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Chapter 98 - 98 89 Post-war Celebration Bonfire

98: Chapter 89: Post-war Celebration Bonfire 98: Chapter 89: Post-war Celebration Bonfire The ale named “The Dragon Slayer’s Death Celebration” poured down his throat.

The fiery liquor surged up, turning Ludo’s large nose a bright red.

The name of the ale would change periodically, with the most consumed getting the chance to name it, resulting in a variety of odd names like “Prey Town’s Lubber-Land,” “I Am Speechless,” “Poison Claw and Orange,” and so on.

To Ludo, it seemed incredibly stupid to spend all the hard-earned money just to have a drink named after oneself, especially since it didn’t change the taste of the drink, and soon enough, the name would belong to someone else.

He didn’t understand it, but the Undead reveled in it.

To get a familiar drink, one would have to say “the usual” or “the one that just got renamed,” otherwise, faced with a menu so long it made your scalp tingle, you’d surely lose the confidence to order.

This time, the name of the ale was changed after the Lord nodded in approval, in celebration of the first successful dragon slaying.

As the drink hit his lips, just the thought of being associated with dragons made even the indifferent Ludo involuntarily admire the name, feeling a sense of pride and warmth filling his heart.

He seemed to faintly understand what the Undead were after, but to him, it was too extravagant.

He preferred “the usual” over “The Dragon Slayer’s Death Celebration.”

As long as he could drink, it was fine.

“Burp~!”

Life at Star Dragon Ridge was beyond imagination.

Ludo, who had a good singing voice, didn’t do heavy labor like the others.

Dwarves weren’t cut out for heavy tasks either; it would just get in everyone else’s way.

Now, he regularly performed comic acts at the outpost’s tavern, occasionally belting out a few tunes.

Sometimes a group of Undead would gather to play cards, preferring to have him sing alongside for ambiance.

Ludo, who had long been accustomed to presenting himself as a clown, didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.

His acting skills were unmatched, especially when playing despised characters like jesters and clowns, which he did convincingly.

Yet, unlike in Prey Town, such performances at Star Dragon Ridge didn’t result in beatings.

Here, his main job was to sing, and sometimes he would join in drinking games.

If he continued with a cunning tone after the show, saying to the Undead, “Thank you for the Gold Coins, spare a pitiable dwarf some drink money,” some of the Undead would curse and give him money.

There was a knack to it, putting on a hesitant expression, which he found the Undead couldn’t resist.

More than once, an Undead tried to slip him money, asking if there were any “hidden missions.” Unfortunately, there weren’t any.

Ludo’s status was not much different from that of the factory girls, currently at the very bottom of Star Dragon Ridge’s hierarchy with no missions of interest to offer.

At the bottom, yes, but life wasn’t as bad as imagined.

He could fill his stomach and have his drink.

Those esteemed by the Lord—various craftsmen—were a step above, with Soldier Masters in the middle, and the Lord at the top.

Initially, Ludo’s task upon arrival was to sing for the Witch of the Magic Potion Shop, but unfortunately, he was the one eliminated among the three musicians.

The dwarf with hardly the strength to truss a chicken had to find his way to make a living, as Star Dragon Ridge was not prepared to support any idlers.

Luckily, there were opportunities everywhere to earn one’s food.

Even when the Lord witnessed Ludo swindling money from the Undead, rather than getting angry, he actually taught Ludo a few games and told him that he was free to continue working anywhere in the tavern or Star Dragon Ridge, as long as he paid taxes.

Raising the cup high, the last drop of “The Dragon Slayer’s Death Celebration” flowed down his throat.

He left the tavern.

Up ahead, dragon meat that had been roasting since early morning.

The Lord did not treat the dragon meat as a treasure; with the small number of people at the outpost, everyone could have a taste.

Approaching the stall, Ludo caught sight of an ugly, green-haired Undead clutching a skewer of roasted dragon meat and exclaiming in a dramatic tone, “Scouting for Tips with Gold Coins, Whit Silk True or False…”

Ludo bypassed the green-haired freak and approached the barbecue stall, where dragon meat sizzled on an unusual grill, wafting an alluring aroma.

“To think a dragon that lived in magma would be roasted by flames.

Just sprinkle a bit of Flames Grass and rock salt, and the taste will explode in an instant!”

It wasn’t just hyperbole; someone was actually shouting that nearby, while mimicking the expressions of someone enjoying a delicious meal.

“Earth Dragon barbecue, a treat you deserve!

Limited to one skewer per person!”

“Hey, Ludo~” The Undead barbecuing spotted Ludo.

The NPC count at Star Dragon Ridge was low, each one shadowed by the Undead.

To the Undead, the dwarf clown frequenting the tavern was very familiar.

They liked to gather in the tavern to play cards whenever.

Rubbing his hands together, Ludo remarked, “Look at that craft, I can smell the mouthwatering scent from afar~”

“Oh, no can do, this is for the Undead!

Haha, just kidding with you.

Here, take it!”

Today, Lord Prey is in a great mood, and the Undead are feeling good too because the Mage class is about to be unlocked, so even when encountering the rather unpopular Ludo, they’ll give him a smile.

Friendly NPC, even if they are usually foul-mouthed, the Undead won’t say anything, because that’s what makes it realistic.

If everyone was a kind Mr.

Nice Guy, then what’s the point?

There are even haughty ladies among the buttery NPCs, though currently, they only have foul-mouthed dwarves.

The most important thing is, “It’s no skin off my back if it’s not my cabbage patch being sold,” dragon meat belongs to Lord Prey, and while enjoying my fill, I also get mission rewards and faction points.

It’s just grilling, something I do in real life anyway.

Thinking of this, the Undead in charge of grilling suddenly paused.

“I grill in real life, hoping to relax a bit in the game, but here I am, still grilling…”

Ludo doesn’t care about his mutterings, urging him twice more before the other snaps out of his daze, looking as if his life had lost all hope, like he got played, and handed over the grilled meat.

After taking a bite, Ludo’s expression changed.

Delicious!

The flavor resembled chicken, slightly sweet to the taste, and perhaps it was an illusion, but even though the meat was thoroughly cooked, as he chewed, it felt as though the meat was alive and resisting his teeth, almost as if he had indeed swallowed a whole dragon.

The most obvious thing was…

it was chewy.

Straining his neck and swallowing hard, he finally managed to get the meat down.

“Hah—”

Many others performed the same maneuver.

“No way, one can only eat one skewer!”

“I just put it in my mouth, and the meat slipped down my throat with a gulp.

I didn’t even have time to chew slowly~”

Ludo glanced over to see a male and a female Undead talking about the grilled meat.

The Undead in charge of grilling was firm, while the female Undead before him was humble and ingratiating.

“It’s so tasty, just like grilled chicken breast.

Gimme another skewer, will you?”

“Crying won’t help, you have to pay!

Damn it, it’s just grilling, what are you crying for?

Here, take it, take it, take it.”

“You don’t understand the days of eating grass; oh oh oh, it’s so delicious!” Crying and gnawing on a meat skewer voraciously, the female Undead became the center of attention.

Ludo could faintly hear them saying, “Oh, Romantic Bumbler, indeed she could pull it off.”

Shaking his head, Ludo continued on his way.

Unfortunately, Star Dragon Ridge lacks commercial attributes; Lord Prey monopolizes the commerce between NPCs and Undead players.

One could virtually ignore the NPCs’ own commercial attributes, especially since the Undead belong to the type too shy to haggle, making it hard for commerce to develop here.

Because there was no real link between supply and demand to begin with and no intention to create one, everything operates on the premise of being dependent on Star Dragon Ridge.

After strolling around, Ludo found nothing more exciting, so he took a seat at the square to enjoy the bustling scene before him.

Today, Lord Prey will give a speech.

Not everyone was asked to come, but everybody showed up as if by an unspoken agreement.

Sitting close by and whispering among themselves were the female workers, and with the days at Star Dragon Ridge getting better, their once sallow faces now bore a little more flesh.

The red glow of twilight filled the sky as slanting rays of light ignited the bonfire.

Someone had started dancing and singing, and before long, various Undead had joined in.

The main attraction was a song about how my face is not my own face, and on the internet, I can be boss, able to do whatever I wish.

Ludo, who had always been the one performing songs for others, never dreamt that he’d be able to watch others sing.

Maybe these Undead were like elves in stories, forever carefree, immortal…

then suddenly, the wistfulness on his face disappeared, replaced by stiffness.

“Two tigers love to dance~” Bodies wriggling strangely, along with a bizarre song.

A section of the nearby Undead burst out shouting in unison, “Eh—!”

Forget it, carefree is for them.

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