Chapter 3 (1/2)
Translator: Exodus Tales
Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by Mianbao
Edited by RED
He sighed. He was only a silkworm farmer.
Relying on selling silk to make a living, Zhu Minglang would have married Xiaoyan, the girl who lived opposite him, in the coming year if nothing went wrong, and lived an ordinary life, following the tides of the world.
Zhu Minglang had gotten rid of all his ambitions over the years. He no longer desired glory like in the past, and only wanted a simple, honest life planting mulberry trees, living out his life in a place where no one knew him, raising silkworms…
Who would have thought a day would suddenly arrive where he slept in the same dungeon as the incomparably dazzling Valkyrie? It truly was an unpeaceful life…
Closing his eyes, Zhu Minglang started feeling sleepy.
Soon, he fell asleep, exhausted.
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Sizzle, sizzle…
-Smells so good! Is my neighbor deep frying spring rolls again?-
Zhu Minglang woke up, and soon picked up the aroma of something frying.
After splashing his face with some cold water, Zhu Minglang realized the aroma came from his own kitchen.
-Where’s the Valkyrie?
-She’s in the kitchen???
-She knows how to cook?!
-Amazing! From the dungeons, to the living room, and even the kitchen!- {TLN: Meaning she can handle many problems, from home affairs to outside issues.}
After entering the simple kitchen, Zhu Minglang saw a bamboo basin sitting next to a large pot. Tiny rolls, deep fried to a golden yellow, were placed in the bamboo basin, looking crispy and delicious!
Soon, however, Zhu Minglang saw a devastating sight!
The Valkyrie was holding a pair of long chopsticks, skillfully coating plump silkworms in a thick layer of sweet potato powder, one after another, then tossing them into the pot of hot, boiling oil. Another fresh wave of aroma immediately arose.
“My silkworms!!” Zhu Minglang cried out in anguish.
“I’m hungry. There isn’t any other food in your house.”
-The silkworms are so cute; how can you eat them!-
They were the silkworms Zhu Minglang had painstakingly raised for over a month. Each of them could be exchanged for a grain of silver sand. Finding a wife for him in this town all depended on these most expensive silkworms…
“You’re beautiful like an angel, and bear an extraordinary temperament, but how are you able to deep fry silkworms so well… How could you be so cruel!” Zhu Minglang said, wanting to cry but no tears would come out.
“I have seen these silkworms of yours before. This is how my servants do it. I had a bite of it before, but it’s too oily. I didn’t really like it.” The Valkyrie wrapped the fried silkworm with a young green leaf, balancing out the oiliness and bit down on it. Afterwards, she swallowed down with slightly knitted eyebrows.
-So be it if you’re eating them, but you’re even complaining that they’re too oily, and making such a face, like you’re finding it difficult to swallow them…
-They’re clearly delicious!-
In the end, Zhu Minglang also clipped a piece and rolled it up with fresh vegetables, bringing it into his mouth.
“I’m not eating you, I’m not eating you, little fellow. Those are silkworms raised to be eaten to begin with,” Zhu Minglang assured the little ice worm on his shoulder as he ate.
“There has been a rumor in recent months saying that dragonlings love eating silkworms, and any young beings that eat silkworms have to be captured if they ever appear; their chances of dragonizing are higher,” the Valkyrie said.
“No wonder the sales of silkworms have been especially high recently, so much so that supply can’t keep up with the demand. I had thought some young miss from some rich family was about to get married and needed large amounts of silkworms to make dresses. Damn it, they are meant to provide silk for making clothes, and have become food instead. Those silkworms must feel unresigned.”
“If eating silkworms allowed a creature to dragonize, their souls wouldn’t feel any injustice, even if tens of thousands of them were sacrificed,” the Valkyrie replied.
“Are dragons very noble?”
“They are.”
“What about compared to you?”