Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 238: The Infernal Blood Crocodile

Third Person's POV

The dark elf, on the other hand, did attract some fleeting gazes, and her sharp features and exotic beauty earned her a few appreciative glances.

However, she lacked the almost ethereal level of magnetism that Virelle possessed and thus the attention she garnered was far more restrained.

Suddenly, Ethan felt a small tug at his side.

Glancing down, he found Velcy grasping the hem of his shirt with her large and expectant eyes silently pointing toward a nearby meat stall operated by a group of massive burly orcs.

The sizzling aroma of grilled meats wafted through the air. It was thick with spices and smoke, making her intentions unmistakable.

Ethan chuckled softly as amusement flickered in his gaze and he indulged her silent request as he started walking toward the stall.

Seeing this, Velcy's expression brightened with visible excitement and a rare display of eagerness broke through her usual calm demeanor.

However, Virelle's brows furrowed slightly.

She couldn't quite understand Velcy's fascination with the orc-run stall but she followed nonetheless with a piqued curiosity.

The orc-run meat stall was a spectacle, unlike anything Ethan had ever seen.

It embodied the very description a person might conjure while envisioning the untamed culinary culture of the demon lands.

Massive infernos roared beneath towering fire ovens and their intense flames licked at enormous slabs of meat as they were slowly roasted to perfection.

The air was thick with the scent of charred flesh and exotic spices.

It was a heady mixture that sent waves of heat rolling through the bustling marketplace.

Ethan's sharp eyes quickly identified the distinct shapes of thick, lizard-like tails and powerful reptilian legs among the cuts.

But what truly captured his attention was the sight of a colossal ten-meter-long blood-red crocodile impaled on a massive spit.

Its thick scales were seared to a deep black as muscular, eight-foot-tall orc chefs tirelessly rotated the heavy metal lever to ensure even cooking.

One particular burly orc wielded an oversized brush and slathered the sizzling meat with glistening oil while the other scattered multicolored spices in wild and exaggerated motions.

Each flick of his wrist sent fragrant clouds billowing into the air as their rich aromas mingled with the smoky heat.

The scene was almost surreal and for the first time in a long while, Ethan found himself genuinely stunned by the sheer intensity of the culture shock.

His gaze shifted to another section of the stall, where an enormous boar was completely stripped of its fur and was skewered over an open flame.

Its glistening flesh dripped with oil as it slowly rotated over the embers.

The golden-brown sheen of the meat made it clear that the cooking process was near completion and the sizzling sound it produced only added to the mouthwatering display.

At the forefront of this controlled chaos stood a female orc.

She was notably more slender than her male counterparts at least by orcish standards yet still towered over Ethan with an imposing presence.

Despite the sharp tusks protruding from the corners of her lips, she greeted them with a surprisingly warm smile.

Her voice was rich and welcoming as she spread her arms in a grand gesture.

"Welcome, honored patrons, to our humble stall of Guts & Gristle Grill!

Here, we serve only the finest cuts from the strongest and most ferocious magical creatures!

Every ingredient you see before you is as fresh as it gets. That is no tricks, no deceit but only pure and unadulterated flavor.

Right now, we are proudly offering our premium delicacy—a Grade Three Infernal Blood Crocodile who was freshly slain by our warriors this morning!

The meat is rich with power and its essence is untouched and unmarred by artificial enhancements.

Everything here is prepared in full view of our guests, so you can see the care and craftsmanship that goes into each dish!"

Her sharp gaze swept over them and appraised their interest before she flashed another tusked grin.

"So, travelers, what shall it be? What rare delight can we prepare for you today?"

Ethan's brows twitched ever so slightly at the deep and almost gravelly voice of the orc woman but he maintained his composure and offered her a polite smile.

He had to suppress the urge to laugh outright when she referred to this sprawling establishment as a "small stall."

This place was anything but small.

In the midst of the crowded and chaotic marketplace, it occupied a vast area and stood out like a fortress of gastronomy.

Its sheer size was more akin to a grand banquet hall, with ample space for both the frenzied cooking area and a dedicated dining section.

A massive ostentatious signboard loomed above the entrance.

It had a wild and exaggerated design that featured the fierce face of an orc with tusks on the sides of his mouth.

The vibrant colors and bold strokes of the name gave it an almost intimidating presence.

He could see that it was clearly meant to attract customers who relished the idea of feasting like warriors.

Ethan exchanged a few pleasantries with the orc woman before he and his companions made their way toward the eating area.

To his surprise, the dining section was much cleaner and more refined than he had initially expected.

The temperature here was noticeably cooler and offered a reprieve from the sweltering heat of the blazing ovens.

The cacophony of the bustling crowd was significantly muffled here.

A thick, glass-like barrier separated the wild inferno-lit kitchen from the dining hall and allowed patrons to observe the entire cooking process without being overwhelmed by smoke or heat.

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All around them were boisterous demons, many of whom were hulking figures engaged in raucous revelry.

The clinking of enormous mugs filled with frothy wine echoed throughout the space as they tore into thick slabs of roasted meat with primal enthusiasm.

Their hearty laughter and guttural cheers filled the air and were a testament to the raw and unrestrained atmosphere of the place.

Virelle, however, seemed less than thrilled.