Achieving Nothing, I Can Only Be the Pirate King-Chapter 623 - 371: Wall of Fat, King of Devourers (Part 2)

Chapter 623: Chapter 371: Wall of Fat, King of Devourers (Part 2)

As a result, Sage had completely lost interest.

What kind of royal palace is this?

The poorest palace Sage had ever encountered was the royal palace of Alabasta, but even so, even though they were out of money, they still had what was necessary.

Originally, he thought that all efforts to collect taxes, with the people nearly starving, would inevitably result in wealth.

But seeing it now, Sage understood that he had encountered a palace at a new historical low.

"Poor to this extent, why bother hollowing out a mountain? Just go all out and make it an open-air in the center of the royal capital."

"It wasn’t like this before. When the old king was in power, it was still very wealthy here. King Ferngard sold everything."

As soon as Sage finished speaking, someone immediately responded, and an echo rang out in the empty space.

He glanced back and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat, with a chef’s apron, walking out from another passage behind him.

This man had an unkempt beard, disheveled hair covered in grime, and clothes stained with different sized blotches of paint, looking even more like a vagabond than Kuzan.

"Hello."

He bowed slightly, performing a gesture that seemed to be a local custom.

"My name is Grace, I am a Flame Chef!"

"Oh? I have a subordinate who talks about you quite a bit along the way. Now that you appear in the royal palace, it’s just like he said, have you joined here?" Sage asked.

"No, no, I snuck in because the king forbids my entry, so I could only do it like this. Before, I drilled a hole underground, preparing to find an opportunity to plead with the king."

"But the guards were too tight, apart from the sentry below, the hall was guarded by Gornier, with Herod on either side of the passage. They are responsible for protecting the king. But you arrived, they couldn’t pay attention to me, so I seized the chance to come over."

Grace’s eyes gleamed with excitement and exhilaration as he said:

"I’ve discovered a method this time that can definitely create a new flame, ensuring no harm comes to people. It’s a real, usable flame!"

He gestured animatedly, "This flame doesn’t conflict with the king’s desired flame, he will definitely agree. Once we have flames to cook with, everyone can have a full meal!"

"How will you do that?" Sage asked with interest.

"Look, this is my invention!"

Grace pulled out a transparent jar, the contents inside resembling liquid yet also somewhat gaseous.

"I call this the Fire Flow Bottle, a small thing, which will explode in a sealed place when struck violently, and the gas released can burn, allowing a fire to be ignited based on this!"

Sage raised an eyebrow, "So the explosion I saw earlier was triggered by this?"

"N... well, it was me."

Grace scratched his head apologetically, "I wanted to bring flames, believing I’d surely succeed, but still failed. Yet, through these repeated failures, after my final adjustments, I discovered this method!"

"Since this thing emits toxic gases and can’t be used directly, then blow up the mountain!"

Grace laughed, "Based on my calculations, just blowing this up can create scenes akin to a volcanic eruption, invoking the volcano within the island; after a brief eruption, some terrains will change."

"Though it’s not flame stone, at that time, there’ll certainly be those scorching slabs hot enough for boiling and roasting, but that’s not fire and doesn’t violate the king’s orders!"

"Once it explodes, this kingdom will be saved!"

"...."

Sage was stunned for a moment, looking at Grace like someone lacking intelligence, pointing to the ground, "Where is this?"

"It’s the royal palace."

"Where’s the royal palace built?"

"Our Cloud Mountain Kingdom’s royal palace is embedded within the mountain, a very iconic kingdom. Before the old king passed away, this was still a tourist area, with part open for visitors to tour."

"Hmm, then what do you want to do?"

"Blow up the mountain."

"That’s just it."

Sage laughed, "You, my friend, have a real talent for being a joker, hahaha!"

Grace froze, realizing what he was about to do, flashing a bitter smile.

"Besides, doing it like that, you wouldn’t satisfy either side, would you? You’re already hated by the people of this kingdom, right?"

"No matter."

Grace revealed a bright smile, completely contrasting his disheveled attire, "Since they already hate me, let them continue hating. I’m not one to pursue that sort of thing." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Bang!

No sooner had he spoken, a muffled sound erupted from the wall ahead.

"Food! Has the food not been prepared yet!"

From within the wall, a remarkably heavy voice echoed.

Yes, heavy.

Not typically used to describe a sound, yet Sage had this very feeling.

He gave a light ’hmm’, his pupils flickering with red dots, extending Observation, revealing a hint of surprise.

Tap, tap, tap...

Footsteps sounded from behind as one chef after another pushed huge food carts from narrow passages on either side of the wall ahead, directly into the wall.

Like being absorbed, the carts entered the glowing wall and shortly emerged again, but the food had completely disappeared, looking bare as if never there.

Only after all the food on the carts was absorbed and expelled, did the chefs breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, you all..."

One chef noticed Sage and Grace, about to speak when the towering white glowing wall began shaking again.

"Not enough! Totally not enough! Such excellent meat, I can smell it, fresh, healthy, top-grade meat! Excellent food, better than any other ingredients!"

The heavy voice carried the ’wall’, like sticky water flowing down, gushing forward, stopping before Sage.

"Oh! It’s exactly this taste, exactly this!"

The flowing white substance tinged with yellow, resembling the wall’s genuine color, began morphing, forming a giant human face before Sage.

It was like a grotesque face squeezed by fat, sniffing with its nose, eyes buried beneath layers of fat, hard to tell open or shut, leaving Grace beside him sensing its signals of greed and desire, retreating a few steps.

The fatty face displayed a blissful expression, "The tightness of the flesh, its freshness, top-grade flesh... It’s exactly what I want! I want to eat this!"

Sage recognized it; not a wall, but a mass of flowing fat.

The radiant wall’s light wasn’t a unique device but merely... a layer of oily fat on top.

Really...

"Revolting... Hey, is this your king, Grace?" Sage asked sideways.

Grace nervously swallowed, "I don’t know; the last time I tried entering, I was stopped. Although King Ferngard had been very fat since before, he wasn’t this bad."

This could hardly be defined as human...

But that face, despite being deformed by accumulated fat, he could still recognize.

It indeed held a resemblance to Ferngard’s facial features from back then.

"I want to eat this! I want to eat this!" Ferngard roared, emitting a remarkably heavy voice, like vocal cords being endlessly compressed, producing thin threads of sound, heard as heavy as thunder.

"Your Majesty! That’s a person!"

The chef beside reminded, "That’s inedible! Please wait awhile as we prepare the new top-tier dishes!"

"There’s nothing at the top tier! I’ve had enough of that stuff! Right now, I just want this!"

Ferngard’s eyelids were blown to open, rippling waves revealing a pair of enormous eyes without eyelids, filled with a voracious desire.

The open mouth began drooling profusely at this moment, "This flesh is definitely delicious, even eaten raw!"