Chapter 432 Barn Is Dead!

"Barn, don't worry about it."

Tracy was squatting beside a stream, comforting Barn who was burying himself in the stream, trying to let the clear water purify the smell on his body.

"Barn? Who is Barn?"

There was a gurgling sound from the water, and Barn poked out half of his face: "You recognized the wrong person, my name is Bard, Bard Warhammer."

"No, although what happened just now is indeed embarrassing, but we really won't laugh at you." Tracy covered her mouth, trying to pretend that she wouldn't laugh.

"What happened?" Barn also tried to squeeze out a look of confusion, although his flushed face revealed his emotions: "I don't remember anything happening just now."

"That's right! It's best to forget!" Tracy was relieved immediately: "I was worried that you, Barn, would be upset because you accidentally shattered all the corpses, and the whole person was baptized by rotten meat, and was fainted by the smoke."

Barn froze in place, unable to control his expression, and the whole person became depressed.

"Ah? Did I say it again by accident?" Tracy reacted immediately, her face flushed, and hurriedly said: "Barn, I really didn't mean it. I wanted to comfort you."

"Don't talk to me, half-elf!" Barn lay directly in the stream: "Also, from today on, I am not Barn, my name is Bard."

"Barn is dead!"

The last sentence was almost roared.

Tang Sen glanced over here, and then continued to deal with the flesh and blood of the black dragon.

Although Barn is really funny. No, it can be said to be very funny with his stubborn performance, but Tang Sen is very busy now.

He has to deal with the flesh and blood of the black dragon, which is an extremely important source of power in the future.

Smaug has helped to peel off the leather of the black dragon - this guy has no discomfort at all in dealing with this black dragon that looks like himself, and he is even very happy.

Maybe he didn't regard the other party as his own kind, but as food. Tang Sen could feel his disgust, and even when Tang Sen was dealing with the flesh and blood, he looked at him strangely.

There is a feeling of "Master, how can you even eat such a thing? I can't understand it!"

It is indeed as Barn said, the flesh and blood of the black dragon has a sour and smelly smell. To be honest, no one can regard this thing as food.

Although dragon scales and dragon skins are disgusting, they are indeed good things. With the size of the black dragon, at least a team of dragon scale armor can be made. This thing is more precious than fine gold plate armor. Both physical and magical defenses are maxed out, and you can't buy it with money.

Tang Sen finally cleaned up some gold coins to make the dimensional bag fit this thing.

"Barn, are you done washing?"

After cleaning the black dragon's flesh and blood, Tang Sen shouted to Barn.

"Boss--" Barn poked his head out of the stream: "Please call me Bard."

He said dejectedly: "Boss, I'm not clean anymore."

"I feel like I smell like a zombie now. I hate undead creatures."

Tang Sen's magic power was running, and he casually cast a "clean as new" spell on him.

"Come and do your work."

Ban smelled his arm, and his brows softened immediately: "Huh? I'm done! Boss, why didn't you use this convenient spell earlier?"

"Are you the boss or am I the boss?" Tang Sen said unhappily: "Can't you see I'm busy? I'll teach you a lesson, so that you won't get involved next time you make a fool of yourself."

"That's definitely not possible, dwarves are the most reliable!" Barn ran over happily, and when he saw the flesh and blood of the black dragon, he immediately took a step back: "Boss, are you serious?"

"What do you think?" Tang Sen glanced at him: "I remember you claim to be an extraordinary culinary skill. I'll leave these to you, just make something delicious, and try to make this thing swallowable."

Ban's face was stiff: "I'm a chef, not a mage. I'll try."

Tang Sen could see that he really didn't know where to start, but he had no way to deal with this kind of thing. He might be able to eat what Barn made, but if he did it himself, even with his tolerance, he might not be able to stand this smelly flesh and blood.

"Next time, let's find a way to get a red dragon." Tang Sen thought while walking aside to avoid the stench of the black dragon's flesh and blood: "I remember there is a red dragon somewhere in the Underdark, very fat, definitely a great tonic." While Barn was busy, Tang Sen was not idle either. He had to try the idea that came up before. Enhance your digestive ability through the power of magic! This is not a complicated spell. Tang Sen has tried it several times in the gap between creating the transformation spell during this period, and has given up the original idea. According to the human body knowledge learned during his research on the operation fruit, enhancing his digestive function will have a good effect as expected, but in fact, the human body can digest a limited amount of food every day. In addition to the extraordinary characteristics absorbed by the shepherd's characteristics, it is difficult to eliminate the nutrients remaining in the food. Tang Sen realized that this was a vicious circle caused by his common sense. In fact, he didn't need to be so troublesome. He didn't need such precise human body principles. The wizards in the Harry Potter world created so many spells, and he had never heard of any spell created based on scientific theories.

What he needed was not so much "digestion" as "refining".

Therefore, this spell only needed to extract the extraordinary characteristics of the food eaten and separate and eliminate all other parts - if it were not for the shepherd's characteristic that he had to eat it, Tang Sen could even absorb it directly from the body without having to endure those strange tastes.

This can also prevent the body from absorbing harmful and toxic substances contained in the black dragon's flesh and blood.

Naomi hovered around Tang Sen several times, wanting to say something but stopping herself, but Tang Sen was immersed in the study of spells and ignored her.

It was not until a strange smell of pungent spices and sourness began to hit his nose that Tang Sen came to his senses.

"Boss, I tried my best."

Barn came over with a large wooden tray that had just been cut. The roasted meat on the tray was in an extremely suspicious color.

"This thing can't be stewed at all. It makes me feel like stewing shit. Ahem, boss, I'm not saying you eat-"

"Shut up!" Tang Sen stopped the other party to prevent him from saying more disgusting words.

Damn, these three teammates I found are all worse at talking than the other. Tang Sen suddenly felt that Tracy and Naomi should have been more heart-wrenching when they comforted Barn.

"Keep doing it, don't stop."

Tang Sen took the plate and sent the other party away. Looking at the thing that really didn't look like food, he took a deep breath.