Chapter 62: My Family (1/2)

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As the feast continued, the Orcs began to bring something they called ”ale” which was fermented water with special types of seeds and herbs who they added something sweet named death fruit juice.

Death Fruit was a grotesque fruit that grew in the dry and black-colored leafless trees near the swamp, they formed every 10 years after enough souls were gathered in such strange trees, and the fruits would take the shape of dry and agonizing human-like faces. The Orcs would collect such fruits and open their hard interior to find a sweet, red-colored interior. It was the only sweet food available in the entire area.

These fruits were incredibly precious, however, as they represented the death passing and their souls being used to the nourishment of the new generations, so it was often only fed to the young Orcs and to pregnant mothers to give them enough calories and sugars to survive the cold temperatures of the night.

However, usually, the seeds were fermented alongside some of the juice into a special type of ale that was only drunk on special occasions, and this was a special occasion for them.

”Here, my lord, please try it! It is quite a good drink!” said Dura, as she gave Chaos a large jug of this red-colored alcoholic beverage.

Chaos smelled it as he found the scent rather enticing, his eyes gleaming with bright red light, as he drank a bit of it after he finished eating a giant roasted snake.

Sweet.

”Hmm… This… What is this?” he wondered.

Chaos on his entire life had never tasted something that was sweet, his previous life he was only fed multi-vitaminic juices packed with calories that had the taste of bitter milk, and in this new life, he had mostly eaten raw materials such as meat, bones, skin, and inner organs, alongside a lot of blood.

Oh, well, blood had a certain sweetness, but he found it to have a different flavor to the refreshing and slightly spicy sweetness of the ale, it seemed very stimulating to his tongue, and after the first drink, he continued to drink more and more, until the jug was finished in a few seconds.

”Hahh… This is good…” he said, feeling a bit hot on his chest, was this being drunk?

But he was a Vampire Dragon, how could he get drunk?

Naturally, the drunkenness quickly faded away, it only lasted a minute. But the feeling he got was stimulating to his heart and mind.

”Is it, isn't it?” asked Dura with an excited smile.

”This drink is quite sweet, and it is also made by fermenting the seeds and the juice of death fruits, my lord. It seems to be a special type of alcoholic drink preferred by the Orcs. Hmm, perhaps we could try planting some of those trees around here and use the powers of the scarecrows and the Elder Treant to boost their growth speed and fruit production! If they need souls, we can also find them and insert them into the trees,” said Belphegor.