Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

Dawn thought about going to the tauren's monster farm to pick some fresh monster ingredients.

The request itself is not too much.

However, Minotaur's farm was built in a dangerous area where monsters could still be active. Without the consent of the chiefs or elders of the clan, the clansmen were not allowed to enter there.

On the first day Dawn entered the ruins, the chiefs and elders of the Minotaurs were busy convincing others with horns and fists at the meeting, and no one had the heart to deal with such trivial matters.

So the visit to the tauren farm was postponed.

However, under the leadership of the calf Bane, Dorn spent a pretty good day at the tauren gathering place.

The time came to the second day.

The Minotaurs have lived in the labyrinth for generations. Although day and night are not distinguished, they have a concept of time in units of [day].

According to Bain, there is also a dedicated trumpeter among the Minotaurs, whose duty is to blow the [Morning Horn] and [Evening Horn].

When the [Morning Horn] is sounded, it represents the beginning of a new day, and the tauren will start production and work in the sound of the trumpet.

[Evening Horn] represents the end of the day. After this horn is sounded, the tauren will sleep and rest.

This repetition symbolizes the passage of time day by day.

The basis for the trumpeter to judge the time seems to be a timekeeping instrument similar to a pendulum clock.

According to Bain, the clock seems to have been drawn by an outside adventurer a long time ago, and then handed over to the Minotaurs for making.

As for some of the details, Dawn didn't ask too much.

After all, he didn't enter the ruins to research the historical development of tauren culture. But anything that has little to do with cooking is unlikely to attract his close attention.

With the blowing of the [Morning Horn], the tauren in the ruins ushered in an extraordinary new day.

Today is the opening day of the [Blood and Horns] competition, which is held only once every seven years.

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In a circular arena the size of a football field.

On this special day, except for some guards guarding the passage, almost all the tauren gathered here.

The atmosphere at the scene was extraordinarily warm, with voices of people and cows blaring.

For the ordinary Minotaurs living in the labyrinth, the [Blood and Horn] competition is their greatest entertainment.

On this grand event, they can see the fight of strength and strength, the confrontation of horns and horns, and they can witness the final birth of the Minotaur warrior!

The best spectator seats in the amphitheater are naturally occupied by chiefs, shamans, and other respected elders in the ethnic group.

In addition, the location of the old Chez was also arranged here.

This is a tradition of the tauren. Adventurers who entered the ruins but did not participate in the competition in the past will be arranged to sit in the current position of old Qizi.

Chief Kane's grandson, Bain, did not sit in the front row. He sat with a few elite tauren of his own age, slightly back, but with a good view.

As a contestant, Dawn was taken to the waiting area inside the arena after having breakfast early this morning.

There are three waiting areas, which are located behind the three wooden arches in the arena. In this [Blood and Horn] competition, there are more than 50 people participating, and each waiting area has about ten people.

The atmosphere in the waiting area was completely different from that in the auditorium.

The excitement belongs to the audience, but here there is only silence and depression.

Coincidentally, in the waiting area where Dawn was, there was someone he knew—Old Chez's daughter, Benissa.

However, after the white-haired and red-eyed heifer entered the waiting area, she kept weighing her two-handed ax to warm up before the game.

Dawn didn't bother her at all, and sat quietly by himself, thinking about questions related to the ruins in his mind for a while, and thinking about what to eat after the scuffle was over...

I don't know how long it has been.

Benisha, who had been silent all this time, stopped her warm-up and walked up to Don, "Mr. Don, you and my father are friends, right?"

"If your dad and I were friends, wouldn't we be inferior in seniority? Then you have to call me Uncle Don." Donne, whose thoughts were still wandering, couldn't help but flash such a thought in his mind.

Afterwards, he came back to his senses, put on a serious attitude, and nodded pretendingly.

"In that case, Mr. Dorn, I have something to remind you." Benisha cleared her throat:

"As an alien human adventurer, you are likely to become the target of other people's fire in the first round of fighting."

"Although it is said that in the [Blood and Horn] competition, everyone will not really fight to the death. However, the weapons we use are all real ones, and no one can say for sure when there will be accidents. "

"So, if you're really in a situation where you can't fight. I mean if, I personally recommend that you quickly choose to fall to the ground or surrender. In this way, others will give up attacking you."

When Benisha was speaking, almost all the young male tauren around her were staring at her.

However, the heifer didn't seem to care much about their stares.

"Okay, I will pay attention, thank you for reminding, Miss Benisha." Don smiled and nodded.

What Benisha said was what old Keez had said to Donne before.

I never thought that this pair of father and daughter, although they seemed not to deal with each other when they met, they still have a lot of similarities in thinking.

In addition, the heifer seems to be less cold and unapproachable when the old Chez is not present than when they first met.

"Miss?" Benisha seemed a little surprised when she heard Dawn address her, and then nodded, "No one has ever called me that, but it's a very good name, I like it."

It seems that in the Minotaur group, it seems that such a title is rarely used.

After Benisha left, Dawn felt that the young tauren around him were looking at him with vigilance and hostility.

However, he didn't pay much attention to these gazes.

Judging from the reactions of these tauren, it must be that Benisha's admirers are jealous.

Young people, they understand everything.

"However, Benisha has half-human blood, and her appearance is more similar to that of humans. This means that those tauren who admire her may be better than humans in terms of aesthetics? Tauren...human, tauren...human... …hey-hey……"

Because the waiting time for the melee to start was too long and boring, Donne's thoughts began to diverge again.

But on this point, he was wrong.

In fact, tauren people's love for the opposite sex is generally not based on their appearance.

There are tauren who look at the face, but very few.

Most Minotaurs, when choosing a spouse of the opposite sex, only pay attention to whether the other party is strong or not.

Among the Minotaurs, those who are favored by the opposite sex and get the priority in choosing a mate must be powerful and fierce existences.

Benissa is such an existence.