When the first case appeared, the person was only verbally reprimanded and received a new water bottle. Anyway, Lord Lord said, the water bottle is only military supplies and consumables. If you don’t have it, you can replenish it.

This behavior was soon imitated, and when this kind of thing happened one after another, even Renault was a little bit dumbfounded.

Isn't it just a kettle, you guys from otherworldly turtles?

Renault thought with his ass, he knew what these guys were doing, the "lost" kettle must have been taken home by them and put away!

As for reselling this kind of thing, no one in the protection of the island dared to do it, because the "Military Law" clearly stipulates that reselling military supplies is a felony. Once discovered, the buyer and seller will wait to die in the hard labor camp.

Even if they dare to sell, no one dares to buy.

But the "Military Law" doesn't say that it can't be collected? So some people used their brains.

This is a water bottle made by Lord Lord himself with extraordinary power. The shape is so elegant and the origin is so noble (Renault: I wipe it, why don't labor and management think it is noble? Which eye can you see?), it is very collectible, and it is a family heirloom. It's also qualified!

Due to the frequent occurrence of "accidents", the Logistics Department had to amend relevant regulations to stipulate that durable goods such as kettles are lost before a certain service life. Compensation is required and a certain amount of fines are imposed. This group of people disappeared.

However, there are still people who occasionally cannot help "losing" the kettle. Anyway, the salary of the island guard team is very high. The monthly salary is 30 silver nars. The various messy subsidies add up to 10 silver nars/month, which is completely affordable. Fine.

Before long, two **** black iguana front legs were sent over.

The legs of the devil lizard are very thick, close to 1 meter in length, not counting bones, and more than 30 kilograms of leg meat. Due to the color of blood, the color of the leg is a strange green.

However, the guy in charge of the cleaning was obviously a little careless. After peeling, he just washed it in the sea water. There was a lot of blood remaining on the surface, and it was stained with a little sea foam, which looked unhygienic.

However, considering that this was a field training, only a few supplies were carried and there was not enough clear water, so Renault didn't say anything, just poked his lips secretly.

It was just to make do with the meat for the island guards, he himself... didn't plan to eat it.

In order to heat the devil's lizard's legs evenly and avoid the appearance of externally cooked and internally grown legs, Renault needs to do some treatment in advance.

He lightly moved his fingers, two demon lizard legs suspended in front of him, and a dagger flicked frantically on the demon lizard legs. Between the flashing light of the knife, blood sprayed, and the dagger almost danced afterimages.

During Renault's "show operation", except for the guards of the island, almost everyone was onlookers. Although they had witnessed it many times, they all watched attentively and admired.

After ten seconds, a neat grid appeared on the surface of the two magic lizard legs. If you use a vernier caliper to measure, you will find that the grid size is almost the same, with very small errors.

At this time, a team member next to him respectfully held a salt bag and sent it over. Renault waved his right hand and the salt bag opened automatically. The rough salt grains spewed out of the cloth bag and spread evenly on the surface of the devil's lizard's legs and melted into the blood. In the water.

The following is the marinating time.

If Renault eats it by himself, this food-conscious guy will surely marinate for 30 minutes, and it must be marinated at low temperature.

But since it's these guys, it's a perfunctory...

With a move in his heart, a blast of air with a temperature close to 50 degrees surrounding the devil's lizard's legs, the pale green flesh of the legs was slightly discolored, and a unique smell of meat permeated.

The speed of marinating at high temperature is faster, although it will inevitably cause deterioration.

Well, it should be called fermentation, which tastes better...

Anyway, when it will be baked, the high temperature will kill the germs, and the fermentation will be fine for a while.

As the scent became stronger and stronger, there was a sound of drooling around. These island guards had been bumped in the boat for so long, almost all of them (vomited) into an empty stomach state, and after arriving at the black lizard island, they did some physical work. , I am hungry now, and now I can't help it anymore after smelling the scent of meat.

But not everyone looks like a starving ghost reborn, Ronald still loves to touch the magical air gun in his hand.

He knew the power of guns was very powerful, but it was not until he saw a few volleys kill a powerful monster lizard with his own eyes that he had a more intuitive understanding. The original slight hostility was transformed into a heartfelt love. .

At this time Ronald suddenly remembered something, and said excitedly: "With the magic air gun, after the storm season next year is over, when the magic crab and shrimp come back, we don't have to be afraid anymore..."

A group of surrounding island guards immediately agreed, and began to talk in a low voice. Some people spoke with excitement, apparently they had begun to show off the scene of "air gun shooting crabs and shrimps", and some showed a trace of fear.

The "magic crabs and shrimps" mentioned by Ronald is not like the crabs and shrimps on the earth, which are only human dishes. On the contrary, in the alien world, humans are their dishes.

They are huge in size, move fast, and are covered with hard shells that are hard to damage with swords. Even in the ocean, they are quite powerful predators.

The most frightening thing is that these big guys occasionally go ashore to stroll around, and taste "Lu Xian" by the way. "Two-legged monsters" naturally come into their sight, so they are also the creatures most feared by coastal residents. There have been many massacres caused by magic crabs and shrimps.

Imagine that when a demon shrimp that is more than 3 meters long, wielding a pair of tongs, it can easily cut branches that are thicker than an arm and rush towards you aggressively. Are you afraid?

But fortunately, powerful creatures often have difficulty reproducing. There are not too many magic crabs and shrimps, and once the storm season enters, they will retreat into the deep sea and will not approach the coastline for half a year.

Renault did not participate in the discussion of the island guards, but only concentrated on salting the devil's legs.

It's not that he doesn't want to participate. As a foodie, he is actually very interested in magic crabs and shrimps. How many shrimps should there be such a big shrimp? Just thinking about it in his head made him feel very good.

But it's a pity that just as soon as Renault spoke, these guys listened respectfully, and the scene instantly changed from small chatting to the lord's remarks. The rapid change in the style of painting was staggering, and it really made him feel bored.

MMP, this master doesn't eat people, are you idiots?

But there is no way. In this highly hierarchical world, this kind of thing is the norm. As a lord, Renault is also a powerful transcendent, who can not be afraid? Who dares to be disrespectful?

If there is a situation where "officials and people are happy", then it is really nonsense. Will elephants chat with ants?

After several "spoken chats", your lord consciously stopped participating.

After 5 minutes, he "fired"!

The air of up to 300 degrees quickly roasted the pale green lizard meat into milky white, a little bit of fat penetrated, the surface of the leg meat became oily and smooth, and the strong meat aroma poured into everyone's nostrils.

After a few minutes of baking, two team members from the island guarding the island walked over with a rib that was more than 1 meter long, and Renault's mood suddenly improved.

Will it be the salted ribs? Or crispy ribs?