Free Web NovelChapter 347: Chapter 270: Party 2
The vermicelli noodles were satisfyingly chewy, with a pleasant texture. They swam in a rich, mellow beef bone broth loaded with a generous amount of black pepper.
The spicy heat warmed his throat, traveled down to his stomach, and then instantly spread through his entire body. With just one sip, a wave of comfort washed over him, and the shivering that had wracked his body gradually subsided into a pleasant warmth. freēwēbnovel.com
"So, what do you think? This place is pretty nice, right?" Feng Mountain asked, his face full of pride. He was quite confident in his camp.
North quickly swallowed the mouthful of beef blood, a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he nodded again and again.
"It’s a wonderful place. The animals will definitely love it here."
"But why are there two different temperatures in one area?"
North suddenly remembered the strange temperature shift. He hadn’t had a chance to ask when he was frozen stiff, but now that he was warm, his curiosity flared up again.
’This question again.’
Feng Mountain was getting tired of explaining it.
’Maybe I should just put up a sign in the camp explaining why there are two temperatures.’
But considering North had traveled so far to reach the Crown Territory, he would reluctantly explain it one more time.
Just then, the Corpse Digger, Milyukov, who hadn’t been seen by the others for quite some time, suddenly appeared at the lively party.
Milyukov walked straight toward Feng Mountain, his rigid expression like a cold Siberian wind, looking completely out of place amid the joyous songs and laughter.
"Hey, Milyukov! Are you guys here for the party?" Feng Mountain, on the other hand, was enthusiastic, greeting him with a friendly smile.
Although these Siberian Yakuts weren’t very sociable and usually kept to themselves, seeming a bit cold when they interacted with others, Feng Mountain still held a favorable opinion of them.
During the last poaching incident, when all the men had left to hunt down the culprits, the camp’s defenses were weak. It was they who had bravely stepped up to protect it.
Milyukov was still dressed in his signature camouflage. He forced a smile onto his somewhat rigid face. It looked a bit stiff, but you could still sense his friendly intent.
"Sir, all the Mammoth bones have been excavated. We’ve also numbered them, so they’re ready to be transported and assembled at any time. Have you decided on a location? When can we begin assembly?"
Milyukov’s voice was low, and he got straight to the point, wasting no words.
’What!’
’The Mammoth bones.’
Feng Mountain had almost forgotten all about it.
His expression faltered for a second before he quickly masked his awkwardness with a smile. His mind raced as he hurriedly replied.
"Of course. Right here, around the bonfire. We’ll start tomorrow. What do you think?"
Hearing Feng Mountain’s reply, Milyukov just shrugged nonchalantly. His face remained impassive, and his tone was flat.
"You’re the boss, so you decide. I’ll go back and get the bones packed up now."
"Hey, buddy, you can put work aside for now. We’re having a party today, why not have a drink?" Feng Mountain said, feeling helpless in the face of the stoic Yakut’s personality.
"Sorry, alcohol corrodes the body, and we have families to support." After saying this, Milyukov turned and left without the slightest hesitation, maintaining his unsociable demeanor.
"My God, he must be a devout, pious Protestant," North muttered to himself, watching Milyukov’s retreating figure with admiration. He was in awe of Milyukov’s self-discipline and adherence to his principles.
At the same time, the thought that he himself had just been drinking, violating his beliefs as a Puritan, filled him with growing regret. His brow furrowed, and his face filled with remorse.
Seeing this, Feng Mountain chuckled and said in a deliberately showy manner.
"Buddy, he’s Eastern Orthodox. If I remember correctly, there were bloody wars in Crimea Sevastopol between Catholicism, Protestantism, and the Eastern Orthodox Church, and they snatched the Christmas Church and the Holy Sepulchre Church right from the hands of the Orthodox. If I were to tell Milyukov that you’re a Puritan, what do you suppose he’d do to you?"
He finished with a deliberate wiggle of his eyebrows, his face full of mischievous glee, looking like he’d just found a fun new game.
North couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that. He felt indignant, his voice tinged with complaint.
"Damn it, aren’t you Chinese? How do you know so much about the history of religious wars?"
When this topic came up, Feng Mountain couldn’t help but recall the days when he had first arrived in the Crown Territory.
Back then, he lived all alone in the frozen Far North Tundra. The land was desolate and uninhabited, and life was indescribably dull.
His only pastime was reading through the bookshelves full of books his grand-uncle had left behind.
The shelves were crammed with all sorts of books, and one about this great spectacle in the history of Western religion just happened to be among them.
With nothing else to do back then, he had read them one by one, unknowingly committing the historical accounts to memory. He never thought he’d get to show off that knowledge to North one day.
At that, Feng Mountain adopted the air of an old scholar and began to lecture North in a deadpan, preachy tone.
"We have an old saying in China: ’Books are the ladder of human progress.’ You should read more."
Hearing this, North immediately perked up. His eyes lit up as if he had just caught his opponent in a mistake, and he immediately retorted.
"That’s not right! Gorky said that, and Gorky was Soviet, not Chinese. You’re mistaken."
"Right. ’Gao’-rky. His family name was Gao, which is a common Chinese surname from the Hundred Family Surnames. There’s no ’North’ in there, that’s for sure."
Yet Feng Mountain didn’t even blush. He shamelessly fabricated a connection to the historical figure, forcing his nonsensical argument to hold up.
This shameless, sophist audacity left North completely stunned.
The rebuttal he’d prepared died in his throat. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond and could only stand there, mouth agape, staring blankly at Feng Mountain, utterly speechless.
Those nearby who overheard their conversation couldn’t help but chuckle, finding the pair’s bickering rather amusing.
Just then, Tammy walked over timidly.
Her baby face was full of anticipation, and her big, sparkling eyes were fixed on Feng Mountain. She asked in a soft, sweet voice,
"Khilla, will you dance with me?"
"Of course, my beautiful Princess!" A brilliant smile bloomed on Feng Mountain’s face as he agreed instantly. He even made a point to glance back and shoot North a disdainful look.
Then, like a gentleman, he took Tammy’s small hand, and the two of them walked toward the center of the party.
When the crowd saw Feng Mountain, the already lively atmosphere immediately became even more boisterous.
Cheers and whistles erupted from all around. It was as if everyone had been injected with a shot of adrenaline, and the atmosphere grew even more electric.
Upon reaching the center of the area, the two of them deliberately bowed to the surrounding crowd as if they were on a TV show.
Driven by the high-energy music and the fiery rhythm, Feng Mountain and Tammy completely let loose, bobbing their heads to the beat.
Seeing Feng Mountain having so much fun, the crowd cheered him on even more. The shouts grew louder and louder, one wave after another, until the entire party felt like a bonfire, with the heat steadily climbing.
Swept up in the fervent atmosphere, Feng Mountain got carried away and suddenly started breakdancing.
He started with a moonwalk, his gliding steps looking surprisingly professional, before quickly shifting through a variety of other poses.
The dance might have been a bit dated, but so what?
It was the only dance Feng Mountain knew. frёewebnoѵēl.com
When the crowd saw Feng Mountain’s unique dance moves, they were stunned for a moment, then burst into uproarious laughter. However, there wasn’t a trace of mockery in their laughter.
Inspired, everyone started rushing onto the dance floor.
A chaotic, free-for-all dance began. Everyone did their own moves; all that mattered was keeping to the rhythm.
The younger members of the Bear Tribe wanted to join in, but their chief and Nash were standing to the side.
Just then, Nash helped the chief turn to leave.
The young tribe members whooped and ran onto the dance floor, starting to sway to the music.
"Seeing them makes me feel old!" Old Liu said, shaking his head in envy.
"Heh, let me, the Square Dance King of Bright District, teach them a lesson!" Old Li slid onto the floor with a smooth step and broke into his famous folk-style dance.
「In a corner of the party.」
Old Zhang watched the lively party, grilling beef with gritted teeth. His eyes were practically shooting sparks as he furiously sprinkled chili powder over the meat as if it were free.
’That bastard Feng Mountain... Let’s see you eat this! I’ll make it so spicy you get the runs!’
"Chef, the meat’s burning!" Jenny reminded him quietly.
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