Chapter 610
Affirming that this ‘Rainbow Meal’ didn’t contain human flesh, fingernails, pubic hair, or other toxins, Sheyan started gorging himself . Following that, a dark-skinned lass hoisted over a reed woven basket of pastries over .
The pastries were exceedingly unusual . Pouring the local specialty, sorghum powder, into a finely cut wooden gourd before steaming it over a stone pot of boiling water; until the pastries exuberated a delicious fragrance . After which a ground mix of salt, banana, peanuts, palm oil and hot pepper will be added . In the native tongue, it was known as ‘Ygela’ .
These greyish pastries had a supple texture and tasted sour . Sheyan even noticed the tribe folks sprinkling a greyish powder into their mugs . When he mimicked them, he realized it wasn’t ground pepper or table salt like what he imagined it to be . Instead, those were ores ground into grains that he crunched uncomfortably with his teeth . In contrast, those natives swayed their heads with contentment while drinking those down . During the latter stages, they lifted their straw skirts and started dancing around .
As he spectated their movements, Sheyan suddenly recalled that during the time of the ancient China Jin dynasty, they would also grind minerals into powder; hailed as the ‘Five Minerals Powder’ . That was the reason the famous Wang Xizhi farted and belched . Never did he expect in Africa, thousands of miles away, they shared a similar principle . It was a pity these tribesmen didn’t seem capable of leaving heirlooms like that of the Lantingji Xu* .
(TN: *The Lantingji Xu or Lanting Xu, is a piece of Chinese calligraphy work generally considered to be written by the well-known calligrapher Wang Xizhi from the East Jin Dynasty . )
Next, a couple of tribesmen proceeded to offer Sheyan their own delicacies . Delicacies like insect eggs, locusts, and worms… . . Their behavior was similar to those red-scarfed young girls in the real world, with a red dot between their brows, who offered flowers to those uncles and aunties when they deplaned . . . Obviously, the symbolism was similar . Even though Sheyan was touched, accepting them was a whole different story .
Towards those unique African delicacies, Brother Black feasted till his belly turned round . Sheyan observed that Mogensha’s favourite seemed to be a black charred leaf thing, moreover he ate with keen pleasure . As such, Sheyan couldn’t resist the urge for a sample .
On the first bite, a sour taste with a tinge of salted egg yolk seeped out . On the second bite, the taste of barbeque was stronger, resembling that of fried poached egg or coddled egg . In no time, Sheyan could taste an unexplainable bloody taste . . . of which he tugged Brother Black to inquire subtly . Instantly, his eyes popped as his belly experienced the overturning seas . As it turns out, those were hand sized massive spiders, once that could even hunt down little birds . They skinned and wrapped the massive spider’s fatty body, before roasting them inside the fire… . .
Earlier on, Sheyan had attempted to scour around for information, but unsure whether these natives were muddled or tight-lipped, he couldn’t obtain a single piece of intelligence .
After this, Sheyan didn’t dare to consume queer offered delicacies anymore . He waited until approximately half an hour later, where the intoxications of the rum kicked in and gradually crumbled the mental fortitude of the natives .
As the saying goes, drunkenness vomits out truths, Sheyan then started paying close attention to the sentences spewed by the Tribe Chieftain beside him .
"Don’t you have any other precious specialties?"
"N-Nah . . nothing else, only these… . . "
"Come, sample our specialty, the Golden Rum (Hiccup) . "
"Oh hck, not bad this taste, not bad ay . "
"Chieftain, is it that your tribe warriors are not bold enough?"
Fuming up, the Chieftain rebuked . "Nonsense, our tribe’s warriors are as sly as wolves and as fierce as lions!"
"Then, why are you afraid of the enemy tribe of Ndipaya?"
"You, what do you know! That Ndipaya tribe aren’t humans, they are devils! Descendants of evil gods . Anyone who steps into those damned wetlands will be dragged into their remnants, forced to become horrifying slaves of the dead!"
"That’s just a fable right, fables are juicily exaggerated . "
"That . . . that is no fable!! Twenty years ago, for my father, I ventured into that vast wetland . The heinous abnormalities of that place are absolutely unimaginable . Those diabolical and foreboding Ndipaya demons, they pursued us unceasingly! It was like a nightmare, but it wasn’t just them . Even nature became our enemy . Mahrus, our nature’s god, had gone completely berserk! Treacheries laid bare everywhere and even in the air, the soil and the rivers… . . even the dead climbed back up to haunt us… . . "
Upon hearing the old Chieftain’s words, the eyes of the trio twinkled unanimously .
Although this old head guarded his lips like a closed bottle, he could only spew fragments of truths under the deadly influence of rum . Moreover, Sheyan could infer from Little Lord Fokke’s body, that place known as the Kijuju Wetlands, was definitely a dismal, putrid, treacherous place filled with epidemic pestilences .
Under such circumstances, if they could acquire the services of a guide, that could inevitably shave off half the required efforts while increasing their chances .
Nevertheless, these natives weren’t even accustomed to having a full meal . It was simply impossible to draw out adequate time need through this period of feasting and drinking . Furthermore, their alcohol tolerance was exceedingly poor .
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