Ancestor Wants to Eat Goblins

No sensible person would casually try jumping into a bottomless, shadowy gorge.

Jagged stones jutted from both sides of the cliff like bamboo shoots rooted in rock. Their sharp, thorny edges constantly proclaimed one truth—try it and die.

Kas pondered for a while and decided they needed a reliable plan. Even if the unseen bottom of the gorge was an exit, they still had to consider safety.

Besides, was Miss Aowu trustworthy? Could she be trying to trick me into jumping so she could regain her freedom?

Hmm... that was very possible.

He rubbed his nearly beardless chin, only to see Miss Aowu standing two meters away with her furry head poking out from her leather coat, tilted as she watched him curiously.

"Aowu~"

"You know, I'm not actually scared. I'm just hesitating a little... If I jump down, will there even be a whole corpse left?"

"Aowu~" Miss Aowu gave a crisp cry, tensed her legs, and leaped down. Pulled by gravity, she became a dark blur and vanished into the hazy darkness of the gorge.

Ancestor seized the chance to mock him. "You're worse than a little girl. What a disgrace to our clan."

Kas curled his lips, grabbed the chattering Ancestor from his shoulder, and hurled him hard into the crack of the gorge. Morse's long, miserable scream immediately rang out.

"No, I can't fly! Save me!"

How embarrassing.

Kas hesitated no longer. Sometimes, instead of overthinking things, it was better to trust an absurd method once. He had a feeling that the longer he stayed on the Forgotten Grassland, the more complicated things would become.

He jumped down, shouting at the top of his lungs,

"I'm flying!"

Thick, sturdy oak trees blanketed the land. Knee-high flowers, grass, and shrubs teemed with life. Dense moisture gathered on the human's brow, turning into droplets that fell onto the damp earth.

The sound of running water caught Kas's attention. Several dark figures darting through the woods put him on guard, and the wooden stick in his hand silently aimed at the restlessly rustling canopy.

The squirrel gnawing on nuts seemed to sense danger. It chirped as it sprang across the gaps between the treetops, vanishing from the human's sight in moments. The woodland returned to deathly silence.

This was a nice place, beautiful and full of life, like a hidden paradise that could only exist in dreams.

But there was one problem—I'm lost...

"Alright, we should think about what to eat later. You know, even after Iron Bone died, he was still drinking strong liquor from curved horns in Vagha's palace."

Ancestor was still as carefree as ever, hopping around nonstop on Kas's shoulder.

"Aowu~" Werewolf Lady strongly agreed. They had been walking through the lush forest for an entire day. It was time to find somewhere to rest and eat.

Morse was delighted. His skull bounced onto Kas's head, pressing down his fiery orange-red short hair.

"I saw traces of goblins just now. They'll be our dinner. What a pity Old Morse has no hands anymore, or I'd let you taste my signature live-roasted goblin feast.

First, tie the little fellows up. Slice open the veins in their wrists, drain their blood while gutting them, then stuff them with matsutake mushrooms, salt, and rosemary. Put them in the oven before they breathe their last, roast them over high heat for an hour, and you'll have tender, delicious goblin meat.

I especially love eating their hands. There isn't much meat, but there are plenty of tendons and the bones are crunchy. They're wonderfully chewy."

Miss Aowu was clearly a little glutton. Hearing Morse's exclusive goblin recipe, drool trickled from her mouth and her stomach rumbled.

"Aowu~"

"I refuse." Kas cut off their conversation. He could not accept eating goblins...

Goblins were also called goblins. Unlike the endlessly multiplying goblins from the stereotypes of his previous life, goblins in the Sorrow Mountains were extremely rare.

That was because the Sorrow Mountains lacked resources. These highlands in the far north were roughly a combination of the Scandinavian Peninsula and the Tibetan Plateau, and the vast, barren environment made food exceptionally precious.

As a result, the fierce Rishiman People regarded goblins as food. Their communal nature made it easy to catch them all, young and old alike, and they had nearly gone extinct several times.

In the end, the wise Great Shaman proclaimed an important divine decree: when encountering goblins, no one was allowed to capture juvenile goblins.

You had to fish the pond dry sustainably. You could not kill them all at once, or where would you find emergency rations in winter?

On the second day after transmigrating, Kas had eaten a strange lump of meat mixed in with beef and mutton. It tasted odd, somewhat sour and astringent.

He could not accept eating an intelligent humanoid life-form. At least not while there were still other choices... he could not.

"Why? Are you still disgusted by that piece of goblin meat? What an incomprehensible fool." Morse sighed and lectured him earnestly like an elder.

"Back in our day, life was far harder than it is for you lot. Eating meat was a luxury. Every day, we could only look for lichen and moss in caves to eat..."

Miss Aowu listened with great seriousness to Morse's recollections of the past, nodding repeatedly with remarkable expression. If she had a notebook and pen, she would definitely have written down Ancestor's teachings.

"I found wild boar tracks. Miss Aowu, do you want stinky goblins or fragrant wild boar?"

Miss Aowu's gaze shifted back and forth between Kas and Morse. Faced with their two blazing stares, she had to make a choice now.

Her furry triangular ears drooped, and she gave a somewhat dejected howl. "Wuu~"

A victorious, smug smile appeared on Kas's face. That was the right choice. Goblin meat? Even dogs would not eat it.

Morse disdainfully spat nonexistent saliva onto the ground. "She's your wife, of course she'll listen to you. What's so good about wild boar? They stink all over."

"Shut up, or I'll stuff a lump of goblin shit into your mouth so you'll never be able to hold your head up in front of the other old fossils."

The nagging Ancestor continued cursing nonstop. Kas bent down, dug up a clump of damp earth, and stuffed it into the empty skull.

He nodded at Miss Aowu beside him and pointed toward the sound of babbling water.

"Go around from the left. I'll block its retreat."

Miss Aowu clenched her fist and nodded, giving Kas a look that said, Don't worry.

Their simple exchange quickly proved effective after they spotted a fat wild boar. Miss Aowu pounced from the dense bushes, like moonlight sweeping across the silent land.

The wild boar squealed, but it had no intention of avoiding the werewolf. Its fat body charged forward, head lowered to reveal two sharp tusks. It actually intended to ram the werewolf to death.

The charging beast was fast. In only a few steps, it crossed the shallow stream and collided head-on with the werewolf.

Miss Aowu might have lacked combat experience. The werewolf's powerful body was enough to withstand the wild boar's charge head-on, or she could have landed, dodged, and counterattacked with her claws, easily tearing open its throat.

But during her pounce, she chose to twist her body, trying to roll upward and avoid the wild boar's tusks like some acrobat.

With no point of leverage, her movement was too slow, and the wild boar's tusks were about to pierce her belly.

A "meteor" shot out from the bushes, trailing bone dust and curses as it smashed into the wild boar's head.

She looked toward the bushes and saw Kas slowly approaching with a thick wooden stick in hand, muttering under his breath,

"Looks like I overestimated you... Miss Aowu, have you ever caught even a single sheep on the Forgotten Grassland?

Even a hunting dog that had only trained for a short while could see your stiff movements and proudly call itself a hunting master."