Chapter 591 The Goose Among the Ducks

After leaving the mining area and returning to the residential area, Dewey took me to the snack street in Fort Vicky.

The streets were bustling with people, including goblins and dwarves. They greeted each other warmly, and some even drank while arm-in-arm, bursting into hearty laughter.

Seeing the dwarves in groups on the street, I asked Dewey: "Why are there no dwarves in the underground laboratory?"

Dewey said: "Because dwarves are good at forging, smelting and building, we goblins are better at inventing and creating some exquisite gadgets."

"Oh, that's right," I said, "it turns out that dwarves all work in residential areas."

"You're wrong," Dewey said, "Dwarves also work deep underground, but we didn't visit that place."

"You mean"

"That's right, it's mining," Dewey said: "The dwarves are very strong and very skilled in using mining tools. And their ability to dig out complete ores is also very high!"

I thought about it and said, "They need inventions, you need ores, how about we each take advantage of our strengths?"

Dewey snapped his fingers and said, "That's it."

Soon, Dewey and I sat down at a noodle stall and each ordered a large bowl of noodles.

Dewey told me: "The beef noodles here are very delicious and the soup is very delicious. You will definitely like it."

As a foodie, I decided to verify the meaning of his words for myself.

Soon, two large bowls of steaming beef noodles were served on the table. My stomach was already growling with hunger, and I didn't care about etiquette. I took out a pair of chopsticks and started to gulp them down.

If it were on Earth, I wouldn't dare to do this. After all, these are noodles that have just come out of the pot. The temperature is very high. You can put them directly into your mouth without blowing them. You won't get burned, and they will definitely raise a lot of blisters.

But this is the Zephyr Continent, and I found that the higher my level, the stronger the body's immune capabilities, and similarly, the stronger the body's resistance to external stimuli.

Many fire magic missiles released by magicians have no effect on my body, not to mention that this bowl of noodles is just steaming hot.

However, Dewey couldn't enjoy the steaming food like me.

He was not an adventurer and had not strengthened his body. Naturally, he couldn't stand the heat of the noodles. He had to watch me swallowing the noodles while blowing the noodles to cool them down little by little.

When he couldn't eat more than four or five bites, I had already eaten the whole bowl of beef noodles, not even a few drops of soup left.

"One more bowl!" I shouted.

The shop owner is a dwarf and has inherited the heroic character of the dwarves. He seemed to be impressed by my heroic way of eating. He actually served two bowls of noodles in succession and laughed: "Young man, I like your character. This The bowl of noodles you ordered is from me, so eat it!"

I nodded to him without any politeness and continued to eat crazily.

In short, during this meal, Dewey ate one bowl and I ate eleven bowls.

After paying the bill, the shopkeeper laughed and asked me: "Young man, do you think the noodles taste good?"

"Okay?" I said, "Stop teasing me."

The shopkeeper's smile gradually faded, but he still asked patiently: "What? Isn't it delicious?"

Other passing dwarves and goblins also stopped and looked at this place.

I lowered my head and counted silently in my mind. When I counted to three, I suddenly raised my head, stretched out my hand, raised my thumb, grinned, and said: "How can I use the word "okay" to describe it? It's simply great. Extremely!"

An even more enthusiastic smile filled the face of the dwarf shopkeeper, and the dwarves and goblins standing around also praised: "That's right, the beef noodles here are definitely the best!"

Dewey on the side couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

When I left, the owner told me repeatedly that I must come here often to eat, even if it is a king meal, I am welcome.

After I agreed repeatedly, I finally left the noodle stall.

On the way, I asked Dewey: "Why were you relieved just now?"

Dewey said: "I'm relieved for you. This noodle stall is very famous. If you say it's not delicious, you will definitely be regarded as making trouble."

"I'm not afraid of that," I said, "but it's delicious just because it's delicious, and it can't be concealed."

"Humph, boy, you are quite discerning," Dewey said arrogantly, "You are indeed my chosen successor."

Regarding this topic, I no longer want to argue with Dewey, so I simply remain silent.

It is estimated that while my body has been strengthened, my digestion ability has also been strengthened. The simplest proof is-not long after eating eleven bowls of noodles, I saw some small barbecues sold at a roadside stall, and my stomach started to feel... There was a reaction.

So we ate again.

Dewey, who was traveling with me, looked at me in surprise for a while and then said, "Are you a monster? You can eat so much?"

"How is that possible?" I said, "I am obviously a human being, and it seems that many adventurers have the talent of being able to eat."

"I don't think so," Dewey said. "Of the many adventurers I know, whether they are humans, beasts, elves, goblins or dwarves, none of them can eat as much as you."

"Hey, you seem to have missed one person," I said, "Where are the fairies? Don't you have any acquaintances in the fairies?"

"Of course there are," Dewey said, "just very few, only a few, and we have lost contact with them for a long time."

It seems that Dewey still doesn't know what's going on between the elves and goblins.

"Since you know the fairies, why not join them too?"

Dewey shook his hand and said: "There is no need to add more. Fairies generally have very small appetites, much smaller than us goblins."

My mind instantly recalled the scene when Remi ate barbecue for the first time - it was so fierce!

With a small body and a small mouth, he eats more than a kilogram of meat.

If this is called a shortage, then the food produced in these towns every year may not be enough to barely feed half the people.

Or is it that Remy is a different kind of fairy, a weirdo among the fairies, a being who is said to be able to feed seven people?

Anyway, she eats well.

If she showed her eating habits to Dewey, maybe Dewey would doubt his life because of it.

Walking on the street, I always feel that something is not quite right, or in other words, there is always a sense of disharmony.

After thinking hard for a while, something suddenly flashed in my mind, and I finally figured out what was going on—among the streets full of dwarfs, I was the only tall one.

No wonder I felt uncomfortable. I was half the height taller than the tallest among them, and I felt like a goose walking among ducks.