Spending My Retirement In A Game

Chapter 913 Black Dragon Clan

"Oi, old man, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

The moment they realized what Eisen was trying, a group of players approached him. They were clearly showing off their weapons, as if trying to prove how strong they were. Of course, Eisen could tell that these guys weren't even level 200 yet. Meanwhile, Eisen was close to level 400 at this point. And strength didn't exactly proceed in a linear way in this world. He was many, many times stronger than these young folk.

"I'm making some food. Consider it charity, in some way," Eisen pointed out, looking away from the players as he properly continued cooking. He was trying to make congee. Specifically, he was using a chicken congee recipe. Since cockatrice has a similar texture and flavour profile to chicken, it was a pretty good substitute. Plus, the extra mana inside of it would make the dish not only taste better but a bit more filling at the same time, while not making it any harder to digest.

These people hadn't eaten properly in a while, so they needed something that their weakened bodies could eat properly. Luckily, congee was relatively easy for Eisen to make at scale a well.

"Charity?" one of the players scoffed, "I don't think you understand the situation you're in right now. This is the territory of the Black Dragon Clan, alright?"

Eisen stopped, finally looking back at the players, "Ah... alright, so you're all champions chosen by the black dragon that lives in the forest? I'm glad to hear that it's actually around here, that makes things a lot easier."

The players started laughing, "Easier? What, did you want to join us, or something?" they asked, "You know, we do require certain... contributions before we show new recruits the actual way to the dragon. That means either paying a hefty sum, or doing some quests for us."

The old man stared at the players. They were cocky and annoying.

"How many of you guys are here in the village? Rather, how many people does the 'Black Dragon Clan' have?"

Not sure why Eisen was asking that right now of all times, the players hesitated for a moment, but they replied soon enough anyway, "About a hundred as of recent, but wh-"

The player wasn't able to finish the sentence before his head slid off his neck. Eisen's demonic greatsword was able to move independently to a degree, being a rather intelligent ego sword, and against people like this, Eisen didn't need to get involved directly.

"Damn... Eisen, are they..?" Sky asked with a wry, startled smile, staring down at the head as it was slowly dissolving. Bree was stood next to him, similarly surprised, but a bit more curious than her brother.

"Yes, of course I marked them with my spores," as if it were obvious, Caria let out a long sigh, "They already reached their hideout, so I called on my puff cloud myconids. The whole building should be covered in my mushrooms and kiddies now~!"

With a smug expression, Caria grinned at Sal, "Meanwhile, they cut through Sal's threads, so he lost them."

Eisen almost flinched, "They cut through his threads? Seriously?"

"Huh?" Caria let out, "Yeah, so what?"

"..." Eisen hesitated for a moment. People around the level of those players from before shouldn't be able to do that so easily. Thinking about it, if all of these people were the black dragon's champions, they had to be given the special ability that dragon could bestow, "What domains were black dragons again? Death, curses, poison... that kind of thing?"

Eisen looked at Sky, who quickly nodded, "Yeah, usually. But the specifics are always different."

The old man looked over at the nearby villagers, who were too stunned to move away, and clearly too scared to do anything else either, "What do you know about the black dragon? Or better even, what do you know about the abilities that these people were given by it?"

Still hesitant, the villagers looked at each other. But after a few moments, they seemed to understand that if they had any hope at all, it could come from telling this old man the few things that they knew.

"It's... it's as you said, they all have abilities related to curses."

The old man raised a brow, "Curses, huh? Yeah, alright, I can work with that... Any specifics? Is it a particular type of curse?"

"No, not really... they all take different shapes depending on the wielder. It's like the cursed energies dye the abilities they had before..."

Eisen thought about it for a few moments. So it was a rather versatile ability. Even better. Maybe Eisen could use it to make some cursed items, "Got it. Thanks. Anyway, as I said before, but please go gather the other villagers. The first batch should be done in around thirty minutes. Anyone that arrives beforehand can have something to drink already as well, it's some fruit juice. Just go over there to my companion, she'll hand everything out," Eisen started, pointing at Bree who had already put down her hammer and was now standing next to the large barrel that Sigurd had brought out, "And don't hesitate to go for seconds or thirds. There's plenty to feed everyone in this village a couple times over."Nôv(el)B\\jnn