in their hands are garbage. If you can earn a good meal with garbage, it is simply charity.
As for Rozim, he naturally won.
"Give up and give up, lift your feet, give up and give up."
Behind Rozim, the new waiter at Big Belly Tavern, who was once a mechanic, walked over with a steaming plate of barbecue that was almost as big as his.
Putting down the plate, he saw a boy standing at the far end of the other end of the tavern looking around with an empty wine glass, so he hurriedly wiped his hands on his apron and ran over to receive the reception.
"So what do you want, boss?"
Cron took the empty wine glass from his hand while talking.
"Yes, so I want to wait for a shit to come...who are you doing?"
The guy pulled his cup back in annoyance and said in some anger:
"It's really a bad thing to look at a blue-faced ghost mechanic."
At this time, Rozim appeared at the table in time, waving a rag to drive away Coulon, and then turned to the guest with a large glass of seductive mushroom wine.
"Come on!"
Cron returned to the edge of the barrel in shame, took out a small hammer from his pocket, placed a three-finger-wide wooden faucet above the lower hoop and quickly tapped it with the hammer until it sank into the barrel.
Then he placed the bucket underneath and poured out half a pint of the wine that was picked up to prevent the debris from being mixed in.
He then continued his work, walking around benches, packing up empty dishes and discarded bones, while wiping the table with a rag.
But in the process, he sighed unknownly.
No kid was willing to look at him directly, and even publicly expressed his resistance when he was about to get close.
Thinking of this, he sighed again, and then returned to the bar.
With another sharp whistle, it was the sound of the braking of the battle truck and the signal of the return of the boys who went to the front line to fight. As soon as the boys present came out, a group of new boys flocked in, clamoring for wine and food.
So a whole afternoon passed.
In the past year, such days have not changed at all.
No matter how hard Cron works, no matter how polite, humble and tolerant he is, he is just a clown.
He was originally a technician, had his own workshop, and he tried his best to build a Gu Juji. In order to make that thing, he even stole many leaders. Therefore, his reputation became very bad.
But he didn't care at that time. As long as Ku Juji finished it, there was nothing to care about.
But on the night before he completed his great masterpiece, he was drunk, and then his deputy stole his work and claimed that it was his thing.
After Cron woke up, he was furious and tried to regain his own things, but how could he fight against a war machine?
Not to mention, after his assistant stole Gu Juji, he immediately surrendered to a war leader, while Kron became a thief who everyone shouted to beat. What a irony?
If Rozim hadn't seen him not wanting wages to contain him, he would have probably been beaten to death outside long ago - in the best case, he would have been expelled from this paradise and destined to be displaced in a foreign land until his death.
But he also lost everything a technician should have, including dignity.
Well, at least he is safe when washing dishes in the kitchen behind the tavern.
But whenever he recalls his own manufacturing of war machines, no matter how hard he works, it is better than his half-baked life here.
Here, even Rozim, who is not the green-skinned, rarely talks to Cron, and he is still the closest friend of Cron himself.
In fact, Rozim stayed in his tavern simply because he couldn't find a second boy who would condescend to work in such an old and broken tavern - who would have to endure the time of nagging with the crazy farts in the kitchen day after day, year after year?
He had no choice but to Kron.
So, this may be his life—Kron thought so.
If he is lucky enough to deal with fart essence, oil stains and jars, he may have a chance to make a comeback in a long time.
But when it is late at night, shame and despair always linger on him, and he always hopes to get rid of this place - this cage woven from disdain and curse.
After another day in a daze, Cron was ready to go back to his nest to rest as usual - it was originally a jumping nest, a simple shack made of dirty rags and large leaves, but he didn't care so much now.
But unexpectedly, Rozim suddenly stopped him.
"Man, let's have a chat."
In the empty tavern, Rozim leaned against the bar, holding a round earth in his mouth, and the smoke blocked his face.
Although his face was still painted green, some of the Green Skin knew that he was a human, but everyone didn't care so much. After all, for Green Skin, there were only those who could fight and those who couldn't fight.
In addition to being supported by warlords, Rozim is also very good at fighting. The dozen huge fangs hanging on the wall behind the bar come from more than a dozen powerful leaders.
"boss......"
Kron was a little nervous and carefully rubbed the tablecloth around his neck with his hands. He didn't know if he had done something wrong.
If he is driven away, he will really lose his last place to live.
"Don't be nervous, come."
Rozim poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Kren.
The technician hesitated for a while before, but still caught the cup.
"Oh, this place is actually not bad, as I say."
Rozim took a sip and then vented a breath.
"I'm not going around the corner, Kron, you know what I am, too."
Kron nodded.
Rozim looked at him and smiled slightly, and the flesh on his face shook.
"I didn't say anything else, I just told you that I'm leaving."