Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 32: Old Horse Eating Young Grass

As night fell, the Centaur tribe camp became lively.

The blazing bonfire in the center of the camp ignited the enthusiasm of these centaurs who were in a state of battle all year round. Many female centaurs leaped around the bonfire like mountain deer. Their agile postures showed a wild dance that was different from that woven by humans, and their round and plump bodies attracted male centaurs.

The male Centaurs showed off their masculine bodies unscrupulously. Some of them patted their strong chest muscles and danced with the female Centaurs they liked, while others picked up their spears and struck their sturdy shields, dancing a war dance around the female Centaurs.

Some male Centaurs even started fighting to win the favor of female Centaurs. Both sides wrestled with each other with their upper bodies naked, revealing their sculpted muscles, not caring about what others thought.

Many centaurs who couldn't squeeze in sat at the long, low tables at the outermost edge, eating their food with big mouthfuls and howling meaningless songs. The atmosphere became increasingly heated.

Charon was squatting among the centaurs on the periphery. Unlike other centaurs, he had a table of his own. It wasn't that the centaurs were deliberately trying to be special, but this guy was not small in size now.

To Kalon's surprise, the food made by the Centaur tribe was very good. In front of him was a dinner that was not rich but sufficient. The spices produced in the forest were simply and evenly spread on the large pieces of roasted food, a pot of thick white mushroom soup mixed with slices of meat cut into appropriate thicknesses, and a large barrel of honey cassava sweet wine.

Gulp, Gulp, Karon swallowed a large piece of meat with a big appetite, then picked up the big bowl and drank the whole bowl of mushroom and meat soup like drinking water. A sound of "refreshing" came up from Karon's stomach and spit out his throat. He hadn't eaten food that suited his appetite for a long time. He ate either raw prey or roasted food all day, and at most he would smear a layer of honey on it. Even if the dragon could adapt to the appetite of most foods in the world, he was tired of it.

Karon put down the wooden basin in his hand and was about to wipe his shiny mouth with his claws. The centaur girl Sonia, who was sitting next to Karon, quickly put down the food in her hand, picked up a piece of clean animal skin from the table and wiped the dragon's mouth with it. The plump breasts tied by the cloth were placed on Karon's side and rubbed inadvertently during the action.

The Centaur leader Kaili on the side showed a sensible smile on her face. She glanced at her spouse Drogo who was eating heartily, and shook her head.

"Ahem," Karon, who enjoyed the treatment of a young master for the first time, held the cup of honey cassava wine, which humans called a bucket, and drank two sips to moisten his dry throat. "Sonia, does your Centaur tribe have a dedicated chef? With this cooking skill, maybe you can open a tavern in the human empire."

After wiping the dragon's mouth, Sonia returned to the table and started chewing a deer leg. The Centaur girl did not have the table manners and reserve like a human girl. She raised her head and her mouth, which was bulging with food, made a mumbling sound.

"We centaurs only know how to hunt and fight, not how to cook. This was made by the halflings my mother captured. These halflings are very skilled in making delicious food."

"Halflings," Caron's eyes lit up. Halflings are a short, intelligent humanoid race, usually about half the height of ordinary humans, hence the name Halflings. Most Halflings are simple by nature, and love and enjoy food very much, so they also love to make food, and have superb cooking skills.

Just this halfling, it is not a loss this time. Caron's appetite for enjoying delicious food is already suggesting that he should find a way to get this halfling chef to be his own personal chef.

In the future, you can tell the halflings what you want to eat and let them research and make it for you, such as various stir-fried dishes and hot pots, and various desserts and cakes.

While thinking this, Caron's eyes scanned the camp stealthily. What attracted his attention were not the centaurs dancing around the campfire, but the centaurs hiding in the darkness who were working hard.

Centaurs who enjoy lust are also species that can be in heat all day long, just like humans. What is different from humans is that humans have moral ethics and relative order, but centaurs in heat don't care about these. The biggest concession they can make is not to mate in the bright place in front of the campfire. Of course, they are not without interest and want to get on the horse directly, but they are kicked out by other centaurs who dislike blocking the way. Thanks to the dragon's powerful vision, Charon can clearly see every move of those enthusiastic centaurs. The wild and unrestrained posture makes Charon's vertical pupils quietly adjust to round pupils. Don't worry, the dragon is a magical creature that can adjust its pupils freely, which will give him a more comprehensive vision.

Caron is not lustful or anything. He just remembers what some famous person said, maybe it was the one named Zhou Shuren who said, "Always have the heart of an apprentice." He now has a burning heart of an apprentice and is working hard to learn those postures that he has never seen or heard of, oh, knowledge.

Why haven't I seen this knowledge in the Dragon Clan's inheritance? Maybe I'm not old enough and the corresponding knowledge is not open to me? Kalon rubbed his chin with his dragon claws. He was thinking whether he should put this knowledge in the inheritance in the future. That would be very interesting.

Of course, he did not forget to cover up. His occasional glances seemed to be looking at the whole scene. Only when he picked up the wine glass would his eyes stay fixed on it, although such a cover-up could not hide anything from anyone. In this way, Caron drank a glass of wine for a whole night before finishing it. This honey cassava sweet wine was really strong.

Due to Charon's size, there was no wooden house suitable for him to live in the Centaur tribe. The largest house was where the Centaur tribe worshipped their ancestors and deceased heroes. It would not be good for him to occupy the resting place of other people's ancestors as soon as he arrived, so the Centaur tribe had to temporarily build a tent in the camp using various animal skins connected together as a tarpaulin for the red dragon to rest.

The entire floor of the tent was covered with a variety of soft animal skins. Some of them were made of gorgeous furs of powerful monsters that had been hunted by the Centaur tribe in the past, stacked together to form a warm bed. Charon smelled a lot of scents of ferocious monsters in it.

Karon was very satisfied with this bed. The soft touch was another pleasant feeling compared to sleeping on gold coins. The dragon had good control over its body and he didn't have to worry about the precious furs being ignited if he lived there for too long.

But he still felt a little regretful that he had not yet mastered the art of transformation, which prevented his plan of rolling on the ground and burying his whole body in the quilt from happening.

But Kalon still lay down on his bed with satisfaction. This warm bed was much more comfortable than his dragon nest. The dragon liked the feeling of warmth and heat. He opened his mouth and yawned, ready to take a rest, but he couldn't close his open mouth. Instead, he asked in surprise: "Sonya, why don't you go to rest and come to my place?"

The Centaur girl had a firm look on her face. She knelt down and said, "The Centaur tribe is now Lord Kalon's retainer. I was chosen to serve Lord Kalon."

Shit, Karon looked at the determined centaurs who seemed to have made some kind of sacrifice, and a few black lines seemed to appear on his head. God has mercy on him, he only looked at those centaurs out of curiosity and a desire to learn knowledge, he was not interested in centaurs.

But he also understood that this was the Centaur tribe's way of trying to please him and keep him calm. The Centaur girl was a hostage in a sense, and he couldn't refuse directly. So he raised his chin and nodded, indicating that the Centaur could stay somewhere else in the tent.

But the Centaur seemed to have misunderstood, and stretched out his hands with a determined look.

"What do you want to do? I'm just a young dragon. Your behavior is like an old horse eating young grass." The red dragon's scales almost stood up in fear, and he quickly stopped Sonia from approaching.

"Ah," the Centaur girl, a powerful warrior, actually blushed upon hearing this, and explained stupidly, "I'm just getting ready for adulthood too. I'm only in my twenties."

"That's even worse," Kalon shouted, and quickly swung his tail to push Sonia to the corner of the tent, "Just stay there!"

(End of this chapter)