God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 776

Standard Tera calendar, 943.m41

Amegiddoton planet, main continent, equatorial jungle

The jungle of hamigiddoton is always so humid and muggy. Thick blue gray smoke clouds lazily circle the low rafters of the tavern and are stirred by the boys sitting on the bench in the main hall.

"Big belly king" rozim was coming out of the back kitchen with another bucket of mushroom spirits.

It's not noon yet, but the customers in this small shop have killed four barrels of mushroom wine. A group of thirsty gun boys knock on the wine glasses neatly and uniformly, howling music with incomplete tone in their mouths.

There is a long story to tell about how rozim, a chef of the astat War Regiment, became a famous cook in Hami giddoton's green skin.

In short, he is very satisfied with serving the broken bones, and the leaders hope to enjoy a big meal he makes.

After the bone crushers left the camp, rozim did not leave. Instead, taking advantage of his established reputation, he set up a small restaurant in the largest green camp.

Big belly tavern is the name of this shop.

Because the greedy farts often steal and are often driven by the boss's ruthless beating, rozim is called "big belly king".

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

Because these days he has made a lot of money. When he comes to him for consumption, he collects not only the teeth, but also the precious goods, gold, silver and jewelry on the human side.

This is a good thing for the green boys, because they really don't have much booty on hand. Those yellow and white things of human beings are garbage in their hands. It's charity to earn a good meal with garbage.

Rozim, of course, won.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go."

Behind rothim, Karen, the new waiter of the big belly tavern, who used to be a mechanic, muttered and walked over, holding a plate of steaming barbecue almost as big as him.

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 glass, so he quickly wiped his hands on his apron and ran to the reception.

"So what do you want, boss?"

Karen took the empty glass from his hand as he spoke.

"Yes, so I want to wait for a fart... Who are you?"

The guy drew his cup back angrily and said angrily:

"Looking at a blue faced mechanic is really frustrating."

At this time, rozim appeared at the table in time, waved a rag and drove Cullen away, and then turned to the guest with a large glass of tempting mushroom wine.

"Come on, come on!"

Karen went back to the barrel, pulled out a small hammer from his pocket, put a three finger wide wooden faucet above the lower hoop and knocked it quickly with a hammer until it fell smoothly into the barrel.

Then he put the swill bucket under it and poured out the top half pint of wine to prevent it from mixing with debris.

Then he continued his work, walking around the bench, picking up empty plates and discarded bones, while wiping the table with a rag.

But in the process, he sighed unknowingly.

No one wanted to look him in the eye, and even publicly resisted when he was ready to approach.

Thinking of this, he sighed again and went back to the bar.

With another sharp whistle, it was the sound of the battle truck braking, and it was also the signal of the return of the boys going to the front. As soon as the boys here came out of the front foot, a group of new boys swarmed in, shouting for wine and food.

So the whole afternoon passed.

Such days have not changed in the past year.

No matter how hard Karen works, no matter how polite and tolerant he is, he is a clown.

He was originally a mechanic, had his own workshop, and did his best to make an ancient giant base. In order to make that thing, he even did not hesitate to steal. Many leaders were stolen by him, so his reputation became very smelly.

But he didn't care at that time. As long as Gu Juji finished, there was nothing to care about.

But the night before he finished his great masterpiece, he was drunk, and then his deputy stole his work and claimed it was his thing.

After Karen woke up, he was furious and tried to take back his things, but how did he fight a war machine?

Not to mention that his assistant immediately took refuge in a war leader after stealing Gu Juji, and Karen became a thief shouted by everyone. How ironic?

If rothim hadn't seen him take him in without pay, he would have been killed outside - at best, he would have been expelled from this happy land and was destined to wander in a foreign land until he died.

But he also lost everything a mechanic should have, including dignity.

Well, at least he's safe when washing dishes in the kitchen behind the tavern.

But every time he recalls that he made war machines, even if he worked hard, it was better than his half life here.

Here, even if not the green rozim, he rarely talks to Karen, and he is Karen's closest friend here.

In fact, rothim stayed in his tavern simply because he couldn't find a second boy who would condescend to work in this old and broken Tavern - who would bear the time of nagging with the crazy farts of the kitchen day after day, year after year?

He had no choice but Karen.

So this may be his life - Karen thought.

If he is lucky enough to deal with fart essence, oil stains and pots and pans in his life, he may have a chance to make a comeback in a long time.

But in the dead of night, shame and despair always haunted him, and he always wanted to get rid of this place - a cage woven of disdain and curse.

So one day, Karen was ready to go back to his nest as usual - it was a jumping nest, a suggestion shed composed of dirty rags and large leaves, but he didn't care so much now.

But unexpectedly, rozim suddenly stopped him.

"Man, let's talk."

In the empty tavern, rozim leaned against the bar with a soil roll in his mouth, and the smoke covered his face.

Although his face is still painted green, some green skins already know that he is human, but big guys don't care so much. After all, for green skins, only they can fight and can't fight.

In addition to being supported by warlords, the key is that he is also able to fight. The dozen huge tusks hanging on the wall behind the bar come from a dozen powerful leaders.

"Boss..."

Karen was a little nervous. His hands carefully rubbed the tablecloth around his neck. He didn't know if he had done something wrong.

If he is driven away, he will really lose his last place to live.

"Take it easy, come on."

Rozim poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Karen.

The former mechanic hesitated for a moment and caught the cup.

"Well, this place is not bad, according to me."

Rozim took a swig and breathed.

"I won't beat around the Bush, Karen. You know what I am."

Karen nodded.

Rozim looked at him, smiled, and the flesh on his face shook.

"I didn't say anything else. I'll tell you about it. I'm leaving."